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...between the two sides of a question, and backs and fills like a ship lying off and on in a storm. A man " Who, now to sense, now nonsense leaning, " Means not, but blunders round about a meaning." As is somewhere said of pretty nearly the same kind of person. But touching the other gentlemen, I...

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...And strains, from hard-bound brains, eight line* a-year ; He, who still wanting, though he lives On theft, Steals much, spends little, yet has nothing...translate, And own'd that nine such poets made a Tate. 190 How did they fume, and stamp, and roar, and chafe 1 And swear, not Addison himself was safe. Peace...