 | 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. Yet let me flap... | |
 | 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. Yet let me... | |
 | Joseph Warton - 1806 - 440 страници
...flame.f 25. Let Sporus tremble— What ! that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk ! Satire or sense, alas ! can 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... | |
 | 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...milk? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who hreaks a hutterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap thU hug with gilded wings, This painted child... | |
 | 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 let me flap... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1807 - 472 страници
...mind that sub. jccts every gratification of sense to the rule of right reason." Pope calls him, « That thing of silk, " Sporus that mere white curd of asses'? milk ;" and perhaps by the bitterness of his invective, vindicates the very character he would blast. Pope... | |
 | 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 let me flap... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 526 страници
...such babbling blockheads in his stead. Let Sporus tremble— .-1. What ? that thing of silk, •porus, that mere white curd of asses' milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel .* Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1809 - 604 страници
...stead. Let Soarus tremble. — A. \Vhali that thing of silk ? Spans, thai mere white curd of ass's er, still shall wisdom rind An equal portion dealt to all mankind j As upon a wheel ?• P. Yetletincflap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks... | |
 | Arthur Collins - 1812 - 564 страници
...compensate for the most ridiculous foibles, and the most abandoned profligacy. " Let Sporus tremble. — What, that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white...sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P. Yet let me flap this toy with gilded wings ; This painted child of dirt, that stinks... | |
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A. What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk, Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? 
