The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... still his lord , and whore ? His butchers Henley , his free - masons Moor ? Does not one table Bavius ftill admit ? Still to one Bishop Philips feem a wit ? NOTES . VER . 88. Alluding to Horace , Si fractus illabatur orbis , Impavidum ...
... still his lord , and whore ? His butchers Henley , his free - masons Moor ? Does not one table Bavius ftill admit ? Still to one Bishop Philips feem a wit ? NOTES . VER . 88. Alluding to Horace , Si fractus illabatur orbis , Impavidum ...
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Alexander Pope. Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - fake - you'll offend , No Names - be calm -- learn prudence of a friend : I too could write , and I am twice as tall ; But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all ...
Alexander Pope. Still Sappho - A . Hold ! for God - fake - you'll offend , No Names - be calm -- learn prudence of a friend : I too could write , and I am twice as tall ; But foes like thefe - P . One Flatt'rer's worse than all . Of all ...
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... still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely ...
... still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , fpends little , yet has nothing left : 184 And He , who now to sense , now nonsense leaning , Means not , but blunders round about a meaning : And He , whose fuftian's fo fublimely ...
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... still too near , Perhaps , yet vibrates on his Sov'REIGN's ear- Welcome for thee , fair Virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair Virtue ! welcome ev'n the last ! A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave ...
... still too near , Perhaps , yet vibrates on his Sov'REIGN's ear- Welcome for thee , fair Virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair Virtue ! welcome ev'n the last ! A. But why infult the poor , affront the great ? 360 P. A knave's a knave ...
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... still , Than ridicule all Tafte , blafpheme Quadrille , Abuse the City's beft good men in metre , And laugh at Peers that put their truft in Peter . " Ev'n those you touch not , hate you . P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred fmart in ...
... still , Than ridicule all Tafte , blafpheme Quadrille , Abuse the City's beft good men in metre , And laugh at Peers that put their truft in Peter . " Ev'n those you touch not , hate you . P. What should ail them ? F. A hundred fmart in ...
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Страница 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Страница 17 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Страница 51 - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
Страница 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Страница 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Страница 234 - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
Страница 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Страница 30 - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
Страница 244 - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
Страница 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.