Gay's Fables: In One Volume CompleteMathew Carey, 1808 - 122 страници |
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address'd bear beasts beauty beneath bird blockhead boast bosom bus'ness cheat clown conceit court courtiers Coxcombs creature cries cry'd curs'd daily dare design'd disgrace DUKE OF CUMBERLAND e'er employ'd envy Ev'n ev'ry eyes FABLE fame fav'rite feast flatt'ry flies flow'r fool gen'ral grew hand hate hath heard heart heav'n hoards honest honour hour int'rest is't Jove kind kings knaves knew learning Lion lion's blood lord mankind Mastiff merit mind minister monkey ne'er never night o'er Pheasant plain Plutus pow'r praise prey pride Proteus race rais'd replies reply'd Resolv'd reward Reynard says scorn self-convicted Shepherd's Dog sires Snail Spaniel spleen spoke Squire stept supply'd sycophants thee thou thought thro toil tongue trade train truth try'd Turkey Twas vex'd vice virtue Wasp wealth weigh'd what's Whene'er wise zeal
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Страница 15 - For just are Jove's eternal laws. Let each his discontent reveal: To yon sour Dog I first appeal.
Страница 9 - Thy fame is just, the sage replies ; Thy virtue proves thee truly wise. Pride often guides the author's pen ; Books as affected are as men : But he who studies nature's laws, From certain truth his maxims draws ; And those, without our schools, suffice To make men moral, good, and wise.
Страница 27 - But use them for your private ends ; Stint not to truth the flow of wit, Be prompt to lie, whene'er .tis fit ; Bend all your force to spatter merit ; Scandal is conversation's spirit ; Boldly to ev'ry thing pretend, And men your talents shall commend. I knew the great. Observe me right, So .shall you grow, like man, polite.
Страница 64 - your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend. You know my feet betray my flight; To friendship every burden's light." The Horse replied: "Poor honest Puss, It grieves my heart to see thee thus; Be comforted; relief is near, For all your friends are in the rear.
Страница 15 - Hard is my lot," the Hound replies, "On what fleet nerves the Greyhound flies; While I, with weary step and slow, O'er plains, and vales, and mountains go. The morning sees my chase begun, Nor ends it till the setting sun.
Страница 64 - The Goat remark'd her pulse was high, Her languid head, her heavy eye : " My back (says he) may do you harm ; The Sheep's at hand, and wool is warm.
Страница 42 - Where, sir, is all this dainty cheer ? Nor turkey, goose, nor hen is here. These are the phantoms of your brain ; And your sons lick their lips in vain.
Страница 42 - Restrain inordinate desire: Your liquorish taste you shall deplore, When peace of conscience is no more. Does not the hound betray our pace, And gins and guns destroy our race? Thieves dread the searching eye of power, And never feel the quiet hour.
Страница 8 - The daily labours of the bee Awake my soul to industry. Who can observe the careful ant, And not provide for future want? My dog (the trustiest of his kind) With gratitude inflames my mind ; I mark his true, his faithful way, And in my service copy Tray.
Страница 64 - And from the deep-mouth'd thunder flies: She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death; She doubles to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round, Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the Horse appear'd in view ! " Let me (says she) your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.