221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,001[A ]| Sure there is some wondrous joy in$4$ doing good; 221:01,002[A ]| Immortal joy, that$6#1$ suffers no$2$ allay from fears, 221:01,003[A ]| Nor dreads the tyranny of years, 221:01,004[A ]| By$4$ none but its possessors to$9$ be understood: 221:01,005[A ]| Else where is the gain in$4$ being great? 221:01,006[A ]| Kings would indeed be victims of the state; 221:01,007[A ]| What can the poet's humble praise? 221:01,008[A ]| What can the poet's humble bays? 221:01,009[A ]| (We poets oft our bays allow, 221:01,010[A ]| Translated to$4$ the hero's brow) 221:01,011[A ]| Add to$4$ the victor's happiness? 221:01,012[A ]| What do the sceptre, crown and ball, 221:01,013[A ]| Rattles for$4$ infant royalty to$9$ play withal, 221:01,014[A ]| But serve to$9$ adorn the baby dress 221:01,015[A ]| Of one poor coronation day, 221:01,016[A ]| To$9$ make the pageant gay: 221:01,017[A ]| A three hours' scene of empty pride, 221:01,018[A ]| And then the toys are thrown aside. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,019[A ]| But the delight of doing good 221:01,020[A ]| Is fixed like$4$ fate among the stars, 221:01,021[A ]| And deified in$4$ verse; 221:01,022[A ]| It is the best gem in$4$ royalty, 221:01,023[A ]| The great distinguisher of blood, 221:01,024[A ]| Parent of Valour and of fame, 221:01,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes a godhead of a name, 221:01,026[A ]| And is contemporary to$4$ eternity. 221:01,027[A ]| This made the ancient Romans to$9$ afford 221:01,028[A ]| To$4$ \Valour\ and to$4$ \virtue\ the same word: 221:01,029[A ]| To$9$ show the paths of both must be together trod, 221:01,030[A ]| Before the hero can commence a god. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,031[A ]| These are the ways 221:01,032[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ our happy prince carves out his bays; 221:01,033[A ]| Thus he has fixed his name 221:01,034[A ]| First, in$4$ the mighty list of Fame, 221:01,035[A ]| And thus he did the airy goddess court, 221:01,036[A ]| He sought her out in$4$ fight, 221:01,037[A ]| And like$4$ a bold romantic knight 221:01,038[A ]| Rescued her from the giant's fort: 221:01,039[A ]| The tyrant Death lay crouching down, 221:01,040[A ]| Waiting for$4$ orders at his feet, 221:01,041[A ]| Spoiled of hs leaden crown; 221:01,042[A ]| He trampled on$4$ this haughty Bajazet, 221:01,043[A ]| Made him his footstool in$4$ the war, 221:01,044[A ]| And a grim slave to$9$ wait on$4$ his triumphal car. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,045[A ]| And now I in$4$ the spirit see 221:01,046[A ]| (The spirit of exalted poetry) 221:01,047[A ]| I see the fatal fight begin; 221:01,048[A ]| And, lo! where a destroying angel stands, 221:01,049[A ]| (By$4$ all but heaven and me unseen,) 221:01,050[A ]| With lightning in$4$ his eyes, and thunder in$4$ his hands; 221:01,051@b | ""In$4$ vain"", 221:01,051[A ]| said he, 221:01,051@b | ""doest utmost Thule boast 221:01,052@b | No$2$ poisonous beast will$1$ in$4$ her breed, 221:01,053@b | Or no$2$ infectious weed, 221:01,054@b | When she sends forth such a malignant birth, 221:01,055@b | When man himself is the vermin of her earth; 221:01,056@b | When Treason there in$4$ person seems to$9$ stand, 221:01,057@b | And Rebel is the growth and manufacture of the land."" 221:01,058[A ]| He spake, and a dark cloud flung over his light, 221:01,059[A ]| And hid him from poetic sight, 221:01,060[A ]| And (I believe) began himself the fight, 221:01,061[A ]| For$3$ straight I saw the field maintained, 221:01,062[A ]| And what I used to$9$ laugh at in$4$ romance, 221:01,063[A ]| And thought too great even for$4$ the effects of chance, 221:01,064[A ]| The battle almost by$4$ great William's single valour gained; 221:01,065[A ]| The angel (doubtless) kept the eternal gate, 221:01,066[A ]| And stood twixt him and every fate; 221:01,067[A ]| And all those flying deaths that$6#1$ aimed him from the field, 221:01,068[A ]| (The impartial deaths which$6#1$ come 221:01,069[A ]| Like$4$ love, wrapped up$5$ in$4$ fire; 221:01,070[A ]| And like$4$ that$6#2$ too, make every breast their home) 221:01,071[A ]| Broke on$4$ his everlasting shield. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,072[A ]| The giddy British populace, 221:01,073[A ]| That$6#2$ tyrant guard on$4$ Peace, 221:01,074[A ]| Who$6#1$ watch her like$4$ a prey, 221:01,075[A ]| And keep her for$4$ a sacrifice, 221:01,076[A ]| And must be sung, like$4$ Argus, into ease 221:01,077[A ]| Before this milk-white heifer can be stole away, 221:01,078[A ]| Our prince has charmed its many hundred eyes; 221:01,079[A ]| Has lulled the monster in$4$ a deep 221:01,080[A ]| And (I hope) an eternal sleep, 221:01,081[A ]| And has at last redeemed the mighty prize. 221:01,082[A ]| The Scots themselves, that$6#2$ discontented brood, 221:01,083[A ]| Who$6#1$ always loudest for$4$ religion brawl, 221:01,084[A ]| (As those do still who$6#1$ have none at all) 221:01,085[A ]| Who$6#1$ claim so$5#1$ many titles to$9$ be Jews, 221:01,086[A ]| (But surely such whom God did never for$4$ his people choose) 221:01,087[A ]| Still murmuring in$4$ their wilderness for$4$ food, 221:01,088[A ]| Who$6#1$ pine us like$4$ a chronical disease; 221:01,089[A ]| And one would think it were past omnipotence to$9$ please; 221:01,090[A ]| Your presence all their native stubborness controls, 221:01,091[A ]| And for$4$ a while unbends their contradicting souls: 221:01,092[A ]| As an old fabulous hell, 221:01,093[A ]| When some patrician god would visit the immortal gaol, 221:01,094[A ]| The very brightness of his face 221:01,095[A ]| Suspended every horror of the place, 221:01,096[A ]| The giants under Etna ceased to$9$ groan, 221:01,097[A ]| And Sisyphus lay sleeping on$4$ his stone. 221:01,098[A ]| Thus has our prince completed every victory, 221:01,099[A ]| And glad Ie+rne now may see 221:01,100[A ]| Her sister isles are conquered too as well as she. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,101[A ]| How vainly (sir) did your fond enemy try 221:01,102[A ]| Upon$4$ a rubbish heap of broken laws 221:01,103[A ]| To$9$ climb at victory 221:01,104[A ]| Without the footing of a cause; 221:01,105[A ]| His laurel now must only be a cypress wreath, 221:01,106[A ]| And his best victory a noble death; 221:01,107[A ]| His scrap of life is but a heap of miseries, 221:01,108[A ]| The remnant of a falling snuff, 221:01,109[A ]| Which$6#1$ hardly wants another puff, 221:01,110[A ]| And needs must \stink\ whenever it dies; 221:01,111[A ]| Whilst at your victorious light 221:01,112[A ]| All lesser ones expire, 221:01,113[A ]| Consume, and perish from our sight, 221:01,114[A ]| Just as the sun puts out a fire; 221:01,115[A ]| And every foolish fly that$6#1$ dares to$9$ aim 221:01,116[A ]| To$9$ buzz about the mighty flame; 221:01,117[A ]| The wretched insects singe their wings, and fall, 221:01,118[A ]| And humbly at the bottom crawl. 221:01,000[' ]| 221:01,119[A ]| That$6#2$ restless tyrant, who$6#1$ of late 221:01,120[A ]| Is grown so$5#1$ impudently great, 221:01,121[A ]| That$6#2$ tennis-ball of fate; 221:01,122[A ]| This gilded meteor which$6#1$ flies 221:01,123[A ]| As if it meant to$9$ touch the skies; 221:01,124[A ]| For$4$ all its boasted height, 221:01,125[A ]| For$4$ all its plagiary light, 221:01,126[A ]| Took its first growth and birth 221:01,127[A ]| From the worst excrements of earth; 221:01,128[A ]| Stay but a little while and down again it will$1$ come, 221:01,129[A ]| And end as it began, in$4$ vapour, stink, and scum. 221:01,130[A ]| Or has he like$4$ some fearful star appeared? 221:01,131[A ]| Long dreaded for$4$ his bloody tail and fiery beard, 221:01,132[A ]| Transcending nature's ordinary laws, 221:01,133[A ]| Sent by$4$ just heaven to$9$ threaten earth 221:01,134[A ]| With war, and pestilence, and dearth, 221:01,135[A ]| Of which$6#1$ it is at once the prophet and the cause. 221:01,136[A ]| However it be, the pride of France 221:01,137[A ]| Has finished its short race of chance, 221:01,138[A ]| And all her boasted influences are 221:01,139[A ]| Wrapped in$4$ the vortex of the British star; 221:01,140[A ]| Her tyrant too an unexpected wound shall feel 221:01,141[A ]| In$4$ the last wretched remnant of his days; 221:01,142[A ]| Our prince has hit him, like$4$ Achilles, in$4$ the heel, 221:01,143[A ]| The poisonous darts has made him reel, 221:01,144[A ]| Giddy he grows, and down is hurled, 221:01,145[A ]| And as a mortal to$4$ his vile disease, 221:01,146[A ]| Falls sick in$4$ the posteriors of the world. 221:07,000[' ]| 221:07,000[' ]| 221:07,001[A ]| Strange to$9$ conceive, how the same objects strike 221:07,002[A ]| At distant hours the mind with forms so$5#1$ like$5$! 221:07,003[A ]| Whether in$4$ time, deduction's broken chain 221:07,004[A ]| Meets, and salutes her sister link again; 221:07,005[A ]| Or hunted fancy, by$4$ a circling flight, 221:07,006[A ]| Comes back with joy to$4$ his own seat at night; 221:07,007[A ]| Or whether dead imagination's ghost 221:07,008[A ]| Oft hovers where alive it haunted most; 221:07,009[A ]| Or if thought's rolling globe her circle run, 221:07,010[A ]| Turns up$5$ old objects to$4$ the soul her sun; 221:07,011[A ]| Or loves the muse to$9$ walk with conscious pride 221:07,012[A ]| Over the glad scene whence first she rose a bride. 221:07,013[A ]| Be what it will$1$; late near yon whispering stream, 221:07,014[A ]| Where her own Temple was her darling theme; 221:07,015[A ]| There first the visionary sound was heard, 221:07,016[A ]| When to$4$ poetic view the muse appeared. 221:07,017[A ]| Such seemed her eyes, as when an evening ray 221:07,018[A ]| Gives glad farewell to$4$ a tempestuous day; 221:07,019[A ]| Weak is the beam to$9$ dry up$5$ nature's tears, 221:07,020[A ]| Still every tree the pendent sorrow wears; 221:07,021[A ]| \Such are the smiles where drops of crystal show,\ 221:07,022[A ]| \Approaching joy at strife with parting woe.\ 221:07,023[A ]| As when to$9$ scare the ungrateful or the proud 221:07,024[A ]| Tempests long frown, and thunder threatens loud, 221:07,025[A ]| Till the blessed sun to$9$ give kind dawn of grace 221:07,026[A ]| Darts weeping beams across heaven's watery face; 221:07,027[A ]| When soon the peaceful bow unstringed is shown, 221:07,028[A ]| A sign God's dart is shot, and wrath overblown; 221:07,029[A ]| Such to$4$ unhallowed sight the muse divine 221:07,030[A ]| Might seem, when first she raised her eyes to$4$ mine. 221:07,031@a | ""What mortal change does in$4$ thy face appear, 221:07,032@a | Lost youth,"" 221:07,032[A ]| she cried, 221:07,032@a | ""since first I met thee here! 221:07,033@a | With how undecent clouds are overcast 221:07,034@a | Thy looks, when every cause of grief is past! 221:07,035@a | Unworthy the glad tidings which$6#1$ I bring, 221:07,036@a | Listen while the muse thus teaches thee to$9$ sing. 221:07,037@a | As parent earth, burst by$4$ imprisoned winds, 221:07,038@a | Scatters strange agues over men's sickly minds, 221:07,039@a | And shakes the atheist's knees; such ghastly fear 221:07,040@a | Late I beheld on$4$ every face appear; 221:07,041@a | Mild Dorothea, peaceful, wise, and great, 221:07,042@a | Trembling beheld the doubtful hand of fate; 221:07,043@a | Mild Dorothea, whom we both have long 221:07,044@a | Not dared to$9$ injure with our lowly song; 221:07,045@a | Sprung from a better world, and chosen then 221:07,046@a | The best companion for$4$ the best of men: 221:07,047@a | As some fair pile, yet spared by$4$ zeal and rage, 221:07,048@a | Lives pious witness of a better age; 221:07,049@a | So$3$ men may see what once was womankind, 221:07,050@a | In$4$ the fair shrine of Dorothea's mind. 221:07,051@a | You that$6#1$ would grief describe, come here and trace 221:07,052@a | Its watery footsteps in$4$ Dorinda's face; 221:07,053@a | Grief from Dorinda's face does never depart 221:07,054@a | Further than its own palace in$4$ her heart: 221:07,055@a | Ah, since our fears are fled, this insolent expel, 221:07,056@a | At least confine the tyrant to$4$ his cell. 221:07,057@a | And if so$5#1$ black the cloud, that$3$ heaven's bright queen 221:07,058@a | Shrouds her still beams; how should the stars be seen? 221:07,059@a | Thus, when Dorinda wept, joy every face forsook, 221:07,060@a | And grief hung sables on$4$ each menial look; 221:07,061@a | The humble tribe mourned for$4$ the quickening soul, 221:07,062@a | That$6#1$ furnished spirit and motion through the whole; 221:07,063@a | So$3$ would earth's face turn pale, and life decay, 221:07,064@a | Should heaven suspend to$9$ act but for$4$ a day; 221:07,065@a | So$3$ nature's crazed convulsions make us dread 221:07,066@a | That$3$ time is sick, or the world's mind is dead. ~~ 221:07,067@a | Take youth, these thoughts, large matter to$9$ employ 221:07,068@a | The fancy furnished by$4$ returning joy; 221:07,069@a | And to$4$ mistaken men these truths rehearse, 221:07,070@a | Who$6#1$ dare revile the integrity of verse: 221:07,071@a | Ah favourite youth, how happy is thy lot! ~~ 221:07,072@a | But I am deceived, or thou regardest me not; 221:07,073@a | Speak, for$3$ I wait thy answer, and expect 221:07,074@a | Thy just submission for$4$ this bold neglect."" 221:07,075[A ]| Unknown the forms we the high priesthood use 221:07,076[A ]| At the divine appearance of the muse, 221:07,077[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$9$ divulge might shake profane belief, 221:07,078[A ]| And tell the irreligion of my grief; 221:07,079[A ]| Grief that$6#1$ excused the tribute of my knees, 221:07,080[A ]| And shaped my passion in$4$ such words as these. 221:07,081[A ]| Malignant goddess! bane to$4$ my repose, 221:07,082[A ]| Thou universal cause of all my woes; 221:07,083[A ]| Say, whence it comes that$3$ thou art grown of late 221:07,084[A ]| A poor amusement for$4$ my scorn and hate; 221:07,085[A ]| The malice thou inspirest I never fail 221:07,086[A ]| On$4$ thee to$9$ wreak the tribute when I rail; 221:07,087[A ]| Fools' commonplace thou art, their weak ensconcing fort, 221:07,088[A ]| The appeal of dullness in$4$ the last resort: 221:07,089[A ]| Heaven with a parent's eye regarding earth, 221:07,090[A ]| Deals out to$4$ man the planet of his birth; 221:07,091[A ]| But sees thy meteor blaze about me shine, 221:07,092[A ]| And, passing over, mistakes thee still for$4$ mine: 221:07,093[A ]| Ah, should I tell a secret yet unknown, 221:07,094[A ]| That$3$ thou never hadst a being of thy own, 221:07,095[A ]| But a wild form dependent on$4$ the brain, 221:07,096[A ]| Scattering loose features over the optic vein; 221:07,097[A ]| Troubling the crystal fountain of the sight, 221:07,098[A ]| Which$6#1$ darts on$4$ poets' eyes a trembling light; 221:07,099[A ]| Kindled while reason sleeps, but quickly flies, 221:07,100[A ]| Like$4$ antic shapes in$4$ dreams, from waking eyes: 221:07,101[A ]| In$4$ sum, a glittering voice, a painted name, 221:07,102[A ]| A walking vapour, like$4$ thy sister Fame. 221:07,103[A ]| But if thou beest what thy mad votaries prate, 221:07,104[A ]| A female power, loose-governed thoughts create; 221:07,105[A ]| Why near the dregs of youth perversely wilt thou stay, 221:07,106[A ]| So$5#1$ highly courted by$4$ the brisk and gay? 221:07,107[A ]| Wert thou right woman, thou shouldst scorn to$9$ look 221:07,108[A ]| On$4$ an abandoned wretch by$4$ hopes forsook; 221:07,109[A ]| Forsook by$4$ hopes, ill fortune's last relief, 221:07,110[A ]| Assigned for$4$ life to$4$ unremitting grief; 221:07,111[A ]| For$3$, let heaven's wreath enlarge these weary days, 221:07,112[A ]| If hope ever dawns the smallest of its rays, 221:07,113[A ]| Time over the happy takes so$5#1$ swift a flight, 221:07,114[A ]| And treads so$5#1$ soft, so$5#1$ easy, and so$5#1$ light, 221:07,115[A ]| That$3$ we the wretched, creeping far behind, 221:07,116[A ]| Can scarce the impression of his footsteps find; 221:07,117[A ]| Smooth as that$6#2$ airy nymph so$5#1$ subtly borne 221:07,118[A ]| With inoffensive feet over standing corn; 221:07,119[A ]| Which$6#1$ bowed by$4$ evening breeze with bending stalks, 221:07,120[A ]| Salutes the weary traveller as he walks; 221:07,121[A ]| But over the afflicted with a heavy pace 221:07,122[A ]| Sweeps the broad scythe, and tramples on$4$ his face. 221:07,123[A ]| Down falls the summer's pride, and sadly shows 221:07,124[A ]| Nature's bare visage furrowed as he mows; 221:07,125[A ]| See muse, what havoc in$4$ these looks appear, 221:07,126[A ]| These are the tyrant's trophies of a year; 221:07,127[A ]| Since hope his last and greatest foe is fled, 221:07,128[A ]| Despair and he lodge ever in$4$ its stead; 221:07,129[A ]| March over the ruined plain with motion slow, 221:07,130[A ]| Still scattering desolation where they go. 221:07,131[A ]| To$4$ thee I owe that$6#2$ fatal bent of mind, 221:07,132[A ]| Still to$4$ unhappy restless thoughts inclined; 221:07,133[A ]| To$4$ thee, what oft I vainly strive to$9$ hide, 221:07,134[A ]| That$6#2$ scorn of fools, by$4$ fools mistook for$4$ pride; 221:07,135[A ]| From thee whatever virtue takes its rise, 221:07,136[A ]| Grows a misfortune, or becomes a vice; 221:07,137[A ]| Such were thy rules to$9$ be poetically great, 221:07,138[A ]| ""Stoop not to$4$ interest, flattery, or deceit; 221:07,139[A ]| Nor with hired thoughts be thy devotion paid; 221:07,140[A ]| Learn to$9$ disdain their mercenary aid; 221:07,141[A ]| Be this thy sure defence, thy brazen wall, 221:07,142[A ]| Know no$2$ base action, at no$2$ guilt turn pale; 221:07,143[A ]| And since unhappy distance thus denies 221:07,144[A ]| To$9$ expose thy soul, clad in$4$ this poor disguise; 221:07,145[A ]| Since thy few ill-presented graces seem 221:07,146[A ]| To$9$ breed contempt where thou hast hoped esteem"" ~~ 221:07,147[A ]| Madness like$4$ this no$2$ fancy ever seized, 221:07,148[A ]| Still to$9$ be cheated, never to$9$ be pleased; 221:07,149[A ]| Since one false beam of joy in$4$ sickly minds 221:07,150[A ]| Is all the poor content delusion finds. ~~ 221:07,151[A ]| There thy enchantment broke, and from this hour 221:07,152[A ]| I here renounce thy visionary power; 221:07,153[A ]| And since thy essence on$4$ my breath depends, 221:07,154[A ]| Thus with a puff the whole delusion ends. 221:11,000[' ]| 221:11,001[A ]| When wise Lord*Berkeley first came here, 221:11,002[A ]| We Irish folks expected wonders, 221:11,003[A ]| Nor thought to$9$ find so$5#1$ great a peer 221:11,004[A ]| Before a week passed committing blunders: 221:11,005[A ]| Till on$4$ a day cut out by$4$ fate, 221:11,006[A ]| When folks came thick to$9$ make their court, 221:11,007[A ]| Out slipped a mystery of state 221:11,008[A ]| To$9$ give the town and country sport. 221:11,009[A ]| Now enter Bushe with new state-airs, 221:11,010[A ]| His Lordship's premier*ministre, 221:11,011[A ]| And who$6#1$ in$4$ all profound affairs 221:11,012[A ]| Is held as needful as his clyster. 221:11,013[A ]| With head reclining on$4$ his shoulder, 221:11,014[A ]| He deals and hears mysterious chat, 221:11,015[A ]| While every ignorant beholder 221:11,016[A ]| Asks of his neighbour, 221:11,016@x | ""Who$6#2$ is that$6#2$?"" 221:11,017[A ]| With this he put up$5$ to$4$ my Lord, 221:11,018[A ]| The courtiers kept their distance due, 221:11,019[A ]| He twitched his sleeve, and stole a word, 221:11,020[A ]| Then to$4$ a corner both withdrew. 221:11,021[A ]| Imagine now my lord and Bushe 221:11,022[A ]| Whispering in$4$ junto most profound, 221:11,023[A ]| Like$4$ good King*Phiz and good King*Ush, 221:11,024[A ]| While all the rest stood gaping round. 221:11,025[A ]| At length, a spark not too well bred, 221:11,026[A ]| Of forward face, and ear acute, 221:11,027[A ]| Advanced on$4$ tiptoe, leaned his head 221:11,028[A ]| To$9$ overhear the grand dispute. 221:11,029[A ]| To$9$ learn what northern kings design, 221:11,030[A ]| Or from Whitehall some new express, 221:11,031[A ]| Papists disarmed, or fall of coin, 221:11,032[A ]| For$3$ sure (thought he) it can not be less. 221:11,033@c | ""My Lord"", 221:11,033[A ]| said Bushe, 221:11,033@c | ""a friend and I 221:11,034@c | Disguised in$4$ two old threadbare coats 221:11,035@c | Before morning's dawn stole out to$9$ spy 221:11,036@c | How markets went for$4$ hay and oats."" 221:11,037[A ]| With that$6#2$ he draws two handfuls out, 221:11,038[A ]| The one was oats, the other hay, 221:11,039[A ]| Puts this to$4$ his Excellency's snout, 221:11,040[A ]| And begs he would the other weigh. 221:11,041[A ]| My Lords seems pleased, but still directs 221:11,042[A ]| By$4$ all means to$9$ bring down the rates, 221:11,043[A ]| Then with a congee circumflex 221:11,044[A ]| Bushe, smiling round on$4$ all, retreats. 221:11,045[A ]| Our listener stood a while confused, 221:11,046[A ]| But gathering spirits wisely ran for$4$ it, 221:11,047[A ]| Enraged to$9$ see the world abused 221:11,048[A ]| By$4$ two such whispering Kings of Brentford. 221:16,000[' ]| 221:16,001[A ]| When Mother*Clud had rose from play, 221:16,002[A ]| And called to$9$ take the cards away; 221:16,003[A ]| Van saw, but seemed not to$9$ regard, 221:16,004[A ]| How Miss picked every painted card; 221:16,005[A ]| And busy both with hand and eye, 221:16,006[A ]| Soon reared a house two storeys high; 221:16,007[A ]| Van's genius, without thought or lecture, 221:16,008[A ]| Is hugely turned to$4$ architecture: 221:16,009[A ]| He saw the edifice, and smiled, 221:16,010[A ]| Vowed it was pretty for$4$ a child: 221:16,011[A ]| It was so$5#1$ perfect in$4$ its kind, 221:16,012[A ]| He kept the model in$4$ his mind. 221:16,013[A ]| But when he found the boys at play, 221:16,014[A ]| And saw them dabbling in$4$ the clay; 221:16,015[A ]| He stood behind a stall to$9$ lurk, 221:16,016[A ]| And mark the progress of their work: 221:16,017[A ]| With true delight observed them all 221:16,018[A ]| Raking up$5$ mud to$9$ build a wall; 221:16,019[A ]| The plan he much admired, and took 221:16,020[A ]| The model in$4$ his table-book; 221:16,021[A ]| Thought himself now exactly skilled, 221:16,022[A ]| And so$3$ resolved a house to$9$ build: 221:16,023[A ]| A real house, with rooms and stairs, 221:16,024[A ]| Five times at least as big as theirs, 221:16,025[A ]| Taller than Miss's by$4$ two yards; 221:16,026[A ]| Not a sham thing of clay or cards. 221:16,027[A ]| And so$3$ he did; for$3$ in$4$ a while 221:16,028[A ]| He built up$5$ such a monstrous pile, 221:16,029[A ]| That$3$ no$2$ two chairmen could be found 221:16,030[A ]| Able to$9$ lift it from the ground; 221:16,031[A ]| Still at Whitehall it stands in$4$ view, 221:16,032[A ]| Just in$4$ the place where it first grew: 221:16,033[A ]| There all the little schoolboys run 221:16,034[A ]| Envying to$9$ see themselves outdone. 221:16,035[A ]| From such deep rudiments as these 221:16,036[A ]| Van is become by$4$ due degrees 221:16,037[A ]| For$4$ building famed, and justly reckoned 221:16,038[A ]| At court, Vitruvius the second. 221:16,039[A ]| No$2$ wonder, since wise authors show, 221:16,040[A ]| That$3$ best foundations must be low. 221:16,041[A ]| And now the Duke has wisely taken him 221:16,042[A ]| To$9$ be his architect at Blenheim. 221:16,043[A ]| But raillery for$4$ once apart, 221:16,044[A ]| If this rule holds in$4$ every art, 221:16,045[A ]| Or if his Grace were no$2$ more skilled in$4$ 221:16,046[A ]| The art of battering walls than building; 221:16,047[A ]| We might expect to$9$ see next year 221:16,048[A ]| A mousetrap-man chief engineer. 221:21,000[' ]| 221:21,000[' ]| 221:21,000[' ]| 221:21,001[A ]| Phoebus now shortening every shade, 221:21,002[A ]| Up$5$ to$4$ the Northern Tropic came, 221:21,003[A ]| And thence beheld a lovely maid 221:21,004[A ]| Attending on$4$ a royal dame. 221:21,005[A ]| The god laid down his feeble rays, 221:21,006[A ]| Then lighted from his glittering coach; 221:21,007[A ]| But fenced his head with his own bays 221:21,008[A ]| Before he durst the nymph approach. 221:21,009[A ]| Under those sacred leaves, secure 221:21,010[A ]| From common lightning of the skies, 221:21,011[A ]| He fondly thought he might endure 221:21,012[A ]| The flashes of Ardelia's eyes. 221:21,013[A ]| The nymph, who$6#1$ oft had read in$4$ books, 221:21,014[A ]| Of that$6#2$ bright god whom bards invoke, 221:21,015[A ]| Soon knew Apollo by$4$ his looks, 221:21,016[A ]| And guessed his business before he spoke. 221:21,017[A ]| He in$4$ the old celestial cant, 221:21,018[A ]| Confessed his flame, and swore by$4$ Styx, 221:21,019[A ]| Whatever she would desire, to$9$ grant; 221:21,020[A ]| But wise Ardelia knew his tricks. 221:21,021[A ]| Ovid had warned her to$9$ beware 221:21,022[A ]| Of strolling gods, whose usual trade is, 221:21,023[A ]| Under pretence of taking air, 221:21,024[A ]| To$9$ pick up$5$ sublunary ladies. 221:21,025[A ]| However, she gave no$2$ flat denial, 221:21,026[A ]| As having malice in$4$ her heart; 221:21,027[A ]| And was resolved upon$4$ a trial, 221:21,028[A ]| To$9$ cheat the god in$4$ his own art. 221:21,029@c | ""Hear my request,"" 221:21,029[A ]| the virgin said, 221:21,030@c | ""Let which$6#1$ I please of all the nine 221:21,031@c | Attend whenever I want their aid, 221:21,032@c | Obey my call, and only mine."" 221:21,033[A ]| By$4$ vow obliged, by$4$ passion led, 221:21,034[A ]| The god could not refuse her prayer; 221:21,035[A ]| He waved his wreath thrice over her head, 221:21,036[A ]| Thrice muttered something to$4$ the air. 221:21,037[A ]| And now he thought to$9$ seize his due, 221:21,038[A ]| But she the charm already tried, 221:21,039[A ]| Thalia heard the call and flew 221:21,040[A ]| To$9$ wait at bright Ardelia's side. 221:21,041[A ]| On$4$ sight of this celestial prude, 221:21,042[A ]| Apollo thought it vain to$9$ stay, 221:21,043[A ]| Nor in$4$ her presence durst be rude, 221:21,044[A ]| But made his leg and went away. 221:21,045[A ]| He hoped to$9$ find some lucky hour, 221:21,046[A ]| When on$4$ their queen the muses wait; 221:21,047[A ]| But Pallas owns Ardelia's power, 221:21,048[A ]| For$3$ vows divine are kept by$4$ fate. 221:21,049[A ]| Then full of rage Apollo spoke, 221:21,050@d | ""Deceitful nymph, I see thy art; 221:21,051@d | And though I can not my gift revoke, 221:21,052@d | I will$1$ disappoint its nobler part. 221:21,053@d | ""Let stubborn pride possess thee long, 221:21,054@d | And be thou negligent of fame, 221:21,055@d | With every muse to$9$ grace thy song, 221:21,056@d | Mayst thou despise a poet's name. 221:21,057@d | ""Of modest poets thou be first, 221:21,058@d | To$4$ silent shades repeat thy verse, 221:21,059@d | Till Fame and Echo almost burst, 221:21,060@d | Yet hardly dare one line rehearse. 221:21,061@d | ""And last, my vengeance to$9$ complete, 221:21,062@d | May you descend to$9$ take renown, 221:21,063@d | Prevailed on$5$ by$4$ the thing you hate, 221:21,064@d | A Whig, and one that$6#1$ wears a gown."" 221:26,000[' ]| 221:26,001[A ]| The rod was but a harmless wand, 221:26,002[A ]| While Moses held it in$4$ his hand; 221:26,003[A ]| But soon as ever he laid it down, 221:26,004[A ]| It was a devouring serpent grown. 221:26,005[A ]| Our great magician, Hamet Sid, 221:26,006[A ]| Reverses what the prophet did: 221:26,007[A ]| His rod was honest English wood, 221:26,008[A ]| That$6#1$ senseless in$4$ a corner stood, 221:26,009[A ]| Till metamorphosed by$4$ his grasp, 221:26,010[A ]| It grew an all-devouring asp; 221:26,011[A ]| Would hiss and sting, and roll, and twist, 221:26,012[A ]| By$4$ the mere virtue of his fist: 221:26,013[A ]| But when he laid it down, as quick 221:26,014[A ]| Resumed the figure of a stick. 221:26,015[A ]| So$3$ to$4$ her midnight feats the hag 221:26,016[A ]| Rides on$4$ a broomstick for$4$ a nag, 221:26,017[A ]| That$6#1$ raised by$4$ magic of her breech, 221:26,018[A ]| Over land and sea conveys the witch: 221:26,019[A ]| But with the morning dawn resumes 221:26,020[A ]| The peaceful state of common brooms. 221:26,021[A ]| They tell us something strange and odd, 221:26,022[A ]| About a certain magic rod, 221:26,023[A ]| That$6#1$ bending down its top divines 221:26,024[A ]| Whenever the soil has golden mines: 221:26,025[A ]| Where there are none, it stands erect, 221:26,026[A ]| Scorning to$9$ show the least respect. 221:26,027[A ]| As ready was the wand of Sid 221:26,028[A ]| To$9$ bend where golden mines were hid; 221:26,029[A ]| In$4$ Scottish hills found precious ore, 221:26,030[A ]| Where none ever looked for$4$ it before: 221:26,031[A ]| And by$4$ a gentle bow divined 221:26,032[A ]| How well a cully's purse was lined: 221:26,033[A ]| To$4$ a forlorn and broken rake, 221:26,034[A ]| Stood without motion, like$4$ a stake. 221:26,035[A ]| The rod of Hermes was renowned 221:26,036[A ]| For$4$ charms above and under ground; 221:26,037[A ]| To$9$ sleep could mortal eyelids fix, 221:26,038[A ]| And drive departed souls to$4$ Styx. 221:26,039[A ]| That$6#2$ rod was just a type of Sid's, 221:26,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ over a British senate's lids 221:26,041[A ]| Could scatter opium full as well, 221:26,042[A ]| And drive as many souls to$4$ hell. 221:26,043[A ]| Sid's rod was slender, white, and tall, 221:26,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ oft he used to$9$ fish withal: 221:26,045[A ]| A \place\ was fastened to$4$ the hook, 221:26,046[A ]| And many a score of gudgeons took; 221:26,047[A ]| Yet, still so$5#1$ happy was his fate, 221:26,048[A ]| He caught his fish, and saved his bait. 221:26,049[A ]| Sid's brethren of the conjuring tribe 221:26,050[A ]| A circle with their rod describe, 221:26,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ proves a magical redoubt, 221:26,052[A ]| To$9$ keep mischievous spirits out: 221:26,053[A ]| Sid's rod was of a larger stride, 221:26,054[A ]| And made a circle thrice as wide; 221:26,055[A ]| Where spirits thronged with hideous din, 221:26,056[A ]| And he stood there to$9$ take them in$5$. 221:26,057[A ]| But, when the enchanted rod was broke, 221:26,058[A ]| They vanished in$4$ a stinking smoke. 221:26,059[A ]| Achilles' sceptre was of wood, 221:26,060[A ]| Like$4$ Sid's, but nothing near so$5#1$ good: 221:26,061[A ]| Though down from ancestors divine, 221:26,062[A ]| Transmitted to$4$ the hero's line, 221:26,063[A ]| Thence, through a long descent of kings, 221:26,064[A ]| Came an heirloom, as Homer sings, 221:26,065[A ]| Though this description looks so$5#1$ big, 221:26,066[A ]| That$6#2$ sceptre was a sapless twig; 221:26,067[A ]| Which$6#1$, from the fatal day when first 221:26,068[A ]| It left the forest where it was nursed, 221:26,069[A ]| As Homer tells us over and over, 221:26,070[A ]| Nor leaf, nor fruit, nor blossom bore. 221:26,071[A ]| Sid's sceptre, full of juice, did shoot 221:26,072[A ]| In$4$ golden boughs, and golden fruit; 221:26,073[A ]| And he, the dragon never sleeping, 221:26,074[A ]| Guarded each fair Hesperian pippin. 221:26,075[A ]| No$2$ hobbyhorse, with gorgeous top, 221:26,076[A ]| The dearest in$4$ Charles Mather's shop, 221:26,077[A ]| Or glittering tinsel of May Fair, 221:26,078[A ]| Could with this rod of Sid's compare. 221:26,079[A ]| Dear Sid, then why wert thou so$5#1$ mad 221:26,080[A ]| To$9$ break thy rod like$4$ naughty lad? 221:26,081[A ]| You should have kissed it in$4$ your distress, 221:26,082[A ]| And then returned it to$4$ your mistress; 221:26,083[A ]| Or made it a Newmarket switch, 221:26,084[A ]| And not a rod for$4$ thy own breech. 221:26,085[A ]| But since old Sid has broken this, 221:26,086[A ]| His next may be a rod in$4$ piss. 221:31,000[' ]| 221:31,001[A ]| Seven and Ten addyd to$4$ nyne, 221:31,002[A ]| Of Fraunce hir woe thys is the sygne, 221:31,003[A ]| Tamys rivere twys y-frozen, 221:31,004[A ]| Walk sans wtynge shoes ne hosen. 221:31,005[A ]| Then comyth foorthe, Ich understonde, 221:31,006[A ]| From Toune of Stoffe to$9$ fattyn Londe 221:31,007[A ]| An herdie Chiftan, woe the morne 221:31,008[A ]| To$4$ Fraunce, that$3$ evere he was borne. 221:31,009[A ]| Than shall the Fyshe beweyle his Bosse; 221:31,010[A ]| Nor shall grin Berris make up$5$ the Losse. 221:31,011[A ]| Yonge Symnele shall agayne miscarrye: 221:31,012[A ]| And Norways pryd agayne shall marreye. 221:31,013[A ]| And from the Tree where Blosums fele, 221:31,014[A ]| Ripe fruit shall come, and all is wele. 221:31,015[A ]| Reaums shall daunce honde in$4$ honde, 221:31,016[A ]| And it shall be merye in$4$ olde Inglonde. 221:31,017[A ]| Then olde Inglonde shall be noe more, 221:31,018[A ]| And no$2$ Man shall be sorie therefore. 221:31,019[A ]| Geryon shall have three Hedes agayne 221:31,020[A ]| Till Hapsburge makyth them but twayne. 221:37,000[' ]| 221:37,001[A ]| Midas, we are in$4$ story told, 221:37,002[A ]| Turned everything he touched to$4$ gold: 221:37,003[A ]| He chipped his bread; the pieces round 221:37,004[A ]| Glittered like$4$ spangles on$4$ the ground: 221:37,005[A ]| A codling before it went his lip in$4$, 221:37,006[A ]| Would straight become a golden pippin: 221:37,007[A ]| He called for$4$ drink, you saw him sup 221:37,008[A ]| Potable gold in$4$ golden cup. 221:37,009[A ]| His empty paunch that$3$ he might fill, 221:37,010[A ]| He sucked his victuals through a quill; 221:37,011[A ]| Untouched it passed between his grinders, 221:37,012[A ]| Or it had been happy for$4$ gold-finders. 221:37,013[A ]| He cocked his hat, you would have said 221:37,014[A ]| Mambrino's helm adorned his head. 221:37,015[A ]| Whenever he chanced his hands to$9$ lay, 221:37,016[A ]| On$4$ magazines of corn or hay, 221:37,017[A ]| Gold ready coined appeared, instead 221:37,018[A ]| Of paltry provender and bread: 221:37,019[A ]| Hence we are by$4$ wise farmers told, 221:37,020[A ]| Old hay is equal to$4$ old gold; 221:37,021[A ]| And hence a critic deep maintains, 221:37,022[A ]| We learned to$9$ weigh our gold by$4$ grains. 221:37,023[A ]| This fool had got a lucky hit, 221:37,024[A ]| And people fancied he had wit: 221:37,025[A ]| Two gods their skill in$4$ music tried, 221:37,026[A ]| And both chose Midas to$9$ decide; 221:37,027[A ]| He against Phoebus' harp decreed, 221:37,028[A ]| And gave it for$4$ Pan's oaten reed: 221:37,029[A ]| The god of wit to$9$ show his grudge, 221:37,030[A ]| Clapped asses' ears upon$4$ the judge, 221:37,031[A ]| A goodly pair, erect and wide, 221:37,032[A ]| Which$6#1$ he could neither gild nor hide. 221:37,033[A ]| And now the virtue of his hands, 221:37,034[A ]| Was lost among Paotolus sands, 221:37,035[A ]| Against whose torrent while he swims, 221:37,036[A ]| The golden scurf peels off his limbs: 221:37,037[A ]| Fame spreads the news, and people travel 221:37,038[A ]| From far, to$9$ gather golden gravel; 221:37,039[A ]| Midas, exposed to$4$ all their jeers, 221:37,040[A ]| Had lost his art, and kept his ears. 221:37,041[A ]| This tale inclines the gentle reader, 221:37,042[A ]| To$9$ think upon$4$ a certain leader, 221:37,043[A ]| To$4$ whom from Midas down, descends 221:37,044[A ]| That$6#2$ virtue in$4$ the fingers' ends: 221:37,045[A ]| What else by$4$ perquisites are meant, 221:37,046[A ]| By$4$ pensions, bribes, and three per cent? 221:37,047[A ]| By$4$ places and commissions sold, 221:37,048[A ]| And turning dung itself to$4$ gold? 221:37,049[A ]| By$4$ starving in$4$ the midst of store, 221:37,050[A ]| As the other Midas did before? 221:37,051[A ]| None ever did modern Midas choose, 221:37,052[A ]| Subject or patron of his muse, 221:37,053[A ]| But found him thus their merit scan, 221:37,054[A ]| That$3$ Phoebus must give place to$4$ Pan: 221:37,055[A ]| He values not the poet's praise, 221:37,056[A ]| Nor will$1$ exchange his plums for$4$ bays: 221:37,057[A ]| To$4$ Pan alone, rich misers call, 221:37,058[A ]| And there is the jest, for$3$ Pan is \all\: 221:37,059[A ]| Here English wits will$1$ be to$9$ seek, 221:37,060[A ]| However, it is all one in$4$ the Greek. 221:37,061[A ]| Besides, it plainly now appears, 221:37,062[A ]| Our Midas too has asses' ears; 221:37,063[A ]| Where every fool in$4$ his mouth applies, 221:37,064[A ]| And whispers in$4$ a thousand lies; 221:37,065[A ]| Such gross delusions could not pass, 221:37,066[A ]| Through any ears but of an ass 221:37,067[A ]| But gold defiles with frequent touch, 221:37,068[A ]| There is nothing fouls the hands so$5#1$ much: 221:37,069[A ]| And scholars give it for$4$ the cause, 221:37,070[A ]| Of British Midas' dirty paws; 221:37,071[A ]| Which$6#1$ while the senate strove to$9$ scour, 221:37,072[A ]| They washed away the chemic power. 221:37,073[A ]| While he his utmost strength applied, 221:37,074[A ]| To$9$ swim against this popular tide, 221:37,075[A ]| The golden spoils flew off apace; 221:37,076[A ]| Here fell a pension, there a place: 221:37,077[A ]| The torrent, merciless, imbibes 221:37,078[A ]| Commissions, perquisites, and bribes; 221:37,079[A ]| By$4$ their own weight sunk to$4$ the bottom; 221:37,080[A ]| Much good may do them that$6#1$ have caught them. 221:37,081[A ]| And Midas now neglected stands, 221:37,082[A ]| With asses' ears, and dirty hands. 221:41,000[' ]| <\To\ Lord Harley, \since\ Earl of Oxford,> 221:41,000[' ]| <\on\ His Marriage> 221:41,001[A ]| Among the numbers who$6#1$ employ 221:41,002[A ]| Their tongues and pens to$9$ give you joy, 221:41,003[A ]| Dear Harley, generous youth, admit 221:41,004[A ]| What friendship dictates more than wit. 221:41,005[A ]| Forgive me, when I fondly thought 221:41,006[A ]| (By$4$ frequent observation taught) 221:41,007[A ]| A spirit so$5#1$ informed as yours 221:41,008[A ]| Could never prosper in$4$ amours. 221:41,009[A ]| The god of wit, and light, and arts, 221:41,010[A ]| With all acquired and natural parts, 221:41,011[A ]| Whose harp could savage beasts enchant, 221:41,012[A ]| Was an unfortunate gallant. 221:41,013[A ]| Had Bacchus after Daphne reeled, 221:41,014[A ]| The nymph had soon been brought to$9$ yield; 221:41,015[A ]| Or, had embroidered Mars pursued, 221:41,016[A ]| The nymph would never have been a prude. 221:41,017[A ]| Ten thousand footsteps, full in$4$ view, 221:41,018[A ]| Mark out the way where Daphne flew. 221:41,019[A ]| For$3$ such is all the sex's flight, 221:41,020[A ]| They fly from learning, wit, and light: 221:41,021[A ]| They fly, and none can overtake 221:41,022[A ]| But some gay coxcomb, or a rake. 221:41,023[A ]| How then, dear Harley, could I guess 221:41,024[A ]| That$3$ you should meet, in$4$ love, success? 221:41,025[A ]| For$3$, if those ancient tales be true, 221:41,026[A ]| Phoebus was as beautiful as you: 221:41,027[A ]| Yet Daphne never slacked her pace, 221:41,028[A ]| For$3$ wit and learning spoilt his face. 221:41,029[A ]| And, since the same resemblance held 221:41,030[A ]| In$4$ gifts, wherein you both excelled, 221:41,031[A ]| I fancied every nymph would run 221:41,032[A ]| From you, as from Latona's son. 221:41,033[A ]| Then where, said I, shall Harley find 221:41,034[A ]| A virgin of superior mind, 221:41,035[A ]| With wit and virtue to$9$ discover, 221:41,036[A ]| And pay the merit of her lover? 221:41,037[A ]| This character shall Cavendish claim, 221:41,038[A ]| Born to$9$ retrieve her sex's fame. 221:41,039[A ]| The chief among that$6#2$ glittering crowd, 221:41,040[A ]| Of titles, birth, and fortune proud, 221:41,041[A ]| (As fools are insolent and vain) 221:41,042[A ]| Madly aspired to$9$ wear her chain: 221:41,043[A ]| But Pallas, guardian of the maid, 221:41,044[A ]| Descending to$4$ her charge's aid, 221:41,045[A ]| Held out Medusa's snaky locks, 221:41,046[A ]| Which$6#1$ stupefied them all to$4$ stocks. 221:41,047[A ]| The nymph, with indignation, viewed 221:41,048[A ]| The dull, the noisy, and the lewd: 221:41,049[A ]| For$3$ Pallas, with celestial light, 221:41,050[A ]| Had purified her mortal sight; 221:41,051[A ]| Showed her the virtues all combined, 221:41,052[A ]| Fresh blooming, in$4$ young Harley's mind. 221:41,053[A ]| Terrestrial nymphs, by$4$ formal arts, 221:41,054[A ]| Display their various nets for$4$ hearts: 221:41,055[A ]| Their looks are all by$4$ method set, 221:41,056[A ]| When to$9$ be prude, and when coquette; 221:41,057[A ]| Yet, wanting skill and power to$9$ choose, 221:41,058[A ]| Their only pride is to$9$ refuse. 221:41,059[A ]| But, when a goddess would bestow 221:41,060[A ]| Her love on$4$ some bright youth below, 221:41,061[A ]| Round all the earth she casts her eyes; 221:41,062[A ]| And then, descending from the skies, 221:41,063[A ]| Makes choice of him she fancies best, 221:41,064[A ]| And bids the ravished youth be blessed. 221:41,065[A ]| Thus the bright empress of the morn 221:41,066[A ]| Chose, for$4$ her spouse, a mortal born: 221:41,067[A ]| The goddess made advances first, 221:41,068[A ]| Else what aspiring hero durst? 221:41,069[A ]| Though, like$4$ a virgin of fifteen, 221:41,070[A ]| She blushes when by$4$ mortals seen; 221:41,071[A ]| Still blushes, and with speed retires, 221:41,072[A ]| When Sol pursues her with his fires. 221:41,073[A ]| Diana thus, heaven's chastest queen, 221:41,074[A ]| Struck with Endymion's graceful mien, 221:41,075[A ]| Down from her silver chariot came, 221:41,076[A ]| And to$4$ the shepherd owed her flame. 221:41,077[A ]| Thus Cavendish, as Aurora bright, 221:41,078[A ]| And chaster than the Queen of Night, 221:41,079[A ]| Descended from her sphere to$9$ find 221:41,080[A ]| A mortal of superior kind. 222:46,000[' ]| <\The Faggot\> 222:46,000[' ]| 222:46,000[' ]| 222:46,001[A ]| Observe the dying father speak: 222:46,002@b | ""Try, lads, can you this bundle break;"" 222:46,003[A ]| Then, bids the youngest of the six, 222:46,004[A ]| Take up$5$ a well-bound heap of sticks. 222:46,005[A ]| They thought it was an old man's maggot; 222:46,006[A ]| And strove by$4$ turns to$9$ break the faggot: 222:46,007[A ]| In$4$ vain ~~ the complicated wands 222:46,008[A ]| Were much too strong for$4$ all their hands. 222:46,009@b | ""See,"" 222:46,009[A ]| said the sire, 222:46,009@b | ""how soon it is done"": 222:46,010[A ]| Then, took and broke them one by$4$ one. 222:46,011@b | So$5#1$ strong you will$1$ be, in$4$ friendship tied; 222:46,012@b | So$5#1$ quickly broke if you divide. 222:46,013@b | Keep close then, boys, and never quarrel. 222:46,014[A ]| Here ends the fable and the moral. 222:46,015[A ]| The tale may be applied in$4$ few words 222:46,016[A ]| To$4$ treasurers, controllers, stewards, 222:46,017[A ]| And others, who$6#1$ in$4$ solemn sort 222:46,018[A ]| Appear with slender wands at court: 222:46,019[A ]| Not firmly joined to$9$ keep their ground, 222:46,020[A ]| But lashing one another round: 222:46,021[A ]| While, wise men think they ought to$9$ fight 222:46,022[A ]| With quarter-staffs instead of white: 222:46,023[A ]| Or constable with staff of peace, 222:46,024[A ]| Should come and make the clattering cease; 222:46,025[A ]| Which$6#1$ now disturbs the Queen and court, 222:46,026[A ]| And gives the Whigs and rabble sport. 222:46,027[A ]| In$4$ history, we never found 222:46,028[A ]| The consul's fasces were unbound; 222:46,029[A ]| Those Romans were too wise to$9$ think of it, 222:46,030[A ]| Except to$9$ lash some grand delinquent. 222:46,031[A ]| How would they blush to$9$ hear it said, 222:46,032[A ]| The praetor broke the consul's head; 222:46,033[A ]| Or, consul in$4$ his purple gown, 222:46,034[A ]| Came up$5$, and knocked the praetor down. 222:46,035[A ]| Come, courtiers; every man his stick: 222:46,036[A ]| Lord Treasurer, for$4$ once be quick: 222:46,037[A ]| And, that$3$ they may the closer cling, 222:46,038[A ]| Take your blue ribbon for$4$ a string. 222:46,039[A ]| Come, trimming Harcourt; bring your mace; 222:46,040[A ]| And squeeze it in$5$, or quit your place: 222:46,041[A ]| Dispatch; or else that$6#2$ rascal Northey 222:46,042[A ]| Will$1$ undertake to$9$ do it for$4$ thee: 222:46,043[A ]| And, be assured, the court will$1$ find him 222:46,044[A ]| Prepared to$9$ leap over sticks, or bind them. 222:46,045[A ]| To$9$ make the bundle strong and safe, 222:46,046[A ]| Great Ormonde lend thy general's staff: 222:46,047[A ]| And, if the crozier could be crammed in$5$, 222:46,048[A ]| A fig for$4$ Lechmere, King, and Hampden. 222:46,049[A ]| You will$1$ then defy the strongest Whig, 222:46,050[A ]| With both his hands to$9$ bend a twig; 222:46,051[A ]| Though with united strength they all pull, 222:46,052[A ]| From Somers down to$4$ Craggs and Walpole. 222:51,000[' ]| <\To the Earl of Oxford, Late Lord Treasurer\> 222:51,000[' ]| 222:51,000[' ]| 222:51,001[A ]| How blessed is he, who$6#1$ for$4$ his country dies: 222:51,002[A ]| Since death pursues the coward as he flies. 222:51,003[A ]| The youth, in$4$ vain, would fly from Fate's attack, 222:51,004[A ]| With trembling knees, and terror at his back; 222:51,005[A ]| Though fear should lend him pinions like$4$ the wind, 222:51,006[A ]| Yet swifter Fate will$1$ seize him from behind. 222:51,007[A ]| Virtue repulsed, yet knows not to$9$ repine; 222:51,008[A ]| But shall with unattainted honour shine; 222:51,009[A ]| Nor stoops to$9$ take the Staff, nor lays it down, 222:51,010[A ]| Just as the rabble please to$9$ smile or frown. 222:51,011[A ]| Virtue, to$9$ crown her favourites, loves to$9$ try 222:51,012[A ]| Some new unbeaten passage to$4$ the sky; 222:51,013[A ]| Where Jove a seat among the gods will$1$ give 222:51,014[A ]| To$4$ those who$6#1$ die, for$4$ meriting to$9$ live. 222:51,015[A ]| Next, faithful silence hath a sure reward: 222:51,016[A ]| Within our breast be every secret barred: 222:51,017[A ]| He who$6#1$ betrays his friend, shall never be 222:51,018[A ]| Under one roof, or in$4$ one ship with me. 222:51,019[A ]| For$3$, who$6#2$ with traitors would his safety trust, 222:51,020[A ]| Lest with the wicked, heaven involve the just? 222:51,021[A ]| And, though the villain escape a while, he feels 222:51,022[A ]| Slow vengeance, like$4$ a bloodhound at his heels. 222:56,000[' ]| <\To Thomas Sheridan\> 222:56,001[A ]| Dear Tom, I am surprised that$3$ your verse did not jingle; 222:56,002[A ]| But your rhyme was not double, because your sight was but single. 222:56,003[A ]| For$3$, as Helsham observes, there is nothing can chime, 222:56,004[A ]| Or fit more exact than one eye and one rhyme. 222:56,005[A ]| If you had not took Physic, I would pay off your bacon, 222:56,006[A ]| But now I will$1$ write short, for$4$ fear you are short taken. 222:56,007[A ]| Besides, Dick forbid me, and called me a fool; 222:56,008[A ]| For$3$ he says, short as it is, it will$1$ give you a stool. 222:61,000[' ]| <\On Dan*Jackson's Picture\> 222:61,001[A ]| Whilst you three merry poets traffic 222:61,002[A ]| To$9$ give us a description graphic 222:61,003[A ]| Of Dan's large nose, in$4$ modern Sapphic, 222:61,004[A ]| I spend my time in$4$ making sermons, 222:61,005[A ]| Or writing libels on$4$ the Germans, 222:61,006[A ]| Or murmuring at Whigs' preferments. 222:61,007[A ]| But when I would find rhyme for$4$ Rochfort, 222:61,008[A ]| And look in$4$ English, French, and Scotch for$4$ it, 222:61,009[A ]| At last I am fairly forced to$9$ botch for$4$ it. 222:61,010[A ]| Bid Lady*Betty recollect her, 222:61,011[A ]| And tell who$6#1$ was it could direct her 222:61,012[A ]| To$9$ draw the face of such a sceptre. 222:61,013[A ]| I must confess that$3$ as to$4$ me, sirs, 222:61,014[A ]| Though I never saw her hold the scissors, 222:61,015[A ]| I now could safely swear it is hers. 222:61,016[A ]| It is true no$2$ nose could come in$4$ better, 222:61,017[A ]| It is a vast subject stuffed with matter, 222:61,018[A ]| Which$6#1$ all may handle, none may flatter. 222:61,019[A ]| Take courage, Dan, this plainly shows, 222:61,020[A ]| That$3$ not the wisest mortal knows 222:61,021[A ]| What fortune may befall his nose. 222:61,022[A ]| Show me the brightest Irish toast, 222:61,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ from her lover ever could boast, 222:61,024[A ]| Above a song or two at most: 222:61,025[A ]| For$4$ thee three poets are drudging all, 222:61,026[A ]| To$9$ praise the cheeks, chin, nose, the bridge and all, 222:61,027[A ]| Both of the picture and original. 222:61,028[A ]| Thy nose's length and fame extend 222:61,029[A ]| So$5#1$ far, dear Dan, that$3$ every friend 222:61,030[A ]| Tries who$6#1$ shall have it by$4$ the end. 222:61,031[A ]| And future poets, as they rise, 222:61,032[A ]| Shall read with envy and surprise, 222:61,033[A ]| Thy nose outshining Celia's eyes. 222:66,000[' ]| <\Stella's Birthday\> 222:66,000[' ]| 222:66,001[A ]| Stella this day is thirty-four, 222:66,002[A ]| (We shall not dispute a year or more:) 222:66,003[A ]| However Stella, be not troubled, 222:66,004[A ]| Although thy size and years are doubled, 222:66,005[A ]| Since first I saw thee at sixteen, 222:66,006[A ]| The brightest virgin on$4$ the green. 222:66,007[A ]| So$5#1$ little is thy form declined; 222:66,008[A ]| Made up$5$ so$5#1$ largely in$4$ thy mind. 222:66,009[A ]| Oh, would it please the gods to$9$ \split\ 222:66,010[A ]| Thy beauty, size, and years, and wit, 222:66,011[A ]| No$2$ age could furnish out a pair 222:66,012[A ]| Of nymphs so$5#1$ graceful, wise and fair: 222:66,013[A ]| With half the lustre of your eyes, 222:66,014[A ]| With half your wit, your years, and size: 222:66,015[A ]| And then before it grew too late, 222:66,016[A ]| How should I beg of gentle fate, 222:66,017[A ]| (That$6#1$ either nymph might have her swain,) 222:66,018[A ]| To$9$ split my worship too in$4$ twain.