The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Količina 39 ,Stran 1

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Stran 126 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
Stran 89 - I'VE often wish'd that I had clear For life six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood. Well, now I have all this, and more, I ask not to increase my store ; But here a grievance seems to lie, All this is mine but till I die; I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, To me and to my heirs for ever.
Stran 149 - Preferring his regard for me Before his credit, or his fee. Some formal visits, looks, and words, What mere humanity affords, I meet perhaps from three or four, From whom I once expected more ; Which those who tend the sick for pay Can act as decently as they : But no obliging tender friend To help at my approaching end. My life is now a burden grown To others, ere it be my own.
Stran 178 - Say, Stella, was Prometheus blind, And, forming you, mistook your kind ? No ; 'twas for you alone he stole The fire that forms a manly soul ; Then, to complete it every way, He moulded it with female clay : To that you owe the nobler flame, To this the beauty of your frame.
Stran 23 - Dame, said I, as loud as I could bawl, do you know what a Loss I have had? Nay, said she, my Lord Collway's Folks are all very sad, For my Lord Dromedary comes a Tuesday without fail; Pugh! said I, but that's not the Business that I ail.
Stran 22 - Then the Bell rung, and I went down to put my Lady to Bed, And, God knows, I thought my Money was as safe as my Maidenhead. So when I came up again, I found my Pocket feel very light, But when I search'd, and miss'd my Purse, Lord! I thought I should have sunk outright: Lord! Madam, says Mary, how d'ye do? Indeed, says I, never worse; But pray, Mary, can you tell what I have done with my Purse!
Stran 90 - Not thinking it is levee-day, And find his honour in a pound, Hemm'd by a triple circle round, Chequer'd with ribbons blue and green: How should I thrust myself between?
Stran 179 - Best pattern of true friends ! beware ; You pay too dearly for your care If, while your tenderness secures My life, it must endanger yours : For such a fool was never found Who pulled a palace to the ground, Only to have the ruins made Materials for a house decayed.
Stran 92 - How think you of our friend the Dean? I wonder what some people mean; My lord and he are grown so great, Always together tete-d-tete.
Stran 287 - tis both a shame and a sin ; And the dean my master is an honester man than you and all your kin :He has more goodness in his little finger than you have in your whole body : My master is a parsonable man, and not a spindleshank'd hoddy doddy.

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