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Seite 297 - Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store By memory alone. The time that is to come is not; How can it then be mine? The present moment's all my lot; And that, as fast as it is got, Phillis, is only thine. Then talk not of inconstancy, False hearts, and broken vows; If I by miracle can be This live-long minute true to thee, 'Tis all that Heaven allows.
Seite 320 - Likes me abundantly ; but you take care Upon this point, not to be too severe. Perhaps my muse were fitter for this part, For I profess I can be very smart On wit, which I abhor with all my heart. I long to lash it in some sharp essay, But your grand indiscretion bids me stay And turns my tide of ink another way.
Seite 319 - Then old Age, and Experience, hand in hand, Lead him to Death, and make him understand, After a search so painful, and so long, That all his Life he has been in the wrong.
Seite 217 - Muse betray'd ! How nice the reputation of the maid ! Your early, kind, paternal care appears, By chaste instruction of her tender years. The first impression in her infant breast Will be the deepest, and should be the best Let not austerity breed servile fear, No wanton sound offend her virgin ear.
Seite 217 - Immodest words admit of no defence ; For want of decency is want of sense.
Seite 312 - Courted, admir'd, and lov'd, with Presents fed ; Youth in her Looks, and Pleasure in her Bed : Till Fate, or her ill Angel, thought it fit To make her doat upon a man of Wit : Who found 'twas dull to love above a day ; Made his ill-natur'd jeast, and went away.
Seite 219 - ... fault, Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought. The men who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast : For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he 's understood.
Seite 274 - What you keep by you, you may change and mend But words once spoke can never be recalled.