The satirist: or, Every man in his humour

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Page 118 - In parts superior what advantage lies ? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise ? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others...
Page 108 - O sacred solitude ! divine retreat ! Choice of the prudent ! envy of the great ! By thy pure stream, or in thy waving shade, We court fair wisdom, that celestial maid : The genuine offspring of her lov'd embrace, (Strangers on earth !) are innocence...
Page 84 - I did not disapprove of the design, but as Georgia was then destitute of materials and workmen and it was proposed to send them from Philadelphia at a great...
Page 44 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head...
Page 85 - At this sermon there was also one of our club, who, being of my sentiments respecting the building in Georgia, and suspecting a collection might be intended, had by precaution emptied his pockets before he came from home. Towards the conclusion of the discourse, however, he felt a strong inclination to give, and applied to a neighbour, who stood near him, to lend him some money for the purpose.
Page 36 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
Page 68 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Page 123 - When nations are to perish in their sins, 'Tis in the church the leprosy begins : The priest, whose office is, with zeal sincere, To watch the fountain, and preserve it clear, Carelessly nods and sleeps upon the brink, While others poison what the flock must drink...
Page 53 - There was in him a vital scorn of all : As if the worst had fall'n which could befall, He stood a stranger in this breathing world, An erring spirit from another hurl'd...
Page 96 - Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

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