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5 Behold the woes of matrimonial life , And hear with rev ' rence an experienc ' d
Wife ; To dear - bought Wisdom give the credit due , And think for once a woman
tells you true . In all these trials I have borne a part ; I was myself the scourge ...
5 Behold the woes of matrimonial life , And hear with rev ' rence an experienc ' d
Wife ; To dear - bought Wisdom give the credit due , And think for once a woman
tells you true . In all these trials I have borne a part ; I was myself the scourge ...
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Ye sov ' reign Wives ! give ear , and understand , Thus shall ye speak , and
exercise command ; For never was it giv ' n to mortal man To lie so boldly , as we
women can : Forswear ... d to say ) Whence is our neighbor ' s wife so rich and
gay ?
Ye sov ' reign Wives ! give ear , and understand , Thus shall ye speak , and
exercise command ; For never was it giv ' n to mortal man To lie so boldly , as we
women can : Forswear ... d to say ) Whence is our neighbor ' s wife so rich and
gay ?
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Cry Wives are false , and ev ' ry woman evil , And give up all that ' s female to the
devil . 85 If poor ( you say ) she drains her husband ' s purse ; If rich , she keeps
her priest , or something worse ; If highly born intolerably vain , Vapors and pride
...
Cry Wives are false , and ev ' ry woman evil , And give up all that ' s female to the
devil . 85 If poor ( you say ) she drains her husband ' s purse ; If rich , she keeps
her priest , or something worse ; If highly born intolerably vain , Vapors and pride
...
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To please a mistress one aspers ' d his life ; 376 He lash ' d him not , but let her
be his wife : Let Budgel charge , low Grub - street on his quill , And write whate '
er he pleas ' d , except his Will ; Let the two Curls of town and court , abuse 380 ...
To please a mistress one aspers ' d his life ; 376 He lash ' d him not , but let her
be his wife : Let Budgel charge , low Grub - street on his quill , And write whate '
er he pleas ' d , except his Will ; Let the two Curls of town and court , abuse 380 ...
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He tells what strumpet places sells for life , What ' squire his lands , what citizen
his wife : At last ( which proves him wiser still than all ) 150 What lady ' s face is
not a whited wall . As one of Woodward ' s patients , sick , and sore , I puke , I ...
He tells what strumpet places sells for life , What ' squire his lands , what citizen
his wife : At last ( which proves him wiser still than all ) 150 What lady ' s face is
not a whited wall . As one of Woodward ' s patients , sick , and sore , I puke , I ...
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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,.