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Page 180 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Page 180 - Thus with each gift of nature and of art, And wanting nothing but an honest heart ; Grown all to all, from no one vice exempt; And most contemptible to shun contempt; His passion still, to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways ; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade! A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too rash for thought, for action too refined...
Page 180 - His passion still to covet general praise, His life, to forfeit it a thousand ways; A constant bounty which no friend has made; An angel tongue, which no man can persuade; A fool, with more of wit than half mankind, Too rash for thought, for action too...
Page 203 - ... renounce the devil and all his works, and constantly believe God's holy Word, and obediently keep his commandments. I demand therefore, DOST thou, in the Name of this Child, renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of the world, with all covetous desires of the same, and the carnal desires of the flesh, so that thou wilt not follow, nor be led by them?
Page 36 - ... bad, as you fancy it. Should we ever live together, you would be disappointed both ways ; you would find an easy equality of temper you do not expect, and a thousand faults you do not imagine. You think if you married me, I should be passionately fond of you one month, and of somebody else the next : neither would happen. I can esteem, I can be a friend, but I don't know whether I can love. Expect all that is complaisant and easy, but never what is fond, in me.
Page 61 - I pray you to think better on't, and to keep your crown on your head, then you will keep your own honour and our peace ; but if you lay it down, in my conscience you will endanger all. Continue in your gears, good Madam, and be the fore-horse as long as you live, and we will help you the best we can to bear your burden.
Page 36 - Tis against all form to have such a passion as that, without giving one sigh for the matter. Pray tell me the name of him I love, that I may (according to the laudable custom of lovers) sigh to the woods and groves hereabouts, and teach it to the echo.
Page 61 - ... child, and have governed us very well, and we love you with all our hearts; and the prince is an honest gentleman, and when his time comes, we shall be ready to do our duties to him, as we do to you. But as long as you live we are unwilling to part with you; and therefore, I pray, madam, do not part with us.
Page 30 - Monday there were two hundred pieces of woman's flesh (fat and lean) : but you know Van's taste was always odd : his inclination to ruins* has given him a fancy for Mrs. Yarborough : he sighs and ogles that it would do your heart good to see him ; and she is not a little pleased, in so small a proportion of men amongst such a number of women, a whole man should fall to her share. — My dear, adieu. My service to Mr. Congreve.
Page 227 - This is beggars' holiday. At the crowning of our king, Thus we ever dance and sing. In the world look out and see, Where so happy a prince as he ? Where the nation live[s] so free, And so merry as do we ? Be it peace, or be it war, Here at liberty we are, And enjoy our ease and rest; To the field we are not pressed; Nor are called into the town To be troubled with the gown.