The British Essayists: The Looker-on

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J. Johnson, J. Nichols and Son, R. Baldwin, F. and C. Rivington, W. Otridge and Son, W. J. and J. Richardson, A. Strahan, J. Sewell, R. Faulder, G. and W. Nicol, T. Payne, G. and J. Robinson, W. Lowndes, G. Wilkie, J. Mathews, P. McQueen, Ogilvy and Son, J. Scatcherd, J. Walker, Vernor and Hood, R. Lea, Darton and Harvey, J. Nunn, Lackington and Company, D. Walker, Clarke and Son, G. Kearsley, C. Law, J. White, Longman and Rees, Cadell, Jun. and Davies, J. Barker, T. Kay, Wynne and Company, Pote and Company, Carpenter and Company, W. Miller, Murray and Highley, S. Bagster, T. Hurst, T. Boosey, R. Pheney, W. Baynes, J. Harding, R. H. Evans, J. Mawman; and W. Creech, Edinburgh, 1802

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Seite 20 - and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in fate, So were 1 equall'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris and blind
Seite 96 - multa cum libertate notabant. The comic poets, in its earliest age, Who form'd the manners of the Grecian stage, Was there a villain, who might justly claim A better right of being damn'd to fame, Rake, cut-throat, thief, whatever was his crime, They freely stigmatiz'd the wretch in rhime.
Seite 105 - the air as nimbly as a star, Turn short as doth a swallow, and be here, And there, and here, and yonder all at once; Present to any humour, all occasion, And change a visor swifter than a thought; This is the creature had the art born with him. Lucian's Parasite, which is a master-piece of character and comic writing, and Horace's dialogue between
Seite 93 - No, marriage is rather like a game at bowls: Fortune indeed makes the match, and the two nearest, and sometimes the two farthest are together; but the game depends entirely upon judgment. Cynth. Still it is a game, and consequently one of us must be a loser.
Seite 105 - poles here on earth. I muse the mystery was not made a science, It is so liberally profest. Almost All the wise world is little else in nature But parasites and sub-parasites. And yet I mean not those, that have your bare town-art, To know who's fit to feed them ; have no house, No family, no care, and therefore mould Tales for men's
Seite 185 - brood—But what is man ? Truth, virtue, valour, how do they avail him? Of this world's good the first and greatest share Is flattery's prize ; the informer takes the next, And barefaced knavery garbles what is left. I'd rather be an ass than what I am, And see these villains lord it o'er their betters.*
Seite 189 - Twere wise to let none share in the possession, But if whate'er you have is held of fortune And not of right inherent, why, my father, Why with such niggard jealousy engross What the next hour may ravish from your grasp, And cast into some worthless favourite's lap ? Snatch then the
Seite 134 - For when the mind's experience comes at length, It comes to mourn the body's loss of strength : Resign'd to ignorance all our better days, Knowledge just ripens when the man decays; One ray of light the closing eye receives, And wisdom only takes what folly leaves.
Seite 192 - there Tyrants rot; There sleep the Rich, the Noble, and the Wise; There Pride, Ambition, Beauty's fairest form, All dust alike, compound one common mass: Reflect on these, and in them see yourself. in short I should be happy, if any thing I have now done or may hereafter do, shall serve to mitigate
Seite 105 - But your fine elegant rascal, that can rise, And stoop almost together like an arrow, Shoot thro' the air as nimbly as a star, Turn short as doth a swallow, and be here, And there, and here, and yonder all at once; Present to any humour, all occasion,

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