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... half - a - crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left : And he ...
... half - a - crown , Just writes to make his barrenness appear , And strains from hard - bound brains , eight lines a year ; He , who still wanting , tho ' he lives on theft , Steals much , spends little , yet has nothing left : And he ...
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... Half froth , half venom , spits himself abroad , In puns , or politics , or tales , or lies , Or spite , or smut , or rhymes , or blasphemies . His wit all see - saw , between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now ...
... Half froth , half venom , spits himself abroad , In puns , or politics , or tales , or lies , Or spite , or smut , or rhymes , or blasphemies . His wit all see - saw , between that and this , Now high , now low , now master up , now ...
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... half approving wit , The coxcomb hit , or fearing to be hit ; Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The distant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he ...
... half approving wit , The coxcomb hit , or fearing to be hit ; Laugh'd at the loss of friends he never had , The dull , the proud , the wicked , and the mad ; The distant threats of vengeance on his head , The blow unfelt , the tear he ...
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... him you'll call a dog , and her a bitch ) Sell their presented partridges , and fruits , And humbly live on rabbits and on roots : ვი 40 50 One half - pint bottle serves them both to dine 44 SATIRES AND EPISTLES . II .
... him you'll call a dog , and her a bitch ) Sell their presented partridges , and fruits , And humbly live on rabbits and on roots : ვი 40 50 One half - pint bottle serves them both to dine 44 SATIRES AND EPISTLES . II .
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Alexander Pope Mark Pattison. One half - pint bottle serves them both to dine , And is at once their vinegar and wine . But on some lucky day ( as when they found A lost bank bill , or heard their son was drown'd ) At such a feast , old ...
Alexander Pope Mark Pattison. One half - pint bottle serves them both to dine , And is at once their vinegar and wine . But on some lucky day ( as when they found A lost bank bill , or heard their son was drown'd ) At such a feast , old ...
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Page 30 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Page 33 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
Page 30 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 52 - Who counsels best ? who whispers, ' Be but great, With praise or infamy leave that to fate; Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace ; If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Page 145 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he ' had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.
Page 27 - Say, for my comfort, languishing in bed, 'Just so immortal Maro held his head'; And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Page 144 - whispers through the trees": If crystal streams "with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threaten'd (not in vain) with "sleep": Then, at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along.
Page 29 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 28 - Commas and points they set exactly right, And 'twere a sin to rob them of their mite.
Page 64 - Who now reads Cowley ? if he pleases yet, His moral pleases, not his pointed wit ; Forgot his epic, nay Pindaric art, But still I love the language of his heart.