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answer Ballyspellin battle of Oudenarde better Bishop brass brazen call'd CARTHY church clouds coach court DANIEL JACKSON dare DEAN OF ST Dean's dear Delany devil Dick Doctor Drapier drink Dublin Duke Earl ears EPIGRAM eyes face fair fame foes fools give gold grace half halfpence head hear Helsham honest honour hope HORACE house of Hanover Ireland Irish Jove king Knock ladies lines Lord majesty malè Muse ne'er never nose numbers o'er on't once Patrick's peace Phoebus poem poets poor pray pride queen queen's peace rhymes rogue satire sick sing Sir Robert Walpole Sir Thomas Prendergast soul spleen sure swear Swift tell thee there's THOMAS SHERIDAN thou thought tibi Tories town Traulus true turn twas Twill verses virtue Whigs WILLIAM DUNKIN wine wise Wood Wood's writ write
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الصفحة 68 - Where all that passes inter nos Might be proclaim'd at Charing-cross. Yet some I know with envy swell, Because they see me used so well: " How think you of our friend the Dean ? I wonder what some people mean ! My lord and he are grown so great, Always together,
الصفحة 202 - Tell us what the pile contains ? Many a head that holds no brains. These demoniacs let me dub With the name of Legion Club. Such assemblies, you might swear, Meet when butchers bait a bear: Such a noise, and such haranguing, When a brother thief is hanging: Such a rout and such a rabble Eun to hear
الصفحة 105 - WHITSHED'S 2 MOTTO ON HIS COACH. 1724. Libertas et natale solum:* Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em. Could nothing but thy chief reproach Serve for a motto on thy coach ? But let me now the words translate: Natale solum, my estate; 1 Query, Whether the author meant scholar, and wilfully
الصفحة 193 - the nation for a pin ; While they sit a-pieking straws, Let them rave at making laws; While they never hold their tongue, Let them dabble in their dung: Let them form a grand committee, How to plague and starve the city; Let them stare, and storm, and frown, When they
الصفحة 192 - know the rest 1 Tell us what the pile contains ? Many a head that holds no brains. These demoniacs let me dub With the name of Legion Club. Such assemblies, you might swear, Meet when butchers bait a bear: Such a noise, and such haranguing, When a brother thief is hanging: Such a rout and such a rabble
الصفحة 67 - overtaking them one day in their road to Windsor, got into Lord Oxford's coach, and began some political conversation; Lord Oxford said, " Swift, I am up; there is a cat." Bolingbroke was disgusted with this levity, and went again into his own carriage. This was " Nugari et discincti ludere " As once a week we travel down To "Windsor, and again to
الصفحة 204 - Let us try some new expedient; Shift the scene for half an hour, Time and place are in thy power. Thither, gentle Muse, conduct me; I shall ask, and you instruct me. See, the Muse unbars the gate; Hark, the monkeys, how they prate! All ye gods who rule the soul:
الصفحة 194 - Let us try some new expedient; Shift the scene for half an hour, Time and place are in thy power. Thither, gentle Muse, conduct me; I shall ask, and you instruct me. See, the Muse unbars the gate; Hark, the monkeys, how they prate I All ye gods who rule the
الصفحة 38 - ON MR. HARLEY'S BEING STABBED, AND ADDRESSED TO HIS PHYSICIAN, 1710-11. On Britain Europe's safety lies, Britain is lost if Harley dies: Harley depends upon your skill: Think what you save, or what you kilL AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG, BEING THE INTENDED SPEECH OF A FAMOUS ORATOR AGAINST PEACE. 1711. An orator dismal of
الصفحة 65 - in Berkshire. Mr. Talbot himself informed me of this negotiation. Burfield is in the neighbourhood of Bucklebury, Lord Bolingbroke's seat.— Warton. Another, in a surly fit, Tells me I have more zeal than wit. " So eager to express your love,