The compositions in prose and verse of mr. John Oldham. To which are added memoirs of his life, and explantory notes, by E. Thompson1770 |
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The compositions in prose and verse of mr. John Oldham. To which are added ... John Oldham Úplné zobrazenie - 1770 |
The compositions in prose and verse of mr. John Oldham. To which are added ... John Oldham Úplné zobrazenie - 1770 |
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Strana 3 - MAKE me a bowl, a mighty bowl, Large as my capacious soul; Vast as my thirst is, let it have Depth enough to be my grave, I mean the grave of all my care, For I design to bury it there.
Strana 130 - A still tranquillity so hush'd thy breast, As if some halcyon were its guest, And there had built her nest. It hardly now enjoys a greater rest. As that smooth sea which wears the name of peace, Still with one even face appears, And feels no tides to change it from its place, No waves to alter the fair form it bears. As that...
Strana 21 - If he be deign'd the honour to sit down. Soon as the tarts appear, Sir Crape withdraw, Those dainties are not for a spiritual maw. Observe your distance, and be sure to stand Hard by the cistern, with your cap in hand: There for diversion you may pick your teeth, Till the kind voider comes for your relief, For meer board wages, such their freedom sell, Slaves to an hour, and vassals to a bell: And if th...
Strana 20 - Though he instructs the heels, and you the head. To such indulgence are kind parents grown, That nought costs less in breeding than a son; Nor is it hard to find a father now, Shall more upon a setting-dog allow, And with a freer hand reward the care Of training up his spaniel, than his heir.
Strana 36 - ... till they go by the ears : Their grievances never shall trouble my pate, So I can enjoy my dear bottle at quiet. What coxcombs were those who would barter their ease And their necks for a toy, a thin wafer and mass?
Strana 22 - In dressing only skilled, and marmalade. Let others, who such meannesses can brook, Strike countenance to every great man's look; Let those that have a mind, turn slaves to eat, And live contented by another's plate; I rate my freedom higher, nor will I For food and raiment truck my liberty. But, if I must to my last shifts be put, To fill a bladder, and twelve yards of gut, Rather with counterfeited wooden leg, And my right arm...
Strana 46 - On Butler who can think without just Rage, The Glory, and the Scandal of the Age? Fair stood his Hopes, when first he came to Town, Met...
Strana 37 - We've a good King already: and he deserves laughter That will trouble his head with who shall come after: Come, here's to his Health, and I wish he may be As free from all Care, and all Trouble, as we. What care I how Leagues" with the Hollander go? Or Intrigues betwixt Sidney, and Monsieur D
Strana 47 - The wretch, at summing up his misspent days, Found nothing left, but poverty, and praise? Of all his gains by verse he could not save Enough to purchase flannel, and a grave: Reduc'd to want, he, in due time, fell sick, Was fain to die, and be interr'd on tick; And well might bless the fever that was sent, To rid him hence, and his worse fate prevent.
Strana 78 - ... the Globe up, Squeeze out the last, the slow unwilling Drop: A pox of empty Nature ! since the World's drawn dry, 'Tis time we quit mortality, 'Tis time we now give out, and die, Lest we are plagu'd with Dulness and Sobriety.