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Page 141 - Pope Quin, who damns all churches but his own, Complains that heresy infects the town ; That Whitfield-Garrick has misled the age, And taints the sound religion of the stage. Schism...
Page 118 - If social virtues make remembrance dear, Or manners pure on decent rule depend; To His remains consign one grateful tear, Of youth the Guardian, and of all the Friend. Now sleeps Dominion; here no Beauty flows. Nor more avails the festive scene to grace. Beneath that hand which no discernment shows, Untaught to honour, or distinguish place.
Page 93 - For what we know must be and is as common As any the most vulgar thing to sense, Why should we in our peevish opposition Take it to heart? Fie! 'tis a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd: whose common theme Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, From the first corpse till he that died to-day, This must be so.
Page 106 - That tongue which set the table on a roar, And charm'd the public ear, is heard no more ! Clos'd are those eyes,, the harbingers of wit Which spoke, before the tongue, what Shakespeare writ ; Cold are those hands, which, living, were stretched forth At friendship's call to succour modest worth.
Page 105 - As through a crystal case the figured hours are seen. And heaven did this transparent veil provide, Because she had no guilty thought to hide. All white a virgin-saint, she sought the skies, For marriage, though it sullies not, it dyes.
Page 66 - ... feet from east to west, and 120 feet from north to south.
Page 7 - This prince was a very ingenious man, and taught necromancy in his kingdom, nor did he leave off pursuing his magical operations, till he attempted to fly to the upper region of the air with wings which he had prepared, and fell down upon the temple of Apollo, in the city of Trinovantum, where he was dashed to pieces.
Page 7 - He built Kaerbadus, now Bath, and made hot baths in it for the benefit of the public, which he dedicated to the goddess Minerva; in whose temple he kept fires that never went out nor consumed to ashes, but as soon as they began to decay were turned into balls of stone.