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Сторінка 148 - Stock, stone, or other homely pedigree, In his defence his servants are as bold As if he had been born of beaten gold. The Jewish Rabbins, though their enemies, In this conclude them honest men and wise ; For 'twas their duty, all the learned think, T" espouse his cause by whom they eat and drink.
Сторінка 133 - tis sung, by Tiber's Brook, 130 Presage of sway from twice six vultures took. Th' admiring throng loud acclamations make, And omens of his future empire take. The sire then shook the honours of his head, And from his brows damps of oblivion shed Full on the filial...
Сторінка 135 - This is thy province, this thy wondrous way, New humours to invent for each new play: This is that boasted bias of thy mind, By which one way to dulness 'tis inclined: Which makes thy writings lean on one side still, And, in all changes, that way bends thy will. Nor let thy mountain-belly make pretence Of likeness; thine's a tympany of sense. A tun of man in thy large bulk is writ, But sure thou'rt but a kilderkin of wit.
Сторінка 130 - Even I, a dunce of more renown than they, Was sent before but to prepare thy way; And, coarsely clad in Norwich drugget, came To teach the nations in thy greater name.
Сторінка 162 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 161 - Who cost too much and did too little good. These were for laying honest David by On principles of pure good husbandry. With them joined all the haranguers of the throng That thought to get preferment by the tongue.
Сторінка 164 - His cooks with long disuse their trade forgot ; Cool was his kitchen, though his brains were hot. Such frugal virtue malice may...
Сторінка 154 - Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.