讀者評論 - 撰寫評論
其他版本 - 查看全部
Archbishop of Dublin better Bill Bishop Bottle Brethren called Candles Catholicks Cavan chidden Church chuse Clergy cometh Conscience Country Dean desire Dissenters DoBor Doctor doth Dublin dullest Beast Employments England Englijh Estates ev'ry fame Family Fault Favour fear Fellow fend Flax Fourth Doctor Friends Gentleman give Glass goeth Hands hath Hazael Heart Hemp Honour hope Horses House hundred Ireland Jonathan Swift keep King Kingdom Lady Lady's Lands least leave live long-ear'd Beast Lord Lord Bolingbroke Love Manner Master Meat Mind Modus mould never Night Number Parliament Person Poem Pounds Sterling Power Pray pretend Publick Reason Religion Reverend Schismaticks sent Servants Sheridan shew sick ſome Subjects sure Swift tell Test Act ther Thing thought tion Town Twickenham Tythes University of Dublin Verse VIII Whig whole Wine wise Word World
第 177 頁 - Tis all on me an usurpation. I have no title to aspire ; Yet, when you sink, I seem the higher; In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine : When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six, It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry :
第 175 頁 - em true: They argue no corrupted Mind In him; the Fault is in Mankind. This Maxim more than all the rest Is thought too base for human Breast; "In all Distresses of our Friends We first consult our private Ends, While nature kindly bent to ease us, Points out some Circumstance to please us.
第 180 頁 - In such a case they talk in tropes, And by their fears express their hopes.
第 199 頁 - With all the Turns of Whigs and Tories: "Was cheerful to his dying Day, "And Friends would let him have his Way. "He gave the little Wealth he had, "To build a House for Fools and Mad: "And shew'd by one satiric Touch, "No Nation wanted it so much: "That Kingdom he hath left his Debtor, "I wish it soon may have a Better.
第 187 頁 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall : (I wish I knew what king to call.) Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
第 187 頁 - tis a shocking sight, And he's engaged to-morrow night; My Lady Club will take it ill, If he should fail her at quadrille. He loved the Dean— (I lead a heart,) But dearest friends, they say, must part. His time was come: he ran his race; We hope he's in a better place.
第 176 頁 - Lies rackt with pain, and you without : How patiently you hear him groan. How glad the case is not your own. What poet would not grieve to see His breth'ren write as well as he ? But rather than they should excel, He'd wish his rivals all in hell.
第 310 頁 - ... entirely depend upon the truth and power of God. It is an old and true distinction, that things may be above our reason, without being contrary to it.
第 178 頁 - em? To all my foes, dear Fortune, send Thy gifts; but never to my friend: I tamely can endure the first; But this with envy makes me burst.