The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, 43. köideSamuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Page 396 - Let the grave judges too the glafs forbear, Who never fing and dance but once a year. This truth once known, our poets take the hint, Get drunk or mad, and then get into print: To raife their flames indulge the mellow fit, And lofe their fenfes in the fearch of wit: * Late r.illn.n of London. And when with claret fir'd they take the pen, Swear they can write, becaufe they drink, like Ben.
Page 272 - You praife low-living, but you live at large. Perhaps you fcarce believe the rules you teach, Or find it hard to praftife what you preach.