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... sense defaced ; Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools , And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or ...
... sense defaced ; Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools , And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or ...
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... sense ; Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move ; For fools admire , but men of sense approve : As things seem large which we through ...
... sense ; Those heads , as stomachs , are not sure the best , Which nauseate all , and nothing can digest . Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move ; For fools admire , but men of sense approve : As things seem large which we through ...
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... sense , and pride o ' worth , Are higher rank than a ' that . Then let us pray that come it may , As come it will for a ' that ; That sense and worth , o'er a ' the earth , May bear the gree , an ' a ' that . For a ' that , and a ' that ...
... sense , and pride o ' worth , Are higher rank than a ' that . Then let us pray that come it may , As come it will for a ' that ; That sense and worth , o'er a ' the earth , May bear the gree , an ' a ' that . For a ' that , and a ' that ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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