The Works of Sir Samuel Garth

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T. Ewing, 1769 - 213 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 121 - Caicus, 370 et gemina auratus taurino cornua vultu Eridanus, quo non alius per pinguia culta in mare purpureum violentior effluit amnis.
الصفحة 40 - Hundreds in pale throngs repair, And change the Gravel-pits for Kentish air, Our properties must on our arms depend ; 'Tis next to conquer bravely to defend. 'Tis to the vulgar death too harsh appears; The ill we feel is only in our fears. To die, is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempest roar : Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er. The wise through thought the insults of death defv ; The fools through blessed insensibility.
الصفحة 111 - But die a maid, yet have the choice of two ! Ladies are often cruel to their cost ; To give you pain, themselves they punish most. Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd ; Too oft they are cancell'd, though in convents made.
الصفحة 53 - Both fides fhall conquer, and yet both fhall fail ; The mortar now, and then the urinal. To thee alone my influence I owe ; Where Nature has deny'd, my favours flow.
الصفحة xii - I can be pleased; and I dare own I am. I read thee over with a lover's eye ; Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy ; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.
الصفحة 31 - To purge the troubled air, and weed the land. And dare the College insolently aim To equal our fraternity in fame ? Then let crabs-eyes with pearl for virtue try, Or Higbgate Hill with lofty Pindus vie ; So glow-worms may compare with Titan's beams, And Hare-court pump with Aganippe's streams.
الصفحة xxii - Green, and bloffbm in Decay. Deep funk in Down, they, by my gentle Care, Avoid th' Inclemencies of Morning Air, And leave to tatter'd Crape the Drudgery of Pray'r.
الصفحة 153 - I ask no cure ; let but the virgin pine With dying pangs, or agonies, like mine.
الصفحة 98 - HILST weeping Europe bends beneath her ills, And where the fword deftroys not, famine kills; Our ifle enjoys, by your fuccefsful ca.re, The pomp of peace, amidft the woes of war.

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