The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin: Accurately Revised, in Twelve Volumes. Adorned with Copper-plates; with Some Account of the Author's Life, and Notes Historical and Explanatory, Volume 17

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C. Bathurst, T. Osborne, W. Bowyer, J. Hinton, W. Strahan, B. Collins, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Davis and C. Reymers, and J. Dodsley., 1765

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Page 68 - Grace! impossible! what, dead! Of old age, too, and in his bed! And could that Mighty Warrior fall? And so inglorious, after all! Well...
Page 35 - That gives surprise, and this delight. Humour is odd, grotesque, and wild, Only by affectation spoil'd : 'Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not.
Page 33 - When, among fcholars, can we find So foft, and yet fo firm a mind ? All accidents of life confpire To raife up Stella's virtue higher ; Or elfe, to introduce the reft Which had been latent in her breaft. Her...
Page 57 - I. LEST it may more quarrels breed, I will never hear you read. II. By disputing, I will never, To convince you once endeavour. III. When a paradox you stick to, I will never contradict you. IV. When I talk and you are heedless, I will show no anger needless. V. When your speeches are absurd, I will ne'er object a word. , VI. When you furious argue wrong, I will grieve...
Page 57 - When your speeches are absurd, I will ne'er object a word. VI. When you, furious, argue wrong, I will grieve and hold my tongue. VII. Not a jest or humorous story Will I ever tell before ye : To be chidden for explaining,' When you quite mistake the meaning.
Page 110 - Antiochus's court. Beau Fielding, at fifty years old, when, in a quarrel upon the stage, he was run into his breast, which he opened and...
Page 69 - Nor widow's sighs, nor orphan's tears, Wont at such times each heart to pierce, Attend the progress of his hearse. But what of that ? his friends may say, He had those honours in his day. True to his profit and his pride, He made them weep before he died.
Page 74 - ... expir'd, Had he not wrote what all admir'd ; What morfels had their malice wanted, But that he built, and plann'd, and planted ! How had his fenfe and learning griev'd them, But that his charity reliev'd them ! " At higheft Worth dull Malice reaches, " As flugs pollute the faireft peaches : " Envy " Envy defames, as harpies vile " Devour the food they firft defile.
Page 69 - Come hither, all ye empty things, Ye bubbles rais'd by breath of Kings; Who float upon the tide of state, Come hither, and behold your fate. Let pride be taught by this rebuke, How very mean a thing's a Duke; From all his ill-got honours flung, Turn'd to that dirt from whence he sprung.
Page 5 - I'll gently steal you from your toils away, Where balmy winds with scents ambrosial play ; Where on the banks, as crystal rivers flow, They teach immortal amaranths to grow ; Then from the mild indulgence of the scene...

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