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Стр. 31 - The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose.
Стр. 53 - The chosen He adores the precious oil, Meekly receives the solemn charm, and while The Priest some blessed nothings mutters o'er, Sucks in the sacred grease at every pore : He seems at once to shed his mortal skin, And feels Divinity transfus'd within. The trembling Vulgar dread the royal Nod, And worship God's anointed, more than God. Such Sanction gives the Prelate to such Kings I So mischief from those hallow'd fountains springs.
Стр. 140 - She could tell Where laurels grew, whence many a wreath antique ; But more advis'd to shun the barren twig, (What is immortal verdure without fruit ?) And woo some thriving art ; her num'rous mines Were open to the searcher's skill and pains. Caught by th...
Стр. 134 - Or soften a refusal into grace. But few there are that can be truly kind, Or know to fix their favours on the mind. Hence some, whene'er they would oblige, offend, And, while they make the fortune, lose the friend ; Still give, unthank'd ; still squander, not bestow ; For great men want not what to give, but how.
Стр. 25 - tis but to ride as far again. Thus on myself in toils I spend my rage : I pay the fine, and that absolves the age. Sometimes, still more to interrupt my ease, I take my pen, and write such things as these; Which, though all other merit be denied.
Стр. 142 - With seeming smile ; her- palatable cup By standing grows insipid ; and beware The bottom, for there's poison in the lees. What health impair'd...
Стр. 7 - Of pow'r divine, hereditary right, And non-resistance to a tyrant's might : For sure that all should thus for one be curs'd, Is but great nature's edict just revers'd.
Стр. 143 - If splendor charm not , yet avoid the scorn, That treads on lowly stations. Think of some Assiduous booby mounting o'er your head , And thence with saucy grandeur looking down : . Think of (Reflection's stab ! ) the pitying friend "With shoulder shrugged and sorry.
Стр. 126 - And claim blind faith in cuftom's laws. Safer with multitudes to ftray, Than tread alone a fairer way ; To mingle with the erring throng, Than boldly fpeak ten millions wrong. Beware of the...