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... Virtue , is generally perverted , ver . 41. And thus becomes the Occafion of the greatest Follies , Vices , and Mi- feries , ver . 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify this Paffion , to reduce it to its proper Channel , and to ...
... Virtue , is generally perverted , ver . 41. And thus becomes the Occafion of the greatest Follies , Vices , and Mi- feries , ver . 61. It is the Work of Satire to rectify this Paffion , to reduce it to its proper Channel , and to ...
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... Virtue and each Grace unite , And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight ; You visit oft his awful Page with Care , And view that bright affemblage treasur'd there ; You trace the Chain that links his deep design , And pour new luftre on ...
... Virtue and each Grace unite , And taste the Raptures of a pure Delight ; You visit oft his awful Page with Care , And view that bright affemblage treasur'd there ; You trace the Chain that links his deep design , And pour new luftre on ...
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... Virtues which they fed before . And fure , the deadlieft Foe to Virtue's flame , Our worst of Evils , is perverted Shame . Beneath this load , what abject numbers groan , Th ' entangled Slaves to folly not their own ! Meanly by ...
... Virtues which they fed before . And fure , the deadlieft Foe to Virtue's flame , Our worst of Evils , is perverted Shame . Beneath this load , what abject numbers groan , Th ' entangled Slaves to folly not their own ! Meanly by ...
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... Virtue's awful head . Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd Power , Though oft the mourns thofe ills she cannot cure . The Worthy court her , and the Worthless fear ; Who fhun her piercing eye , that eye revere . Her awful voice the Vain ...
... Virtue's awful head . Nor boasts the Muse a vain imagin'd Power , Though oft the mourns thofe ills she cannot cure . The Worthy court her , and the Worthless fear ; Who fhun her piercing eye , that eye revere . Her awful voice the Vain ...
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... Virtue wakes her scorn of Vice : Where Justice calls , ' tis Cruelty to fave ; And ' tis the Law's good - nature hangs the Knave , B 4 120 125 430 435 140 145 Who Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend ; Then judge Part I. 7 ESSAY ...
... Virtue wakes her scorn of Vice : Where Justice calls , ' tis Cruelty to fave ; And ' tis the Law's good - nature hangs the Knave , B 4 120 125 430 435 140 145 Who Who combats Virtue's foe is Virtue's friend ; Then judge Part I. 7 ESSAY ...
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Page 82 - Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Page 132 - His gardens next your admiration call; On every side you look, behold the wall! No pleasing intricacies intervene, No artful wildness to perplex the scene ; Grove nods at grove, each alley has a brother, And half the platform just reflects the other.
Page 33 - Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 35 - The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the Sceptic side, With too much weakness for the Stoic's pride, He hangs between, in doubt to act or rest; In doubt to deem himself a God or Beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err...
Page 151 - And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 54 - Nor think, in Nature's state they blindly trod; The state of Nature was the reign of God: Self-love and social at her birth began, Union the bond of all things, and of man.
Page 33 - All discord, harmony not understood ; All partial evil, universal good : And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Page 159 - Me, let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky ! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May Heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend!
Page 150 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Page 123 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name...