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John Wain. Some have at first for wits , than poets pass'd , Turn'd critics next , and proved plain fools at last . Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass . Those half - learn'd witlings ...
John Wain. Some have at first for wits , than poets pass'd , Turn'd critics next , and proved plain fools at last . Some neither can for wits nor critics pass , As heavy mules are neither horse nor ass . Those half - learn'd witlings ...
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... pass , & c . Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow ; Now to her that's as brown as a berry : Here's to the wife with a face full of woe , And now to the girl that is merry . Chorus . Let the toast pass , & c . For let ' em be clumsy ...
... pass , & c . Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow ; Now to her that's as brown as a berry : Here's to the wife with a face full of woe , And now to the girl that is merry . Chorus . Let the toast pass , & c . For let ' em be clumsy ...
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... pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth , like a garment , wear The beauty of the morning : silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields , and to the sky ; All bright ...
... pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth , like a garment , wear The beauty of the morning : silent , bare , Ships , towers , domes , theatres , and temples lie Open unto the fields , and to the sky ; All bright ...
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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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