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الصفحة 137 - 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.
الصفحة 74 - Till drown'd in shriller notes of chimney-sweep : Duns at his lordship's gate began to meet ; And brickdust Moll had scream'd through half the street. The turnkey now his flock returning sees, Duly let out a-nights to steal for fees: The watchful bailiffs take their silent stands, And schoolboys lag with satchels in their hands.
الصفحة 76 - Twas doubtful which was rain, and which was dust. Ah ! where must needy poet seek for aid, When dust and rain at once his coat invade ? Sole coat, where dust cemented by the rain Erects the nap, and leaves a cloudy stain ! Now in contiguous drops the flood comes down, Threatening with deluge this devoted town.
الصفحة 66 - Tis now no kettle, but a bell. A wooden jack, which had almost Lost by disuse the art to roast, A sudden alteration feels...
الصفحة 107 - Tis (let me see) three years and more (October next it will be four) Since Harley bid me first attend, And chose me for an humble friend; Would take me in his coach to chat, And question me of this and that; As,
الصفحة 76 - Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds, he trembles from within.
الصفحة 67 - A bedstead of the antique mode, Compact of timber many a load, Such as our ancestors did use, Was metamorphosed into pews ; Which still their ancient nature keep By lodging folks disposed to sleep.
الصفحة 109 - Faith, sir, you know as much as I." "Ah, Doctor, how you love to jest! Tis now no secret" — I protest 'Tis one to me — "Then tell us, pray, When are the troops to have their pay?