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Alma appear arms beauty breaſt bring Cloe command dear death delight deſire Dick earth Emma equal eyes fair fall fame fate fear fight firſt flame force future give glorious grace grief half hand happy head heart Heaven Henry hero honour hope hour human juſt keep kind king laſt laws leave light live look Lord maid matter mind moſt muſt nature never night nymph once pain peace plain play poet poor praiſe preſent prove purſue queen rage receive riſe ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſtand ſtill ſuch tell thee theſe things thoſe thou thought true truth turn Venus verſe virtue whoſe wiſe wound write young youth
Page 121 - Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind ; Let all her ways be unconfin'd ; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Page 383 - To master John the English maid A hornbook gives of gingerbread; And, that the child may learn the better, As he can name, he eats the letter.
Page 337 - So whilst our mind its knowledge would improve, (Its feeble eye intent on things above) High as we may, we lift our reason up, By Faith directed, and confirm'd by Hope: Yet are we able only to survey Dawnings of beams, and promises of day.
Page iv - He was the finest gentleman in the voluptuous court of Charles II., and in the gloomy one of King William. He had as much wit as his first master, or his contemporaries Buckingham and Rochester, without the royal want of feeling, the Duke's want of principles, or the Earl's want of thought. The latter said with astonishment, " that he did not know how it was, but Lord Dorset might do anything, and yet was never to blame.
Page 209 - Marlborough when to fight. Or if it be his fate to meet With folks who have more wealth than wit. He loves cheap port, and double bub, And settles in the Humdrum Club...
Page iv - William. He had as much wit as his first master, or his contemporaries, Buckingham and Rochester ; without the royal want of feeling, the Duke's want of principles, or the Earl's want of thought. The latter said with astonishment, ' That he did not know how it was, but Lord Dorset might do any thing, and yet was never to blame...
Page 113 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Page xiii - ... of his breeding, and the knowledge and practice of what was decent and magnificent ; that he could only be rivalled in thefe qualifications by one great man, who has fince held the fame ftafF.