Young. Churchill. Lloyd. Falconer. ThomsonA. Miller, 1800 |
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... worth , becaufe that worth was mine , " Twice did thofe blockheads ftartle at my name , " And foul rejection gave me up to shame . " To laws and lawyers then I bad adieu , " And plans of far more lib'ral note pursue . " Who will may be ...
... worth , becaufe that worth was mine , " Twice did thofe blockheads ftartle at my name , " And foul rejection gave me up to shame . " To laws and lawyers then I bad adieu , " And plans of far more lib'ral note pursue . " Who will may be ...
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... worth thy wond'rous waste of pains To publish to the world thy lack of brains ? Or might not reafon e'en to thee have shewn Thy greatest praife had been to live unknown ? Yet let not vanity , like thine , despair : Fortune makes Folly ...
... worth thy wond'rous waste of pains To publish to the world thy lack of brains ? Or might not reafon e'en to thee have shewn Thy greatest praife had been to live unknown ? Yet let not vanity , like thine , despair : Fortune makes Folly ...
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... worth fuperior , Cibber came . When poor Alicia's madd'ning brains are rack'd , And strongly imag'd griefs her mind diftract ; Struck with her grief , I catch the madness too ! My brain turns round , the headless trunk I view ! The roof ...
... worth fuperior , Cibber came . When poor Alicia's madd'ning brains are rack'd , And strongly imag'd griefs her mind diftract ; Struck with her grief , I catch the madness too ! My brain turns round , the headless trunk I view ! The roof ...
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... worth , their faults correct . When active Pickle Smithfield stage afcends , The three days wonder of his laughing friends ; Each , or as judgment , or as fancy guides , The lively wittling praises or derides . And where's the mighty ...
... worth , their faults correct . When active Pickle Smithfield stage afcends , The three days wonder of his laughing friends ; Each , or as judgment , or as fancy guides , The lively wittling praises or derides . And where's the mighty ...
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... worth's beneath the Mufe's praise ; No greatness can above her cenfure raise ; Station and wealth to her are trifling things ; She ftoops to actors , and fhe foars to kings . Is there a man , in vice and folly bred , To fenfe of honour ...
... worth's beneath the Mufe's praise ; No greatness can above her cenfure raise ; Station and wealth to her are trifling things ; She ftoops to actors , and fhe foars to kings . Is there a man , in vice and folly bred , To fenfe of honour ...
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