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ANACREON ARISTIPPUS bard beauty beſt bluſh boaſt brandy breaft Britiſh CATULLUS charms CHLOE coft Congreve cries Curio dear death DEUCALION dine DISTICH DUNCIAD EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes face faid fair Falernum falfe fame faſhion fate fatire fave fays fhall fhew fhould filk fince firſt fmiles foft fome foon fteal ftill fuch glaſs grace GREEK heart Heav'n herſelf himſelf honeft houſe Jove Judas juft LADY laft laſt lefs live loft Lord LORD BURLINGTON maid marry moſt muft muſt MYRO ne'er neighbour never o'er Phillis PHILOCTETES pity pleaſe pleaſure Poet poor Pope Port wine praiſe PRATTLE PRAXITELES quoth RICH WARD rofes Sappho ſay ſcarce ſhall ſhe ſtate ſtill ſtrains STREPHON thee There's theſe thine thing thoſe thou thouſand tranflated TUNBRIDGE twill uſe Venus verfes Vex'd Voltaire Whofe wife wine Worfe youth
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164. oldal - In merry old England it once was a rule, The King had his Poet, and also his Fool : But now we're so frugal, I'd have you to know it, That Cibber can serve both for Fool and for Poet.
70. oldal - At last resolv'd his potent foe to awe, And guard his right, by statute, and by law ! A suit in Chancery the wretch begun, -\ Nine happy terms through bill and answer run, > Obtain'd his cause, had costs, and was undone.
139. oldal - Duke was just come to town — His station despising, unaw'd by the place, He flies from his God to attend on his Grace. To the Court it was fitter to pay his devotion, Since God had no hand in his Lordship's promotion.
124. oldal - Beneath this stone lies Katherine Gray, Changed from a busy life to lifeless clay; By earth and clay she got her pelf, And now she's turned to earth herself. Ye weeping friends, let me advise,— Abate your grief, and dry your eyes; For what avails a flood of tears? Who knows but in a run of years, In some tall pitcher or broad pan, She in her shop may be again...
133. oldal - Thro' every road of human life. Fair wifdom regulates the bar, And peace concludes the wordy war : At home aufpicious mortals find Serene tranquillity of mind ; All-beauteous nature decks the plain, And merchants plough for gold the main : Refpeft arifes from our ftore, Security from being poor : More joys the bands of hymen give ; Th...
143. oldal - Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread.
74. oldal - Lefliia firft I faw fo heavenly fair, With eyes fo bright, and with that awful air, I thought my heart, which durft fo high afpire, As bold as his who fnatch'd ceeleftial fire.
42. oldal - I NEVER knew a sprightly fair That was not dear to me; And freely I my heart could share With every one I see. It is not this or that alone On whom my choice would fall: I do not more incline to one Than I incline to all. The circle's bounding line are they; Its centre is my heart; My ready love, the equal ray That flows to every part.
105. oldal - Whilst in the dark on thy soft hand I hung, And heard the tempting Siren in thy tongue, What flames, what darts, what anguish I endur'd ! But when the candle enter'd I was cur'd.
45. oldal - The next had all the cunning of a Scot ; The third invention, genius — nay, what not? Fraud, now exhausted, only could dispense To her fourth son their threefold impudence.