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Tis sung , when Midas ' ears began to spring , ( Midas , a sacred person and a
king , ) His very minister , who spied them first , ( Some say his queen , ) was
forced to speak , oi burst . And is not mine , my friend , a sorer case , When every
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Tis sung , when Midas ' ears began to spring , ( Midas , a sacred person and a
king , ) His very minister , who spied them first , ( Some say his queen , ) was
forced to speak , oi burst . And is not mine , my friend , a sorer case , When every
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Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he served a
queen ! A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; the rest
belongs to Heaven . SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE , IMITATED .
Preserve him social , cheerful , and serene , And just as rich as when he served a
queen ! A. Whether that blessing be denied or given , Thus far was right ; the rest
belongs to Heaven . SATIRES AND EPISTLES OF HORACE , IMITATED .
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... like coins , grow dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold .
Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton heads of houses
quote : 6 One likes no language but the Fairy Queen : IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
... like coins , grow dear as they grow old ; It is the rust we value , not the gold .
Chaucer's worst ribaldry is learn'd by rote , And beastly Skelton heads of houses
quote : 6 One likes no language but the Fairy Queen : IMITATIONS OF HORACE .
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6 One likes no language but the Fairy Queen : A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o '
the Green ; And each true Briton is to Ben so civil , He swears the Muses met him
at the Devil . Though justly Greece her eldest sons admires , Why should not we ...
6 One likes no language but the Fairy Queen : A Scot will fight for Christ's Kirk o '
the Green ; And each true Briton is to Ben so civil , He swears the Muses met him
at the Devil . Though justly Greece her eldest sons admires , Why should not we ...
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Such was the wight : the apparel on his back , Tho'coarse , was reverend , and
though bare , was black The suit , if by the fashion one might guess , Was velvet
in the youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd ; So ...
Such was the wight : the apparel on his back , Tho'coarse , was reverend , and
though bare , was black The suit , if by the fashion one might guess , Was velvet
in the youth of good queen Bess , But mere tuff - taffety what now remain'd ; So ...
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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.