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... head , Bleft , if the Muses ' hand entwine A sprig at least to circle mine ! Come , -I admit , you tax me right . Prudence , ' tis true , was out of fight , And you may whisper all you meet , The man was vague and indifcreet . Yet tell ...
... head , Bleft , if the Muses ' hand entwine A sprig at least to circle mine ! Come , -I admit , you tax me right . Prudence , ' tis true , was out of fight , And you may whisper all you meet , The man was vague and indifcreet . Yet tell ...
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... head , And clear Inopus laves the flow'ry mead . O Phœbus , where fhall I begin thy praise ? Well can'ft thou rule the poet's artless lays . Oft on the craggy rock , or mountain hore , By river - fide , or on the fea's hoarse shore ...
... head , And clear Inopus laves the flow'ry mead . O Phœbus , where fhall I begin thy praise ? Well can'ft thou rule the poet's artless lays . Oft on the craggy rock , or mountain hore , By river - fide , or on the fea's hoarse shore ...
Page 45
... , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing past , Hugging themselves in ease and cloyer , With all the fuss of moving over ; Lo , a new heap of whims are bred ! And wanton in my lady's head . Well , Well to be fure , it must be own'd , [ 45 ]
... , White - washing , painting , fcrubbing past , Hugging themselves in ease and cloyer , With all the fuss of moving over ; Lo , a new heap of whims are bred ! And wanton in my lady's head . Well , Well to be fure , it must be own'd , [ 45 ]
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... head , Who talk of things they never read . Their idle cenfures I despise : Their niggard praises won't fuffice . Tempt me no more then to the crime Of dabbling in the font of rhime . My Mufe has answer'd all her end , If her ...
... head , Who talk of things they never read . Their idle cenfures I despise : Their niggard praises won't fuffice . Tempt me no more then to the crime Of dabbling in the font of rhime . My Mufe has answer'd all her end , If her ...
Page 87
... rs of comic ease . Authors , like maids at fifteen years , Are full of wishes , full of fears . One might by pleasant thoughts be led To lose a trifling maiden - head ; But But ' tis a terrible vexation To give up with [ 87 ]
... rs of comic ease . Authors , like maids at fifteen years , Are full of wishes , full of fears . One might by pleasant thoughts be led To lose a trifling maiden - head ; But But ' tis a terrible vexation To give up with [ 87 ]
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againſt Apollo Bard bleft BONNELL THORNTON breaſt burſting Cambridge cauſe Christ Church claffic Coll Comm Cornelius Gallus Delos e'en e'er eaſe ENVY erft Eſq ev'ry eyes facred fame fhall fhew fhou'd fibi fide filent fing firſt fome fong fons fools foul ftill ftrike ftrong fuch fure genius Gent George grace hæc heart himſelf Honourable inglorius John juſt king Lady Latona Lord lyre madneſs maſter meaſure Mifs moſt Mufe muft Muſe muſt ne'er numbers o'er Ovid fe Oxon pleaſe pleaſure poet poet's pow'r praiſe profe Propertius Quam raiſe rife ſay ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſhe ſkill ſmile ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſtage ſtate ſtill ſtudy taſte thee thefe themſelves theſe thine Thomas Thomas Salter thoſe thou thouſand thro throne Trin truth uſe verſe whofe Whoſe William WILLIAM HOGARTH wiſh wou'd youth
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