History of English Humour: With an Introduction Upon Ancient Humour, 2. kötetHurst and Blackett, 1878 - 712 oldal |
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... faces , smirks , irps , and all affected humours . . Chorus . Good Mercury defend ns . Pha . From secret friends , sweet servants , loves , doves , and such fantastique humours . Chorus . Good Mercury defend us . The same charitable ...
... faces , smirks , irps , and all affected humours . . Chorus . Good Mercury defend ns . Pha . From secret friends , sweet servants , loves , doves , and such fantastique humours . Chorus . Good Mercury defend us . The same charitable ...
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... face , And Phyllis is but twenty - one . 66 Paint , patches , jewels , laid aside , At night astronomers agree , The evening has the day belied , And Phyllis is some forty - three . " " Helen was just slipt from bed , Her eyebrows on ...
... face , And Phyllis is but twenty - one . 66 Paint , patches , jewels , laid aside , At night astronomers agree , The evening has the day belied , And Phyllis is some forty - three . " " Helen was just slipt from bed , Her eyebrows on ...
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... face , Make men turn rogues to shun disgrace ; The end of thy creation is destroyed Justice expires of course , and law's made void . " Thou like the devil dost appear Blacker than really thou art far , A wild chimeric notion of ...
... face , Make men turn rogues to shun disgrace ; The end of thy creation is destroyed Justice expires of course , and law's made void . " Thou like the devil dost appear Blacker than really thou art far , A wild chimeric notion of ...
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... faces , they were most of them blowing their nails . Bless me ! ' said I to my friend , ' sure this church stands in a colder climate than the rest of the nation , or else those fellows are of a strange constitution to seem ready to ...
... faces , they were most of them blowing their nails . Bless me ! ' said I to my friend , ' sure this church stands in a colder climate than the rest of the nation , or else those fellows are of a strange constitution to seem ready to ...
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... face a little cracked , ( Could poets or could painters fix How angels look at thirty - six ) This drew us in at first to find In such a form an angel's mind ; And every virtue now supplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes See at her ...
... face a little cracked , ( Could poets or could painters fix How angels look at thirty - six ) This drew us in at first to find In such a form an angel's mind ; And every virtue now supplies The fainting rays of Stella's eyes See at her ...
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9. oldal - 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...
46. oldal - He is taller, by almost the breadth of my nail, than any of his court ; which alone is enough to strike an awe into the beholders.
131. oldal - Good people all of every sort, Give ear unto my song, And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran, Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes ! The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes.
297. oldal - Something, whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind.
131. oldal - Whene'er he went to pray. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; But when a pique began, The dog, to gain some private ends. Went mad, and bit the man.
8. oldal - Now Jove suspends his golden scales in air, Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair: The doubtful beam long nods from side to side; At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside. See fierce Belinda on the baron flies, With more than usual lightning in her eyes: Nor fear'd the chief th' unequal fight to try, Who sought no more than on his foe to die.
141. oldal - Story? God bless you! I have none to tell, sir: Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant.
45. oldal - And to urge another argument of a parallel nature: if Christianity were once abolished, how could the freethinkers, the strong reasoners, and the men of profound learning, be able to find another subject, so calculated in all points, whereon to display their abilities? what wonderful productions of wit should we be deprived of from those whose genius, by continual practice, hath been wholly turned upon raillery and invectives against religion, and would therefore never be able to shine or distinguish...
141. oldal - Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order — Bleak blows the blast ; — your hat has got a hole in't, So have your breeches. Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones Who in their coaches roll along the turnpikeroad, what hard work 'tis crying all day, "Knives and Scissors to grind O...
107. oldal - O'er the bounds of thirty-five. High to soar, and deep to dive, Nature gives at thirty-five. Ladies, stock and tend your hive, Trifle not at thirty-five: For howe'er we boast and strive, Life declines from thirty-five: He that ever hopes to thrive Must begin by thirty-five; And all who wisely wish to wive Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.