 | Alexander Pope - 1893 - 566 pages
...couldst make the Courtier void The Worm that never dies ! O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lane1, Who sett'st our entrails free, Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Since Worms shall eat ev'n thee. Our Fate thou only canst adjourn Some few short years, no more ! Ev'n Button's... | |
 | Alexander Pope, Sir Adolphus William Ward - 1893 - 588 pages
...make the Courtier void The Worm that never dies ! O learned Friend of Abchurch-Lant*-, Who sett'st our entrails free, Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Since Worms shall eat ev'n thee. Our Fate thou only canst adjourn Some few short years, no more ! Ev'n Button's... | |
 | William John Hardy, F. E. Robinson, William Paley Baildon - Berkshire (England) - 1907 - 446 pages
...whate'er we see, All human kind are worms. * * * * * O learned friend of Abchurch Lane, Who sett'st our entrails free ; Vain is thy art, thy powder vain, Since worms shall eat e'en thee. VOL. IX. 17 C In Moore's Columbarium, and in many other books, such as Lemery's... | |
 | Alexander Pope - English poetry - 1903 - 704 pages
...couldst make the courtier void The Worm that never dies! O learned friend of Abchurch-Lane, Who «ett'st our entrails free, Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Since Worms shall eat ev'n thee. Our fate thou only canst adjourn Some few short years, no more! Ev'n Button's... | |
 | English periodicals - 1904 - 654 pages
...courtier void 1 hat worm that never dies ! " Oh learned friend, of ' Abchurch lane 1 ' Who sett'st our entrails free ; Vain is thy art, thy powder vain, Since worms shall eat ev'n thee ! " The Chevalier Taylor, Opthalminator, as he called himself, appearing in Hogarth's... | |
 | John Wittich - London (England) - 1988 - 148 pages
...worm-powder and who caused Alexander Pope, 1688-1744, to write:"O learned friend of Abchurch Lane Who sett'st our entrails free! Vain is thy art, thy powder vain Since worms shall eat e'en thee" One of the many interesting features of the church is the dome with its painting... | |
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Who sett'st our entrails free ! Vain is thy Art, thy Powder vain, Since Worms shall eat ev'n thee. Our fate thou only canst adjourn Some few short years, no more ! Ev'n Button's Wits to Worms shall turn, Who Maggots were before. 
