Select epigrams, 1. kötetS. Low, 1797 |
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4. oldal
... affections fhe concurreth ftill . If now , with man and wife , to will and nill The felf - fame things , a note of concord be , I know no couple better can agree . A DISTICH , BY CLEIVELAND . HAD Cain been Scot [ 4 ]
... affections fhe concurreth ftill . If now , with man and wife , to will and nill The felf - fame things , a note of concord be , I know no couple better can agree . A DISTICH , BY CLEIVELAND . HAD Cain been Scot [ 4 ]
30. oldal
... Fame : Samuel , author of " The Battle of the Sexes , " and several humorous tales , printed with other poems by him in 1736 - John and Charles , the celebrated Methodists and Mrs. Wright , a contributor to the fixth volume of the ...
... Fame : Samuel , author of " The Battle of the Sexes , " and several humorous tales , printed with other poems by him in 1736 - John and Charles , the celebrated Methodists and Mrs. Wright , a contributor to the fixth volume of the ...
34. oldal
... Fame with men , by custom of the nation , Is ' mongst you women only Reputation : About them both , why keep we fuch a pother ? Part you with one , and I'll renounce the other * .. But this is an unequal venture ( as Mrs. Piozzi has ...
... Fame with men , by custom of the nation , Is ' mongst you women only Reputation : About them both , why keep we fuch a pother ? Part you with one , and I'll renounce the other * .. But this is an unequal venture ( as Mrs. Piozzi has ...
47. oldal
... fame , in sculpture wrought , No more in arms , than he in emblems , skill'd , The Cock had driv'n the Lion from the field . ON A FAT GENTLEMAN AT OXFORD . BY THE SAME . WHEN Tadlow walks the ftreets , the Paviours cry , " God bless you ...
... fame , in sculpture wrought , No more in arms , than he in emblems , skill'd , The Cock had driv'n the Lion from the field . ON A FAT GENTLEMAN AT OXFORD . BY THE SAME . WHEN Tadlow walks the ftreets , the Paviours cry , " God bless you ...
56. oldal
... a man of mettle , And it foft as filk remains . " Tis the fame with common natures : Ufe ' em kindly , they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg - graters , And the rogues obey you well . A THE MIRACLE AT CANA * . BY THE SAME . [ 56 ]
... a man of mettle , And it foft as filk remains . " Tis the fame with common natures : Ufe ' em kindly , they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg - graters , And the rogues obey you well . A THE MIRACLE AT CANA * . BY THE SAME . [ 56 ]
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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.