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Page 33 - O fairest of Creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet...
Page 13 - His bosom panting with its usual fears. He strives in vain — and fruitless proves the art — To hide with vacant smile the treacherous heart.
Page 18 - I would not be guilty of injuftice to any Character. George does not want humanity ! nay, he has an uncommon portion of this virtue : it extends even to the gallows \ and...
Page 33 - That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now! Tremble, thou wretch, That haft within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipt of juftice.
Page 3 - Pigeons are left unpluck'd, the game unplay'd, And F forgets the certain Bett he made ; E'en Sln feels Ambition fire his breast And leaves half told, the fabricated Jest.
Page 2 - Statefmen and Peers, thefe welcome tidings tell, '* That I refolve to quit the Throne of HELL : • " But, ere I ceafe to reign, 'twill be my care " From my dear Children to ele& an Heir.
Page 1 - To ev'ry Knave of Power, and Imp of Birth, " Statefmen and Peers, thefe welcome tidings tell " That I refolve to quit the throne of hell : " But e'er I ceafe to reign, 'twill be my care " From my dear children to eleft an heir.
Page 3 - To thofe fam'd manftons where the fons of play By trick and rapine (hare a bafe reward, Shake the falfe dye, and pack the ready card : In folemn tone their errand they proclaim, Their high commiffion, and their fovereign'* name. With joy and wonder ftruck, the parties rife! " Hell is worth trying for," £•••»•••••• crjej> Pigeons are left unpluck'd, the game unplay'd.