Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonA. Miller, 1800 |
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... court the favour of his friends : For pity's fake tells undeferv'd mishaps , And , their applaufe to gain , recounts his claps . Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome , To win the mob , a fuppliant's form affume , In pompous strain ...
... court the favour of his friends : For pity's fake tells undeferv'd mishaps , And , their applaufe to gain , recounts his claps . Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome , To win the mob , a fuppliant's form affume , In pompous strain ...
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... courts where forms are few , fees none at all . The morning came , nor find I that the Sun , As he on other great ... court It borrow'd ornament , or fought support : No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear , No bribes were taken ...
... courts where forms are few , fees none at all . The morning came , nor find I that the Sun , As he on other great ... court It borrow'd ornament , or fought support : No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear , No bribes were taken ...
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... court , To which they owe their being and support . Actors , like monks of old , now facred grown , Must be attack'd by no fools but their own . Let the vain tyrant fit amidst his guards , His puny Green - room Wits and Venal Bards ...
... court , To which they owe their being and support . Actors , like monks of old , now facred grown , Must be attack'd by no fools but their own . Let the vain tyrant fit amidst his guards , His puny Green - room Wits and Venal Bards ...
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... Court of Man , Equally form'd to rule in age or youth , The friend of Virtue , and the guide to Truth . To Her I bow , whofe facred pow'r I feel ; To Her decifion make my last appeal ; Condemn'd by Her , applauding worlds in vain Should ...
... Court of Man , Equally form'd to rule in age or youth , The friend of Virtue , and the guide to Truth . To Her I bow , whofe facred pow'r I feel ; To Her decifion make my last appeal ; Condemn'd by Her , applauding worlds in vain Should ...
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... court or camp , the pulpit , bar or ftage ; If half - bred furgeons , whom men doctors call , And lawyers , who were never bred at all , Thofe mighty letter'd monsters of the earth , Our pity move , or exercife our mirth ; Or if in ...
... court or camp , the pulpit , bar or ftage ; If half - bred furgeons , whom men doctors call , And lawyers , who were never bred at all , Thofe mighty letter'd monsters of the earth , Our pity move , or exercife our mirth ; Or if in ...
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