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Страница 92 - Have you nothing new to-day From Pope, from Parnell, or from Gay?" Such tattle often entertains My lord and me as far as Staines, As once a week we travel down To Windsor, and again to town, Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing- cross.
Страница 25 - Because he's always in my Chamber, and I always take his Part; So, as the Devil would have it, before I was aware, out I blunder'd, Parson, said I, can you cast a Nativity, when a Body's plunder'd? (Now you must know, he hates to be call'd Parson, like the Devil) Truly, says he, Mrs.
Страница 179 - Best pattern of true friends! beware You pay too dearly for your care If, while your tenderness secures My life, it must endanger yours: For such a fool was never found Who pulled a palace to the ground, Only to have the ruins made Materials for a house decayed.
Страница 90 - Not thinking it is levee-day, And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between?
Страница 258 - But what of that, his friends may say, He had those honours in his day. True to his profit and his pride, He made them weep before he dy'd.
Страница 170 - When age must print a furrow'd trace On every feature of her face, Though you, and all your senseless tribe, Could Art, or Time, or Nature bribe, To make you look like Beauty's queen, And hold for ever at fifteen, No bloom of youth can ever blind The cracks and wrinkles of your mind ; All men of sense will pass your door, And crowd to Stella's at fourscore.
Страница 39 - From which ingredients first the dext'rous boy Pick'd the demure, the awkward, and the coy. The Graces from the court did next provide Breeding, and wit, and air, and decent pride : These Venus cleans from every spurious grain Of nice coquet, affected, pert, and vain. Jove mix'd up all, and the best clay employ'd; Then call'd the happy composition FLOYD.
Страница 168 - ALL travellers at first incline Where'er they see the fairest sign : And if they find the chambers neat, And like the liquor and the meat, Will call again, and recommend The Angel Inn to every friend. What though the painting grows decay'd, The house will never lose its trade : Nay, though the treacherous tapster, Thomas, Hangs a new Angel two doors from us, As fine as daubers...
Страница 21 - Whoe'er expects to hold his part In such a book, and such a heart, If he be wealthy, and a fool, Is in all points the fittest tool; Of whom it may be justly said, He 'sa gold pencil tipp'd with lead.