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No place is sacred , not the church is free , E'en Sunday shines no sabbath - day
to me ; Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme , Happy to catch me —
just at dinner time . Is there a parson , much bemused in beer , A maudlin poetess
...
No place is sacred , not the church is free , E'en Sunday shines no sabbath - day
to me ; Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme , Happy to catch me —
just at dinner time . Is there a parson , much bemused in beer , A maudlin poetess
...
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... the per Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men ; Dash the proud
gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can
there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the church , or guardians of the
laws ?
... the per Brand the bold front of shameless guilty men ; Dash the proud
gamester in his gilded car ; Bare the mean heart that lurks beneath a star ; Can
there be wanting , to defend her cause , Lights of the church , or guardians of the
laws ?
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Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make keys , build bridges , or
repair Whitehall : Or to thy country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not
at five per cent . Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind , Prepares a ...
Shall half the new - built churches round thee fall ? Make keys , build bridges , or
repair Whitehall : Or to thy country let that heap be lent , As M ** o's was , but not
at five per cent . Who thinks that fortune cannot change her mind , Prepares a ...
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One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike
disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? Fly then on all
the wings of wild desire , Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy
passion ...
One who believes as Tindal leads the way , Who virtue and a church alike
disowns , Thinks that but words , and this but brick and stones ? Fly then on all
the wings of wild desire , Admire whate'er the maddest can admire . Is wealth thy
passion ...
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Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for
church or state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a
noble cause . Time was , a sober Englishman would knock His servants up , and
rise ...
Now Whig , now Tory , what we love we hate ; Now all for pleasure , now for
church or state ; Now for prerogative , and now for laws ; Effects unhappy ! from a
noble cause . Time was , a sober Englishman would knock His servants up , and
rise ...
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Page 54 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
Page 6 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Page 106 - twixt reading and Bohea, To muse, and spill her solitary Tea, Or o'er cold coffee trifle with the spoon, Count the slow clock, and dine exact at noon...
Page 12 - Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise ; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd, And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Page 11 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals ? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers...
Page 6 - And curses wit, and poetry, and Pope. Friend to my life! (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What drop or nostrum can this plague remove ? Or which must end me, a fool's wrath or love ? A dire dilemma! either way I'm sped, If foes, they write, — if friends, they read me dead.
Page 280 - Some gentle James, to bless the land again ; To stick the doctor's chair into the throne, Give law to words, or war with words alone, Senates and courts with Greek and Latin rule, And turn the council to a grammar school ! For sure, if Dulness sees a grateful day, 'Tis in the shade of arbitrary sway.
Page 14 - What ? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of Ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? P.