Select epigrams, 1. kötetS. Low, 1797 |
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3. oldal
... d To be understood . When will he be believ'd ? TO A DISINHERITED SPENDTHRIFT . BY THE SAME . THY Father all from thee by his last will Gave to the Poor . Thou haft good title still . GILES AND JOAN . BY BEN JONSON . WHO fays B 2 [ 3 ]
... d To be understood . When will he be believ'd ? TO A DISINHERITED SPENDTHRIFT . BY THE SAME . THY Father all from thee by his last will Gave to the Poor . Thou haft good title still . GILES AND JOAN . BY BEN JONSON . WHO fays B 2 [ 3 ]
4. oldal
... Joan at difcord be ? Th ' obferving neighbours no fuch mood can see . Indeed , poor Giles repents he married ever ; But that his Joan doth too . And Giles would never By his free will be in Joan's company : No more would Joan he should ...
... Joan at difcord be ? Th ' obferving neighbours no fuch mood can see . Indeed , poor Giles repents he married ever ; But that his Joan doth too . And Giles would never By his free will be in Joan's company : No more would Joan he should ...
145. oldal
... Joan was not like John ; For when her lips once touch'd the cup , She fwill'd , till all was gone . John often urg'd her to drink fair , But the ne'er chang'd a jot : She lov'd to fee the ANGEL there , And therefore drain'd the pot ...
... Joan was not like John ; For when her lips once touch'd the cup , She fwill'd , till all was gone . John often urg'd her to drink fair , But the ne'er chang'd a jot : She lov'd to fee the ANGEL there , And therefore drain'd the pot ...
146. oldal
... Joan faw the horns , Joan saw the tail , Yet Joan as ftoutly quaff'd ; And ever , when she seiz'd her ale , She clear'd it at a draught . John ftar'd , with wonder petrify'd ; His hair stood on his pate ; And " why doft guzzle now ...
... Joan faw the horns , Joan saw the tail , Yet Joan as ftoutly quaff'd ; And ever , when she seiz'd her ale , She clear'd it at a draught . John ftar'd , with wonder petrify'd ; His hair stood on his pate ; And " why doft guzzle now ...
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71. oldal - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
30. oldal - EPIGRAM. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come : Knock as you please, there's nobody at home.
4. oldal - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
5. oldal - Flavia the least and slightest toy Can with resistless art employ. This Fan in meaner hands would prove An engine of small force in love ; But she, with such an air and mien, Not to be told or safely seen, Directs its wanton motions so, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow ; Gives coolness to the matchless dame, To every other breast a flame.
19. oldal - Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior, The son of Adam and of Eve ; Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? " But, in this case, the old prejudice got the better of the old joke.
115. oldal - ILov'd thee beautiful and kind, And plighted an eternal vow ; So alter'd are thy face and mind, 'Twere perjury to love thee now.
88. oldal - In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, And born in bed, in bed we die; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe.
22. oldal - Radcliff ; was so ill, That other doctors gave me over : He felt my pulse, prescribed his pill, And I was likely to recover. " But when the wit began to wheeze, And wine had warmed the politician, Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
126. oldal - And rather than do such a naughty affair, She became a fine laurel to deck the God's hair. The nymph was, no doubt, of a cold constitution; For sure to turn tree was an odd resolution!
10. oldal - Affure yourfelf, was loudly rated : And madam, getting up again, With her own hand the moufe-trap baited. On little things, as fages write, Depends our human joy or forrow : If we don't catch a moufe to-night, Alas ! no eye-brows for to-morrow.