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Favours out of place I regard as positive injuries.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 363)
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He has no other recommendation, save an assumed and crafty
solemnity of demeanour.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 363)
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Honourable mention encourages science, and merit is fostered by
praise.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 363)
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How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of
despising glory.
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 363)
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How much in love with himself, and that too without a rival!
Topic: Proverbs
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 363)
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The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown
To saints whose lives are better than his own.
Topic: Religion
Source: Epistle to Hogarth (l. 25)
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And reputation bleeds in ev'ry word.
Topic: Reputation
Source: Apology
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Why should we fear; and what? The laws?
They all are armed in virtue's cause;
And aiming at the self-same end,
Satire is always virtue's friend.
Topic: Satire
Source: Ghost (bk. III, l. 943)
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The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Topic: Scotland
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 195)
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No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
To tax our labours and excise our brains.
Topic: Statesmanship
Source: Night (l. 271)
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With various readings stored his empty skull,
Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull.
Topic: Stupidity
Source: The Rosciad (l. 591)
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Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.
Topic: Sweetness
Source: Gotham (bk. II, l. 20)
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Matrons, who toss the cup, and see
The grounds of fate in grounds of tea.
Topic: Tea
Source: The Ghost (bk. I, l. 117)
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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.
Topic: Thought
Source: Epistle to Wm. Hogarth (l. 645)
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As by the way of innuendo
Lucus is made a non lucendo.
Topic: Trees
Source: The Ghost (bk. II, V, 257)
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Ne'er blush'd, unless, in spreading vice's snares,
She blunder'd on some virtue unawares.
Topic: Vice
Source: The Rosciad (l. 137)
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His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits.
The two extremes appear like man and wife
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Topic: Voice
Source: Rosciad (l. 1,003)
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