The Genuine Poetical Works of Charles Cotton, Esq;: Containing, I. Scarronides: Or, Virgil Travestie. II. Lucian Burlesqu'd: Or, The Scoffer Scoff'd. III. The Wonders of the Peake

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J. Rivington, W. Johnston, T. Davies, T. Caslon, S. Crowder, B. Law, S. Bladon, G. Robinson and J. Roberts, T. Cadell, and G. Knap., 1771 - Chatsworth (England) - 348 pages
 

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Page 119 - Made of the best strong hempen teer, And ere a cat could lick her ear, Had tied it up with as much art, As DUN himself could do for's heart.
Page 10 - With that he turns his Buttocks Sea-ward, And with a gibing kind of Nay-word, Quoth he, Blind Harpers, have among ye; 'Tis ten to one but I bedung ye.
Page 1 - Troy-town by wind and weather To Italy (and God knows whither) Was pack'd and rack'd and lost and tost And bounced from pillar unto post.
Page 298 - Daughters none so bright, So pleasant none to taste, none to the sight None yields the gentle Angler such delight. To which the Bounty of her Stream is such, As only with a swift and transient Touch, T
Page 15 - LURKEY-DISH. The herb pennyroyal. LURRIES. Clothes; garments. Coles. LURRY. (1) To dirt, or daub. East. (2) To lug, or pull. Northumb. (3) A disturbance, or tumult. How durst you, rogues, take the opinion To vapour here in my dominion, Without my leave, and make a lurry, That men cannot be quiet for ye ? Cotton's Works, 1734, p 13.
Page 145 - Riftian, for the Confolation of thofe who had rather Laugh and be Merry, than be Merry and Wife.
Page 338 - Eastern-Tempests all below, Under whose shelter Trees and Flowers grow, With early Blossom, maugre native snow; Which elsewhere round a Tyranny maintains, And binds crampt Nature long in Crystal-Chains.
Page 340 - Painters baffl'd Art is far above, Who waves, and leaves could never yet make move. Hither the warbling People of the Air From their remoter Colonies repair, And in these shades, now setting up their rests, Like Caesars Swiss, burn their old native nests.
Page 223 - Z rue the time and ever shall, I struck the ball, I know not how, For that is not the play, you know, A pretty height into the air.
Page 340 - Doubtless, if any where, there never yet So brave a Structure on such ground was set, Which sure the Foundress built, to reconcile This to the other members of the Isle, And would therein, first her own Grandeur show, And then what Art could, spite of Nature, do.

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