 | Giles Jacob - 1719 - 422 страници
...M before, for Perfius our Efleem To his Antiquity wai faid, not him : So new, whatever I'ratfe jrom us is due, Belongs not to Old Perfius, but the New. For JUS cbfcitre to us, no Light he gives ; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he lives. So ftubbom Flints their... | |
 | Giles Jacob - 1723 - 378 страници
...Brilliant Jhines ; And at before, for Per/ins our Efteem To his Antiquity was paid, not him : So mw, -whatever Praife from us is due, Belongs not to Old Perfius, but the New. For ftitt obfcwe to ut,. no Light he give* ; Dead in himfelf, in -you alone he Jives. So ftubhyrn Flints... | |
 | William Congreve - 1774 - 438 страници
...Lines, Polim'd by you, in modern Briliiant lbines ; And as before, for Per/ius, our Efteem To this Antiquity was paid, not him : So now, whatever Praife from us is due, Belongs not to old Perjius, but the new. For ftill obfcure, to us no Light he gives ; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he... | |
 | John Bell - 1787 - 410 страници
...in rugged lines, Polifh'd by you, in modern brilliant fhines ; And as before for Perfius our eftcem To his antiquity was paid, not him ; So now, whatever praife from us is due, 35 Belongs not to old Perfius, but the new ; For ftill obfcure, to us no light he gives ; Dead in himfelf,... | |
 | English poets - 1790 - 342 страници
...Perfius, our efteem To his antiquity was paidi not him : 2 So So now, whatever praife from us is d\ii, Belongs not to old Perfius, but the new. For ftill obfcure, to us no Ifght he gives ; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he lives. So ftubborn flints their inward heat conceal,... | |
 | William Congreve - 1923 - 244 страници
...Modern Brillant mines; And as before, for Perfius our Efteem To his Antiquity was paid, not him : (23) So now, whatever Praife from us is due, Belongs not to Old Perjius, but the New. For ftill Obfcure, to us no Light he gives; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he... | |
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So now, whatever praife from us is due, Belongs not to old Perfius, but the new. For ftill obfcure, to us no light he gives ; Dead in himfelf, in you alone he lives. So ftubborn flints their inward heat conceal, Till art and force th... 