The muse in a moral humour: being a collection of tales, fables, pastorals, &c. by several handsFrancis Noble; John Noble, 1757 |
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... Conftancy . A 209 Tale for the Ladies The African Prince , in England , to Zara , at his Father's Court 217 Zara , at the Court of Annamabboe , to the African Prince in England 225 THE THE Mufe in a Moral Humour . AVARO and AM iv CONTENTS ,
... Conftancy . A 209 Tale for the Ladies The African Prince , in England , to Zara , at his Father's Court 217 Zara , at the Court of Annamabboe , to the African Prince in England 225 THE THE Mufe in a Moral Humour . AVARO and AM iv CONTENTS ,
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... Father's Precepts bears , Who often rung this Leffon in his Ears : " Wou'd you , my Son , to Happiness afpire , " Know , Gold alone can Happiness acquire ; " He that has Gold , is pow'rful as a King , " Has Valour , Virtue , Wisdom , ev ...
... Father's Precepts bears , Who often rung this Leffon in his Ears : " Wou'd you , my Son , to Happiness afpire , " Know , Gold alone can Happiness acquire ; " He that has Gold , is pow'rful as a King , " Has Valour , Virtue , Wisdom , ev ...
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... Father , Mother , Triends , I bid Adieu , Friends , Father , Mother , not fo dear as you . To whom the Youth , with fmiling Brow , reply'd : O thou true Patiern of a faithful Bride ! Who Who dar'st thy Father , Mother , Friends refign ...
... Father , Mother , Triends , I bid Adieu , Friends , Father , Mother , not fo dear as you . To whom the Youth , with fmiling Brow , reply'd : O thou true Patiern of a faithful Bride ! Who Who dar'st thy Father , Mother , Friends refign ...
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Muse. Who dar'st thy Father , Mother , Friends refign ; And risk thy own dear Life , to rescue mine ! — If I forget the Debt I owe to Thee , May all the Gods forget their Care of Me . In more wild Defarts let me rove again ; Nor find a ...
Muse. Who dar'st thy Father , Mother , Friends refign ; And risk thy own dear Life , to rescue mine ! — If I forget the Debt I owe to Thee , May all the Gods forget their Care of Me . In more wild Defarts let me rove again ; Nor find a ...
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... , Would'ff thou for her engage all these thy Foes ? Would'st thou defpife an angry Father's Frown , And scorn the noify Cenfures of the Town ? Could'ft Could't thou , poffefs'd of her , with Patience fee 36 The TEST of Love .
... , Would'ff thou for her engage all these thy Foes ? Would'st thou defpife an angry Father's Frown , And scorn the noify Cenfures of the Town ? Could'ft Could't thou , poffefs'd of her , with Patience fee 36 The TEST of Love .
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Agathocles Avaro Beauty beſt blefs'd bleft Blifs Bliſs bluſhing Breaſt Cauſe Charms Cingetorix Columbo cou'd crown'd cry'd Curfe Cydippe Dæmons Dame dead dear Deſpair dy'd e'er Ev'ning ev'ry Eyes facred fafely faid Fair Fame Fate Fear feem'd fhall fhun figh filent firft firſt fix'd Flame Foes foft fome foon Friend ftill fuch fure gen'rous Grief Grove Guife Heart Heav'n hence a real himſelf Joys juſt laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd Love Lover Maid moſt mournful muſt ne'er Nymph o'er Oroonoko Pain pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Pray'r Prince real Paffion Reft reply'd rife ſaid Shade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould Sire Snaith Soul ſpread ſtand ſtay STEPHEN DUCK ſtill ſtood ſweet Tafte Tale Tears thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou Thought thouſand thro trembling twas Virgin Train Virtue Vows wand'ring Whofe Whoſe Wind Wiſh wou'd Wretch Youth Zara
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