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admire aetas Alluding atque Bard Bavius beauty Ben Johnson carmina Court divine Dunciad e'er Epistle etiam ev'n ev'ry fame fool Gabiis Genius ginal give grace grave heart Heav'n honest honour Horace hurt imitation John Barnard King Knave Lady laugh Laws learn'd Libels lise live Lord lov'd ludicra mihi Mimnermus Muse ne'er neque never nihil nisi noble Notes numbers nunc o'er Original Panegyric Peer Pindar pleas'd poem Poet Poet's poor Pope popish plot Pow'r Praetores praise proud Pythagorea quae quam Queen quia quid quis quod racter recreare recte rhyme rich ridicule Satire SATIRE IV Sejanus sense sibi sine sirst song soul spirit tamen Taste tell thing thou thought thro tibi Truth verse Vice Virtue Whig wise words writ write
30 ページ - Bestia's from the throne. Born to no pride, inheriting no strife, Nor marrying discord in a noble wife, Stranger to civil and religious rage, The good man walk'd innoxious through his age. No courts he saw, no suits would ever try, Nor dar'd an oath, nor hazarded a lie.
51 ページ - Hear this, and tremble ! you who 'scape the laws. Yes, while I live, no rich or noble knave Shall walk the world, in credit, to his grave.
234 ページ - Seen him, uncumber'd with the Venal tribe, Smile without Art, and win without a Bribe. Would he oblige me ? let me only find, He does not think me what he thinks mankind.
18 ページ - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
47 ページ - Slander or poison dread from Delia's rage ; Hard words or hanging, if your judge be Page ; From furious Sappho scarce a milder fate, Px'd by her love, or libell'd by her hate.
17 ページ - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
244 ページ - Are what ten thousand envy and adore : All, all look up with reverential awe, At crimes that 'scape or triumph o'er the law ; While truth, worth, wisdom, daily they decry : Nothing is sacred now but villainy.
10 ページ - The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?) The Queen of Midas slept, and so may I. You think this cruel ? take it for a rule, No creature smarts so little as a fool. Let peals of laughter, Codrus ! round thee break, 85 Thou unconcern'd canst hear the mighty crack: Pit, box, and gall'ry in convulsions hurl'd, Thou stand'st unshook amidst a bursting world. Who shames a Scribbler? break one cobweb thro...