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...Philips translated a book called the ' Persian Tales.'— Pope. He, who still wanting, though he lives on theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...; And he, who now to sense, now nonsense leaning, 185 Means not, but blunders round about a meaning ; And he, whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is...

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...determine if he had any. Perhaps he realizes the picture drawn by Pope, in one of his biting couplets : " And he, who, now to sense now nonsense leaning, Means not, but blunders round about a meaning." The critic has laboured hard, but he has certainly done far more harm to the character of the Britith...

...secured him oblivion, but for humorous stories happily introduced, and quaintly told. " His matter, now to sense, now nonsense leaning, Means not — but blunders round about a meaning." Among the class of minor politicians who CHAP. opposed reform on the present, and on the former ^Y->J...

...appear. And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight lines a year; He, who still wanting, though he lives T Tale. How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe ! And swear not ADDISON himself was safe. Peace...