Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
bear beaſts beauty beneath Beſides bird blood born court creature cries croud daily diſgrace ends ev'ry eyes F A B L E FABLE face fame fate fear fight fires firſt fool gain give gold grant grew grow hand hate hath head hear heard heart honeſt honour hope juſt kind kings knaves knew known light look lord mankind mean merit mind miniſters moſt muſt nature ne'er never night o'er once plain play poor pow'r praiſe pride proud purſue race replies reſt reward round ſaid ſaw ſays ſcorn ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſons ſpoke ſtand ſtate ſuch thee theſe thing Think thoſe thou thought toil tongue trade train true truth turns vice Whoſe wiſe
Seite 111 - He rais'd his head with whining moan, And thus was heard the feeble tone : ' Ah ! sons ! from evil ways depart ; My crimes lie heavy on my heart. See, see the murder'd geese appear ! Why are those bleeding turkeys there ? Why all around this cackling train, Who haunt my ears for chicken slain?
Seite 104 - I must bid the world adieu, Let me my former life review. I grant my bargains well were made; But all men overreach in trade ; 'Tis self-defence in each profession ; Sure self-defence is no transgression.
Seite 141 - I'll read my fable. Betwixt her swagging panniers load A farmer's wife to market rode, And, jogging on, with thoughtful care Summ'd up the profits of her ware ; When, starting from her silver dream, Thus far and wide was heard her scream : That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak !) Bodes me no good.
Seite 191 - Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. The child, whom many fathers share, Hath seldom known a father's care. Tis thus in friendships; who depend On many, rarely find a friend.
Seite 191 - And from the deep-mouthed thunder flies. She starts, she stops, she pants for breath ; She hears the near advance of death ; She doubles, to mislead the hound, And measures back her mazy round ; Till, fainting in the public way, Half dead with fear she gasping lay. What transport in her bosom grew, When first the horse appeared in view ! " Let me," says she, " your back ascend, And owe my safety to a friend.
Seite 30 - A giddy Wasp around her flies: He now advances, now retires, Now to her neck and cheek aspires. Her fan in vain defends her charms; Swift he returns, again alarms; For by repulse he bolder grew, Perch'd on her lip, and sipt the dew.
Seite 164 - Tis conquest to assert your right. How cumbrous is the gilded coach ! The pride of man is our reproach. Were we...