 | Alexander Pope - 1847 - 566 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.... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1853 - 360 страници
...lanes, And orchards, were such ordinary scenes * This poet begins his second Satire thus : — " 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 - 1854 - 340 страници
...is noi very antiquated in expression. The following is the opening of his secoud satire:— " 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 - 1854 - 338 страници
...is not very antiquated in expression. The following is the opening of his second satire: — " 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 - 1856 - 512 страници
...like the papist's is the poet's state, Poor and disarmed, 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 ill things so excellently best, That hate towards them breeds pity towards... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1860 - 284 страници
...not hate More perfectly that city. Not for all * This poet begins his second Satire thus: — " 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."... | |
 | Eduard Adolf Ferdinand Maetzner - 1874 - 602 страници
...Fox 5, 1.). You have a gift, sir, (thank your education,) Will never let you want (ib.). Sir, tho' (/ thank God for it) I do hate Perfectly all this town, yet etc. (DONNE, Sat. 2, 1.). A female servant, who, with my wife (she had heard the sudden cries of my... | |
 | William Michael Rossetti - 1878 - 510 страници
...sublime And lovely as those regions of Romance 1 This poet begins his second Satire thus: — " 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 b>st That hate towards them breeds pity towards the rest." Where... | |
 | John Skelton - 1879 - 932 страници
...door. Directly came to me. hanging the head, And constantly awhile must keep his bed. SATIRE n. 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, [rest. That hate towards them breeds pity towards the... | |
 | William Davenport Adams - 1880 - 362 страници
...is ' not easy to find a passage which could nowadays be read aloud. Satire No. 11 opens thus : 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. Though... | |
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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. 
