The Works of the English Poets: Swift

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H. Hughs, 1779
 

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Seite 263 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Seite 3 - Your former actions claim their part, And join to fortify your heart. For virtue in her daily race, Like Janus, bears a double face; Looks back with joy where she has gone, And therefore goes with courage on.
Seite 286 - That moves his patients to repentance; And, when his medicines do no good, Supports their minds with heavenly food: At which, however well intended, He hears the clergy are offended; And grown so bold behind his back.
Seite 259 - His stomach too begins to fail ; Last year we thought him strong and hale ; But now he's quite another thing : I wish he may hold out till spring...
Seite 350 - Shows a bribe in all his hands : Briareus the secretary, But we mortals call him Carey. When the rogues their country fleece, They may hope for pence apiece. Clio, who had been so wise To...
Seite 259 - To hear his out-of-fashion wit? But he takes up with younger folks, Who for his wine will bear his jokes. Faith, he must make his stories shorter...
Seite 285 - And this he makes his constant rule, For which his brethren call him fool; His conscience always was so nice, He freely gave the poor advice; By which he lost, he may affirm, A hundred fees last Easter term; While others of the learned robe, Would break the patience of a Job.
Seite 156 - Your ladyship lifts up the sash to be seen (For sure I had dizen'd you out like a queen). The captain, to show he is proud of the favour, Looks up to your window, and cocks up his beaver. (His beaver is cock'd ; pray, madam, mark that, For a captain of...
Seite 283 - Sometimes his friend he would not spare, And might perhaps be too severe: But yet the worst that could be said, He was a wit both born and bred; And, if it be a sin...
Seite 339 - Jove, arm'd with terrors, bursts the skies, And thunder roars and lightning flies! Amaz'd, confus'd, its fate unknown, The world stands trembling at his throne! While each pale sinner hung his head, Jove, nodding, shook the...

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