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Стр. 177 - Tis all on me an usurpation. I have no title to aspire ; Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher; In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry :
Стр. 175 - em true: They argue no corrupted Mind In him; the Fault is in Mankind. This Maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human Breast; "In all Distresses of our Friends We first consult our private Ends, While nature kindly bent to ease us, Points out some Circumstance to please us.
Стр. 180 - In such a case they talk in tropes, And by their fears express their hopes.
Стр. 199 - With all the Turns of Whigs and Tories: "Was cheerful to his dying Day, "And Friends would let him have his Way. "He gave the little Wealth he had, "To build a House for Fools and Mad: "And shew'd by one satiric Touch, "No Nation wanted it so much: "That Kingdom he hath left his Debtor, "I wish it soon may have a Better.
Стр. 187 - 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.
Стр. 187 - tis a shocking sight, And he's engaged to-morrow night; My Lady Club will take it ill, If he should fail her at quadrille. He loved the Dean— (I lead a heart,) But dearest friends, they say, must part. His time was come: he ran his race; We hope he's in a better place.
Стр. 176 - Lies rackt with pain, and you without : How patiently you hear him groan. How glad the case is not your own. What poet would not grieve to see His breth'ren write as well as he ? But rather than they should excel, He'd wish his rivals all in hell.
Стр. 310 - ... entirely depend upon the truth and power of God. It is an old and true distinction, that things may be above our reason, without being contrary to it.
Стр. 178 - em? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts; but never to my friend: I tamely can endure the first; But this with envy makes me burst.