The St. James's Magazine, Bind 1Robert Lloyd W. Flexney ... T. Davies ... and J. Coote, 1762 |
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... thro ' the feafons monthly fing Sweet WINTER , AUTUMN , SUMMER , SPRING , BOOKSELLER . Ah , fir ! I fee you love to jeft , I did but hint things for the best . Do what you please , ' tis your defign , And if it fails , no blame is mine ...
... thro ' the feafons monthly fing Sweet WINTER , AUTUMN , SUMMER , SPRING , BOOKSELLER . Ah , fir ! I fee you love to jeft , I did but hint things for the best . Do what you please , ' tis your defign , And if it fails , no blame is mine ...
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... thro ' the Air , Free leave have fuch at home to fit , And write a Regimen for Wit : To clip our Pinions let them try , Not having heart themselves to fly . It was the HOUR , when Devotees Breathe pious curfes on their knees , When they ...
... thro ' the Air , Free leave have fuch at home to fit , And write a Regimen for Wit : To clip our Pinions let them try , Not having heart themselves to fly . It was the HOUR , when Devotees Breathe pious curfes on their knees , When they ...
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... thro ' his hands , and runs to water , Becomes a Stream , in which the POET , If He has any Wit , may fhew it . A City once for Pow'r renown'd , Now levell'd even to the ground , Beyond all doubt is a direction To introduce fome fine ...
... thro ' his hands , and runs to water , Becomes a Stream , in which the POET , If He has any Wit , may fhew it . A City once for Pow'r renown'd , Now levell'd even to the ground , Beyond all doubt is a direction To introduce fome fine ...
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... all care and toil endures- The Profit , CRAPE , will all be Yours . A Mitre , ( for , this arduous task Perform'd , they'll grant whate'er I afk ) A A Mitre ( and perhaps the beft ) Shall thro 44 The St. JAMES's MAGAZINE ,
... all care and toil endures- The Profit , CRAPE , will all be Yours . A Mitre , ( for , this arduous task Perform'd , they'll grant whate'er I afk ) A A Mitre ( and perhaps the beft ) Shall thro 44 The St. JAMES's MAGAZINE ,
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Robert Lloyd. A Mitre ( and perhaps the beft ) Shall thro ' my Intereft make thee bleft . And at this time , when gracious FATE Dooms to the Scot the reins of State , Who is more fit ( and for your use We could some instances produce ) ...
Robert Lloyd. A Mitre ( and perhaps the beft ) Shall thro ' my Intereft make thee bleft . And at this time , when gracious FATE Dooms to the Scot the reins of State , Who is more fit ( and for your use We could some instances produce ) ...
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Side 152 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Side 33 - And surely one of the best rules in conversation is, never to say a thing which any of the company can reasonably wish we had rather left unsaid; nor can there anything be well more contrary to the ends for which people meet together, than to part unsatisfied with each other or themselves.
Side 36 - I conceive their refinements were grounded upon reason, and that a little grain of the romance is no ill ingredient to preserve and exalt the dignity of human nature, without which it is apt to degenerate into everything that is sordid, vicious, and low.
Side 32 - French, from whence we borrow the word, have a quite different idea of the thing, and so had we in the politer age of our fathers. Raillery was to say something that at first appeared a reproach or reflection, but by some turn of wit, unexpected and surprising, ended always in a compliment, and to the advantage of the person it was addressed to.
Side 31 - That is to say, five or six men who had writ plays, or at least prologues, or had share in a miscellany, came thither and entertained one another with their trifling composures, in so important an air as if they had been the noblest efforts of human nature or that the fate of kingdoms depended on them.
Side 36 - First's reign; and from what we read of those times, as well as from the accounts I have formerly met with from some who lived in that court, the methods then used for raising and cultivating conversation were altogether different from ours: several ladies whom we find celebrated by the poets of that...
Side 34 - ... are so ready to lapse into barbarity. This, among the Romans, was the raillery of slaves, of which we have many instances in Plautus. It seems to have been introduced among us by Cromwell,* who, by preferring the scum of the people, made it a court entertainment...
Side 31 - Will's coffeehouse, where the wits (as they were called) used formerly to assemble ; that is to say, five or six men, who had writ plays, or at least prologues, or had share in a miscellany, came thither, and entertained one another with their trifling composures, in so important an air, as if they had been...
Side 32 - It now passes for raillery to run a man down in discourse, to put him out of countenance, and make him ridiculous ; sometimes to expose the defects of his person or understanding; on all which occasions, he is obliged not to be angry, to avoid the imputation of not being able to take a jest.
Side 207 - tis a voice from the tomb; ' Come, Lucy (it cries), come away; The grave of thy Colin has room To rest thee beside his cold clay.' ' I come, my dear shepherd! I come; Ye friends and companions! adieu; I haste to my Colin's dark home, To die on his bosom so true.