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Page 113 - For great contemporaries whet and cultivate each other ; and mutual borrowing, and commerce, makes the common riches of learning, as it does of the civil government.
Page 193 - How easy it is to call rogue and villain, and that wittily! but how hard to make a man appear a fool, a blockhead, or a knave, without using any of those opprobrious terms!
Page 118 - ... words may then be laudably revived, when either they are more sounding or more significant than those in practice ; and when their obscurity is taken away, by joining other words to them which clear the sense, according to the rule of Horace, for the admission of new words.
Page 204 - Donne's fatires, which abound with fo much wit, appear more charming, if he had taken care of his words, and of his numbers?
Page 349 - Dama, once a groom of low degree, Not worth a farthing, and a sot beside ; So true a rogue, for lying's sake he lied : But, with a turn, a freeman he became ; ll0 Now Marcus Dama is his worship's name.
Page 127 - Thus, my lord, I have, as briefly as I could, given your lordship, and by you the world, a rude draught of what I have been long labouring in my imagination, and what I had intended to have put in practice (though far unable for the attempt of such a poem) ; and to have left the stage, to which my genius never much inclined me, for a work which would have taken up my life in the performance of it.
Page 116 - The English have only to boast of Spenser and Milton, who neither of them wanted either genius or learning to have been perfect poets, and yet both of them are liable to many censures.
Page 22 - Our foes encourage, and our friends debase. Believe thy fables, and the Trojan town Triumphant stands; the Grecians are o'erthrown; Suppliant at Hector's...