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Some , to whom Heaven in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife , Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife . ' Tis more to guide , than spur the Muse's steed ...
Some , to whom Heaven in wit has been profuse , Want as much more to turn it to its use ; For wit and judgment often are at strife , Though meant each other's aid , like man and wife . ' Tis more to guide , than spur the Muse's steed ...
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... Lull'd like the depth of ocean when at rest , Fair as the crowning rose of the whole wreath , Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest ; In short , he was a very pretty fellow , Although his woes had turn'd him rather yellow .
... Lull'd like the depth of ocean when at rest , Fair as the crowning rose of the whole wreath , Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest ; In short , he was a very pretty fellow , Although his woes had turn'd him rather yellow .
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... light as an elf , Or wisp that flits o'er a morass : he lurks , It may be , still , like dull books on a shelf , In his own den , to scrawl some ' Life ' or ' Vision , ' As Welborn says - ' the devil turn'd precisian .
... light as an elf , Or wisp that flits o'er a morass : he lurks , It may be , still , like dull books on a shelf , In his own den , to scrawl some ' Life ' or ' Vision , ' As Welborn says - ' the devil turn'd precisian .
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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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