The Works of Alexander Pope: Satires, &cJ. and P. Knapton, 1751 |
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... Quid faciam ? praescribe . T. Quiefcas . H. Ne faciam , inquis , Omnino verfus ? T. Aio . H. Peream male , fi non Optimum erat : verum nequeo dormire . NOTES . VER . 3. Scarce to wife Peter - Chartres ] It has been commonly obferved of ...
... Quid faciam ? praescribe . T. Quiefcas . H. Ne faciam , inquis , Omnino verfus ? T. Aio . H. Peream male , fi non Optimum erat : verum nequeo dormire . NOTES . VER . 3. Scarce to wife Peter - Chartres ] It has been commonly obferved of ...
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... Quid faciam ? faltat Milonius , ut femel icto Acceffit fervor capiti , numerufque lucernis . P Caftor gaudet equis ; ovo prognatus eodem , Pugnis . quot capitum vivunt , totidem ftudiorum Millia . me pedibus delectat claudere verba ...
... Quid faciam ? faltat Milonius , ut femel icto Acceffit fervor capiti , numerufque lucernis . P Caftor gaudet equis ; ovo prognatus eodem , Pugnis . quot capitum vivunt , totidem ftudiorum Millia . me pedibus delectat claudere verba ...
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... quid fe judice certes : NOTES . race's ironical Apology , which is to this purpose : Na- ture , fays he , has given all Creatures the means of of- fence and defence : The wolf has teeth , the bull has horns , and my weapon is fatire ...
... quid fe judice certes : NOTES . race's ironical Apology , which is to this purpose : Na- ture , fays he , has given all Creatures the means of of- fence and defence : The wolf has teeth , the bull has horns , and my weapon is fatire ...
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... with our author . VER . 97. Whether the darken'd room— -Or whiten'd wall- ] This is only a wanton joke upon the terms of his Original Quifquis erit vitae color . * E Frigore te feriat . e H. Quid ? cum eft Sat. I. ÓF HORACE . 49.
... with our author . VER . 97. Whether the darken'd room— -Or whiten'd wall- ] This is only a wanton joke upon the terms of his Original Quifquis erit vitae color . * E Frigore te feriat . e H. Quid ? cum eft Sat. I. ÓF HORACE . 49.
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Alexander Pope. Frigore te feriat . e H. Quid ? cum eft Lucilius aufus Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem , * Detrabere et pellem , nitidus qua quifque per ora Cederet , introrfum turpis ; num Laelius , et qui Duxit ab ...
Alexander Pope. Frigore te feriat . e H. Quid ? cum eft Lucilius aufus Primus in hunc operis componere carmina morem , * Detrabere et pellem , nitidus qua quifque per ora Cederet , introrfum turpis ; num Laelius , et qui Duxit ab ...
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Seite 18 - Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep if Atticus were he?
Seite 17 - 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...
Seite 51 - 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.
Seite 243 - Before her dance; behind her crawl the Old! See thronging Millions to the Pagod run, And offer Country, Parent, Wife, or Son! Hear her black Trumpet thro' the Land proclaim, That "Not to be corrupted is the Shame.
Seite 19 - d by ev'ry quill ; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
Seite 234 - 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.
Seite 6 - They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land, by water, they renew the charge, They stop the chariot, and they board the barge.
Seite 30 - 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.
Seite 244 - 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.
Seite 157 - Besides, a fate attends on all I write, That when I aim at praise they say I bite. A vile encomium doubly ridicules : There's nothing blackens like the ink of fools. If true, a woful likeness ; and, if lies, ' Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.