The New Foundling Hospital for Wit: Being a Collection of Fugitive Pieces, in Prose and Verse, Not in Any Other Collection. With Several Pieces Never Before Published, 2. kötet

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John Almon
J. Debrett, 1784 - 288 oldal

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47. oldal - I have before showed, entrusted with this condition, and for this end, that men might have and secure their properties, the prince or senate, however it may have power to make laws for the regulating of property between the subjects one amongst another, yet can never have a power to take to themselves the whole, or any part of the subjects...
124. oldal - Turn to learning and gaming, religion and raking. With the love of a wench, let his writings be chaste ; Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine taste ; That the rake and the poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire...
148. oldal - Meantime, pure love looks on, and consecrates the scene. Come, then, immortal spirit of the stage, Great Nature's proxy, glass of ev'ry age! Come, taste the simple life of Patriarchs old, Who, rich in rural peace, ne'er thought of pomp or gold.
144. oldal - strut and fret" no more in any part ; No more in public scenes would I engage, Or wear the cap and mask on any stage.
3. oldal - ... which, though in reality different, still produce the same uniform kind of jingling; the variation being too minute to be easily perceived...
134. oldal - Shakspeare and Milton, like gods in the fight, Have put their whole drama and epic to flight; In satires, epistles, and odes, would they cope, Their numbers retreat before Dryden and Pope ; And Johnson, well-arm'd like a hero of yore, Has beat forty French,
124. oldal - Tip his tongue with strange matter, his pen with fine taste ; That the rake and the poet o'er all may prevail, Set fire to the head, and set fire to the tail.
15. oldal - Foote ; But if with higher bards that name you range, His modesty must think your judgment strange—- So when o'er Crane-court's philosophic gods, The Jove-like majesty of Pringle nods, If e'er he chance to wake on Newton's chair...
133. oldal - Talk of war with a Briton, he'll boldly advance, * That one Englifh foldier will beat ten of France ; * Would we alter the boaft from the fword to the pen, ' Our odds are ftill greater, ftill greater our men : ' In the deep mines of fcience though Frenchmen may toil, ' Can their ftrength be compar'd to Locke, Newton...
13. oldal - ... upon tea, in his postscript to his Dissertation. I am, however, vain enough to think, that the emperor's composition would have appeared still better in my heroic verse ; but sir William forestalled it; on which account 1 have entirely broke with him. « " A fine vein of solemn irony runs through this piece.

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