The sale of authors, a dialogue, in imitation of Lucian's Sale of philosophers [by A. Campbell].
Printed, and sold by the booksellers in London and Westminster, 1767 - Всего страниц: 242
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Стр. 23 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Стр. 32 - Or by vaft debts of higher import bound, Are always humble, always grateful found. If they, directed by PAUL'S holy pen, Become difcreetly all things to all men, That all men may become all things to them. Envy may hate, but juftice can't condemn. *' Into our places, ftates, and beds they creep:" They've fenfe to get, what we want fenfe to keep.
Стр. 121 - IT is the custom of the Mahometans, if they see any printed or written paper upon the ground, to take it up and. lay it aside carefully, as not knowing but it may contain some piece of their Alcoran.
Стр. 79 - Bayes. Faith, Sir, the Intrigo's now quite out of my head; but I have a new one, in my pocket, that I may say is a Virgin; 't has never yet been blown upon. I must tel. you one thing. 'Tis all new Wit; and tho I say it, a better than my last: and you know well enough how that took.
Стр. 32 - And follow where true honour points the way, If they revere the hand by which they're fed, And blefs the donors for their daily bread, Or by vaft debts of higher import bound, Are always humble, always grateful found, If they, directed by PAUL'S holy pen, Become difcreetly all things to all men, That all men may become all things to them, V Envy may hate, but juftice can't condemn. *' Into our places, ftates, and beds they creep :'* , They've fenfe to get, what we want fenfe to keep.
Стр. 45 - And weave fine cobwebs, fit for skull That's empty when the moon is full; Such as take lodgings in a head That's to be let unfurnished.
Стр. 244 - Yon, who have feen my aftions, know their fprings, Say, are we women fuch infipid things ? Say, Lords of the Creation, mighty men ! In what have you furpafs'd us, where ? and when ? I come to know to whom the palm is due ; To us weak veflels or to ftronger you ? Againft your conquering fwords I draw — my fan, Come on !— now parry Marg'ret if you can.
Стр. 79 - Rehearsal, in their habits, and all that, as it is to be acted; and if you, and your friend will do it but the honour to...