 | John Bell - 1796 - 480 страници
...lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, 15 ut all such babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble — A. What ? that thing of silk, Sporus! that mere white curd of asses' milk? 306 Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1804 - 190 страници
...lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead. : Sporus tremble — A. What ? that thing of silk, Sporus ! that mere white curd of asses' milk ? 306 Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ! Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1806 - 440 страници
...WALLER, brightest sons of fame, Condemn'd the charm of ages to the flame.f 25. Let Sporus tremble— What ! that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white...Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1806 - 464 страници
...fame, Coudenm'd the charm of ages to the flame.f 25. Let Sporus tremble— What! that thing of silk, i Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk ! Satire...Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Yet let me flap this Dug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1806 - 440 страници
...WALLER, brightest sons of fame, Condemn'd the charm of ages to the flanie.f 25. Let Spprus tremble— What ! that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white...ass's milk ! Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? ,:s.'j Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? > .. Yet-let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 288 страници
...fiction lie ; A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble — A. What? that thing of silk, Sporus! that mere white curd of asses' milk? S06 Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel! Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet... | |
 | John Bell - 1807 - 562 страници
...tremble — A. What ? that thing of silk, 305 Sporus! that mere white curd of asses' milk ? oatire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ?— Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? ''. Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, r''is painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1807 - 474 страници
...mine no honest man shall dread, Bat all such hahhling hlockheads in his stead. Let .Spot us tremhle— A. What ! that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of asses' milk? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who hreaks a hutterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1808 - 702 страници
...snch babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble— A. What ? that thing of silk, Sporu?, that mere white curd of ass's milk? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a buttcrfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this bu^ with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt,... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Thomas Park - 1808 - 388 страници
...fiction lie : A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such habbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble— A. What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of asses' milk 'i Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel t Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? /'. Yet... | |
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Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. 
