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Page 81 - While the first drizzling shower is borne aslope : Such is that sprinkling which some careless quean Flirts on you from her mop, but not so clean : You fly, invoke the gods ; then, turning, stop To rail ; she, singing, still whirls on her mop. Not yet the dust had shunn'd th...
Page 309 - Mary, said he, (one day as I was mending my master's stocking;) My master is so fond of that minister that keeps the school I thought my master a wise man, but that man makes him a fool.
Page 82 - Triumphant Tories and desponding Whigs Forget their feuds, and join to save their wigs. Box'd in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And ever and anon with frightful din The leather sounds ; he trembles from within. So when Troy chairmen bore the wooden steed, Pregnant with Greeks impatient to be freed, (Those bully Greeks, who, as the moderns do, Instead of paying chairmen, ran them through) Laocoon struck the outside with his spear, And each imprison'd...
Page 146 - The government is now her own; He has a forfeiture incurr'd; She vows to take him at his word, And hopes he will not think it strange If both should now their stations change, The nymph will have her turn to be The tutor...
Page 190 - Thou, Stella, wert no longer young, When first for thee my harp was strung, Without one word of Cupid's darts, Of killing eyes, or bleeding hearts ; With friendship and esteem possest, I ne'er admitted Love a guest.
Page 82 - Now from all parts the swelling kennels flow. And bear their trophies with them as they go : Filths of all hues and odours seem to tell What street they sail'd from by their sight and smell.
Page 107 - If possible, to learn his story, And whether he were Whig or Tory. Lewis his patron's humour knows, Away upon his errand goes ; And quickly did the matter sift ; Found out that it was Doctor Swift, A clergyman of special note For shunning those of his own coat...
Page 74 - Sprout ! (quoth the man ;) what's this you tell us? I hope you don't believe me jealous : But yet, methinks, I feel it true; And really yours is budding too Nay, now I cannot stir my foot ; It feels as if 'twere taking root.