 | Alexander Pope - 1812 - 230 страници
...all beside one pities, not abhors, 5 As who knows Sappho smiles at other whores. SATIRE II. SIR, tho' (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all things so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards the rest. I grant... | |
 | Alexander Pope, William Roscoe - 1824 - 498 страници
...this, for want of better hold, Milton fastens, and sufficiently mumbles, . Warburton, SATIRE II. SIR, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there's one state In all ill things, so excellently best, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1824 - 494 страници
...this, for want of better hold, Milton fastens, and sufficiently mumbles. » Warburton. SATIRE II. SIR, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there's one state In all ill things, so excellently best, That hate towards them, breeds pity towards the rest.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1825 - 536 страници
...the papist's, is the poet's state, Poor and disarm'd, and hardly worth your hate ? SATIRE II. SIR ; though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there 's one state In all Ш things, so excellently best, That hate tow'rds them, breeds pity tow'rds... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1828 - 264 страници
...my stars ! as early as I knew This town, I had the sense to hate it too ; SATIRE XX. SIR ; though (1 thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there's one state Yet here, as e'en in hell, there must be still One giant-vice, so excellently ill, That all beside... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1830 - 500 страници
...the fair : but songs no longer move : So rat ш rhymed to death, nor maid to love : SATIRE II. Six ; , state Ь ill ill things, so excellently best. That hate tow'rds them, breeds pity tow'rds the rest.... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1835 - 378 страници
...poems, it is to be remembered that they were all written before he was twentyfive. SATIRE II. SIR, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town ; yet there 's one state In all ill things, so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1836 - 502 страници
...the fair : but songs no longer move : No rat is rhymed to death, nor maid to love : SATIRE II. SIR ; ~ S 3 =: 2- Aj rP ؿ,m$ , N x \ E T \ y {] e_|P state IH all ill things, so excellently best, That hate tow'rds them, breeds pity tow'rds the re»t.... | |
 | Charles Knight - 1843 - 566 страници
...There is something in these Satires deeper than mere satirical description ; for example : — " Sir, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there 'a one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towaids... | |
 | Alexander Pope - 1846 - 320 страници
...hard, whose wit could never give Himself a dinner, makes an actor live : SATIRE II. SIR ; though (T thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town : yet there's one state In all ill things, so excellently hest, That hate tow'rds them, hreeds pity tow'rds the rest.... | |
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Sir, though (I thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet there's one state In all ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards the rest. 
