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Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann ' d , 175 And laughing Ceres
reassume the land . Who then shall grace , or who improve the soil ? Who plants
like Bathurst , or who builds like Boyle ? VOL . 111 . ' Tis use alone that sanctifies
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Deep harvests bury all his pride has plann ' d , 175 And laughing Ceres
reassume the land . Who then shall grace , or who improve the soil ? Who plants
like Bathurst , or who builds like Boyle ? VOL . 111 . ' Tis use alone that sanctifies
...
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With foolish pride my heart was never fir ' d , Nor the vain itch t admire , or be
admir ' d ; 10 I hop ' d for no commission from his Grace ; I bought no benefice , I
begg ' d no place ; Had no new verses , nor new suit to show , Yet went to Court !
With foolish pride my heart was never fir ' d , Nor the vain itch t admire , or be
admir ' d ; 10 I hop ' d for no commission from his Grace ; I bought no benefice , I
begg ' d no place ; Had no new verses , nor new suit to show , Yet went to Court !
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Pride , pomp , and state , but reach her outward part ; She sigbs , - and is no
duchess at her heart . But , Madam , if the Fates withstand , and you Are destin ' d
Hymen ' s willing victim too , Trust not too much your now resistless charms ,
Those ...
Pride , pomp , and state , but reach her outward part ; She sigbs , - and is no
duchess at her heart . But , Madam , if the Fates withstand , and you Are destin ' d
Hymen ' s willing victim too , Trust not too much your now resistless charms ,
Those ...
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Not warp ' d by passion , aw ' d by rumor , Not grave through pride , nor gay
through folly , An equal mixture of good - humor , And sensible soft melancholy . *
Has she no faults then , ( Envy says ) Sir ? Yes , she has one , I must aver ; When
all ...
Not warp ' d by passion , aw ' d by rumor , Not grave through pride , nor gay
through folly , An equal mixture of good - humor , And sensible soft melancholy . *
Has she no faults then , ( Envy says ) Sir ? Yes , she has one , I must aver ; When
all ...
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Dorset , the grace of courts , the Muse ' s pride , Patron of arts , and judge of
Nature , dy ' d ; The scourge of pride , though sanctify ' d or great , Of fops in
learning , and of knaves in state ; Yet soft his nature , though severe his lay , His
anger ...
Dorset , the grace of courts , the Muse ' s pride , Patron of arts , and judge of
Nature , dy ' d ; The scourge of pride , though sanctify ' d or great , Of fops in
learning , and of knaves in state ; Yet soft his nature , though severe his lay , His
anger ...
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Página 134 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Página 127 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Página 134 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Página 133 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Página 138 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Página 128 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Página 38 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Página 127 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Página 131 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Página 172 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.