 | John Gay - 1728 - 218 страници
...fire; Retrain inordinate defire; __. Your liqu'rifh tafte you fhall deplore, When peace of confcience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race? Thieves dread the fearching eye of power, And never feel the quiet hour. Old-age,... | |
 | Complete fabulist - 1732 - 402 страници
...Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race ? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us mall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true hnppinefs attain, Let honefty your paffions... | |
 | Zachary Grey - 1754 - 424 страници
..." Reftrain inordinate defire ; " Your liq'rifh tafte you mall deplore, f< When peace of confcience is no more. " Does not the hound betray our pace, " And gins, and guns deftroy our race ? " Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, " And never feel the quiet hour. " Old... | |
 | John Gay - 1770 - 204 страници
...Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us fhall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you truehappinefs attain, Let honefty your paflions... | |
 | John Gay - 1772 - 308 страници
...Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race ? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us fhall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true happinefs attain, Let honefty your paflions... | |
 | John Gay - 1773 - 388 страници
...fire, Reftrain inordinate defire. Your liqu'rifh tafte you fhall deplore, When peace of confcience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race ? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1791 - 510 страници
...Docs not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns deftroy our race ? Thieves dread the fcarching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us ihall know) Now puts a period to my \voe. Would you true happinefs attain, Let honefty your pallions... | |
 | John Gay - 1792 - 250 страници
...fire, Reftrain inordinate defire. Your liqu'rifh tafte you fhall deplore, When prrtce of confcience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace? And gins rind guns dcftroy our race ? Thieves dread the fearching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour.... | |
 | John Gay - 1796 - 284 страници
...their lips in vain. O gluttons, says the drooping sire, Restrain inordinate desire ; Your liqu'rish taste you shall deplore, When peace of conscience...And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us shall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true happiness attain, Let honesty your passions... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 574 страници
...drooping fire, ieftrain inordinate delire. Your liquorim tafte you ihall deplore, When peace of confcicnce is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns dcftroy o\ir race ? Thieves dread the fcarching eye of pow'r, And never feel the quiet hour. Old age... | |
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And never feel the quiet hour. Old age (which few of us shall know) Now puts a period to my woe. Would you true happiness attain, Let honesty your passions rein ; So live in credit and esteem, And the good name you lost, redeem. 
