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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. "
The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &c - Page 180
by Alexander Pope - 1757
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The works of Alexander Pope, with notes and illustrations, by ..., 5. köide

Alexander Pope - 1847
...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....
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey, 3. köide

Robert Southey - 1853
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Alexander Pope, 4. köide

Alexander Pope - 1854
...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...
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The poetical works of Alexander Pope. Ed. by R. Carruthers, 4. köide

Alexander Pope - 1854
...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...
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THE WORKS OF ALEXANDER POPE

DR. WARBURTON - 1856
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: With a Memoir of the Author, 3. köide

Robert Southey - 1860
...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."...
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An English Grammar: Methodical, Analytical, and Historical. With a ..., 3. köide

Eduard Adolf Ferdinand Maetzner - 1874
...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...
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Humorous poems by English and American writers

William Michael Rossetti - 1878 - 488 lehte
...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...
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The Poetical Works of Skelton and Donne: With a Memoir of Each ..

John Skelton - 1879
...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...
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The Witty and Humorous of the English Poets: With Specimens Arranged in Periods

William Davenport Adams - 1880 - 335 lehte
...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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