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الصفحة 228 - Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend, And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
الصفحة 363 - Such-a-one is a wiser or better man than himself? no, no ; 'tis quite and clean out of nature. A good sousing satire now, well powdered with personal pepper, and seasoned with the spirit of party ; that demolishes a conspicuous character, and sinks him below our own level ; there, there, we are...
الصفحة 365 - Puff. Then, did not I get you made collector of casualties to the Whitehall and St. James's? but that post your laziness lost you.
الصفحة 283 - GENTEEL in personage, Conduct, and equipage, Noble by heritage, Generous and free: Brave, not romantic; Learned, not pedantic; Frolic, not frantic; This must he be. Honor maintaining, Meanness disdaining, Still entertaining, Engaging and new. Neat, but not finical; Sage, but not cynical; Never tyrannical, But ever true. Henry Carey [ ? -1743] "PHILLADA FLOUTS ME': O WHAT a plague is love!
الصفحة 154 - Attention! tobe sure you did not fall asleep in their company ; but what then ? You should have entered into their characters, played with their humours, und sacrificed to their absurdities.
الصفحة 94 - What injury do I do the world? I feed on their follies, 'tis true ; and the game, the plunder, is fair: But the fangs of you and your tribe, A whole people have felt, and for ages will feel.
الصفحة 364 - ... in Moorfields ; his kitchen a broken pipkin of charcoal ; and his bed-chamber, under the counter. PUFF. I never was fond of expence; I ever minded my trade.
الصفحة 217 - Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When for their teeming flocks and granges full In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
الصفحة 161 - A finer sucking pig in lavender, with sage growing in his belly, was never seen ! And yet he wants me not to have it — But have it I will ! There's a fine tree of knowledge, too, with Adam and Eve in juniper ; Eve's nose not quite grown, but it is thought in the spring will be very forward — I'll have that, too, with the serpent' in ground ivy • two poets in wormwood — I'll have them both.
الصفحة 200 - Filligree's masquerade, and I am sorry you won't make one with us. Here, Jessamy, give me my domino, and call a chair; and don't let my uncle want for any thing. You'll excuse me, Sir John, tol, lol, derol, — (Exit singing.) SIR JOHN: The world's at an end!