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... true Wif dom and Virtue , and even common Ho- nefty , as thofe much wifer and better Men , the Heathen Poets , did to dif credit Vice and Folly , and to raife So- briety , Juftice , Humanity , and even Pi- ety , to that Efteem and true ...
... true Wif dom and Virtue , and even common Ho- nefty , as thofe much wifer and better Men , the Heathen Poets , did to dif credit Vice and Folly , and to raife So- briety , Juftice , Humanity , and even Pi- ety , to that Efteem and true ...
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... true taste and fenfe of their Duty and Intereft . Some too of the French Proverbs are in fuch an old Drefs , as that they will Scarce be owned by their Country men z the Reafon of which is , that they were copied from Books printed ...
... true taste and fenfe of their Duty and Intereft . Some too of the French Proverbs are in fuch an old Drefs , as that they will Scarce be owned by their Country men z the Reafon of which is , that they were copied from Books printed ...
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... true to their great Intereft , that of their immortal Souls ; in a word , more Men , i . c . more themselves , more what they ought to be , than they now are : and by confequence would affift them to pass . more easily through this ...
... true to their great Intereft , that of their immortal Souls ; in a word , more Men , i . c . more themselves , more what they ought to be , than they now are : and by confequence would affift them to pass . more easily through this ...
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... True Love and Honour go always together . Chi vuol dell ' opera fua far pago ognivno Se fteffo offende , e non contenta alcuno . He who would pleafe every body in all he doth , trou- bles himself , and contents no body . Felice chi ...
... True Love and Honour go always together . Chi vuol dell ' opera fua far pago ognivno Se fteffo offende , e non contenta alcuno . He who would pleafe every body in all he doth , trou- bles himself , and contents no body . Felice chi ...
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... true Art of making Gold is to have a good Eftate , and to spend but little of it . Di quello che fenti sbattine due terzi . Abate two Thirds of all the Reports you hear . Bella tefta e brutto cervello . Afair Face , or a fine Head , and ...
... true Art of making Gold is to have a good Eftate , and to spend but little of it . Di quello che fenti sbattine due terzi . Abate two Thirds of all the Reports you hear . Bella tefta e brutto cervello . Afair Face , or a fine Head , and ...
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AARON HILL bafta bath Beauty beft beſt better bien bleft Breaft buon cafa Charms coft cou'd cry'd DAVID GARRICK Dean SWIFT Devil Dios doth Epigram ev'ry Eyes fafe faid fair fame Faults faut fave feem felf ferve fhall fhew fhines fhou'd firft firſt foft fome fono Fool foon fpeak Friend ftill fuch fure gafta give gran hath hazer Heart Heaven himſelf Horfe Houfe JOSIAH RELPH keep Kifs Lady laft laſt lefs live lofe loft Lord Lord LANSDOWNE Love Mafter Man's moft moſt Mufe muft muſt ne'er never non fà Nymph o'er Paffa Paffion Pain Pleafure pleaſe poco poor Pope Pow'r Praiſe quoth Reafon rich rife Senfe ſhall ſhe thee thefe theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou thro Truth Venus Virtue vuol whofe Wife Wife-man worfe wou'd
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