The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volum 7W. Bowyer, C. Bathurst, W. Owen, W. Strahan, J. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, and C. Reymers, R. Baldwin, J. Dodsley, S. Crowder and Company and B. Collins., 1768 |
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Pàgina 36
... those who were there , Or those who were not . His revels to keep , We fup and we dine On feven score fheep Fat bullocks and fwine . 6 Ufquebaugh Ufquebaugh to our feast In pails was brought up , 36 THE DESCRIPTION OF.
... those who were there , Or those who were not . His revels to keep , We fup and we dine On feven score fheep Fat bullocks and fwine . 6 Ufquebaugh Ufquebaugh to our feast In pails was brought up , 36 THE DESCRIPTION OF.
Pàgina 67
... those , Who wanting both have us'd their toes * ; But no contrivance yet appears To furnish artificial ears . A quiet LIFE and a good NAME . To a friend who married a fhrew . Written in the Year 1724 . NELL fcolded in fo loud a din ...
... those , Who wanting both have us'd their toes * ; But no contrivance yet appears To furnish artificial ears . A quiet LIFE and a good NAME . To a friend who married a fhrew . Written in the Year 1724 . NELL fcolded in fo loud a din ...
Pàgina 69
... Those men , who wore the breeches leaft , Call'd him a cuckold , fool and beast . At home he was purfu'd with noife ; Abroad was pefter'd by the boys : Within , his wife would break his bones ; Without , they pelted him with ftones ...
... Those men , who wore the breeches leaft , Call'd him a cuckold , fool and beast . At home he was purfu'd with noife ; Abroad was pefter'd by the boys : Within , his wife would break his bones ; Without , they pelted him with ftones ...
Pàgina 73
... those who rais'd me , I betray ; And fome give out , that I entice To luft and luxury and dice : Who punishments on me inflict , Because they find their pockets pickt . * Mercury . + Vulcan . By By riding post I lose my health ; And ...
... those who rais'd me , I betray ; And fome give out , that I entice To luft and luxury and dice : Who punishments on me inflict , Because they find their pockets pickt . * Mercury . + Vulcan . By By riding post I lose my health ; And ...
Pàgina 74
... those who give me greatest pain . Shall man prefume to be my mafter , Who's but my caterer and tafter ? Yet , though I always have my will , I'm but a meer depender fill : An An humble hanger - on at best ; Of whom 74 A RIDDLE .
... those who give me greatest pain . Shall man prefume to be my mafter , Who's but my caterer and tafter ? Yet , though I always have my will , I'm but a meer depender fill : An An humble hanger - on at best ; Of whom 74 A RIDDLE .
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The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin ..., Volum 7 Jonathan Swift,John Hawkesworth Visualització completa - 1760 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 71 - But, that which wonderful appears, I speak to eyes, and not to ears. He oft...
Pàgina 275 - Let them rave at making laws ; While they never hold their tongue, Let them dabble in their dung : Let them form a grand committee, How to plague and starve the city ; Let them...
Pàgina 417 - THE VOWELS We are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features; One of us in glass is set, One of us you'll find in jet. T'other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.
Pàgina 261 - So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.
Pàgina 92 - That lies in old wood like a hare in her form ; With teeth or with claws it will bite or will scratch, And chambermaids christen this worm a deathwatch ; Because like a watch it always cries click ; Then woe be to those in the house who are sick : For, as sure as a gun, they will give up the ghost, If the maggot cries click when it scratches the post.
Pàgina 260 - Depend upon't their judgment's right. But if you blab, you are undone : Consider what a risk you run : You lose your credit all at once ; The town will mark you for a dunce ; The vilest doggrel, Grub-street sends, Will pass for yours with foes and friends ; And you must bear the whole disgrace, Till some fresh blockhead takes your place.
Pàgina 178 - Hence the mean and sordid soul, Like his body, rank and foul; Hence that wild suspicious peep, Like a rogue that steals a sheep...
Pàgina 146 - But, madam, I beg you contrive and invent, And worry him out, till he gives his consent. Dear madam, whene'er of a barrack I think, An I were to be hang'd, I can't sleep a wink : For if a new crotchet comes into my brain, I can't get it out, though I'd never so fain.
Pàgina 359 - The Ass approaching next, confess'd, That in his heart he loved a jest: A wag he was, he needs must own, And could not let a dunce alone: Sometimes his friend he would not...
Pàgina 256 - Hath blasted with poetic fire. What hope of custom in the fair, While not a soul demands your ware? Where you have nothing to produce For private life, or public use? Court, city, country want you not; You cannot bribe, betray, or plot.