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ISBN-10: 1236637496
ISBN-13: 9781236637499
Edition: N/A
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1729 edition. Excerpt: ...the following amiableVerses. ile Malice, Pope, denies thy page tss own celestial Fire i bile Critics, and while Bards in rage Admiring won't admire; While wayward Pens thy worth assail And envious Tongues decry, These Times tbo' many a Friend bewail, These Times bewail not I-But when the World's hud Praise is shine, And Spleen no more shall blame, When with thy Homer Thou jbalt jhine In one establish'd Fame, When none pall rail, and evVy Lay Devote a Wreath to Thee; That Day… (for come it will) that Day Shall lament to see. V. I?f. A shaggy Tapstry A sorry femd of Tap-Iby s-eduent in old Inns, made of worsted or some coarser LsF: like that which is spoken of by Doctor Berne--Faces as frightful as theirs who whtp Christ m old hrngtngs. The imagery woven in it alludes to-U- mande of Cloanthus m&rt. $. Ear-less 00 high, stood un-abash'd Defoe, And Tutchin flagrant from the scourge, below: '14 There Ridpath, Roper, cudgell'd might ye view, The very worsted still look'd black and blue: Remarks. V. 136. On Codrus' old, or DurttonV modern bedJ Of Codrus the Poet's bed see Juvenal, describing his poverty very copiously. Sat. 3. v. 103, &c. Lectus eras Codro, Sec. Codrus bad but one bed, Jo short to boot, lhat bis short Wise's port legs hung dangling out: His cupboard's bead six earthen pitchers grac'd, Beneath them teas bis trusty tankard plac'd; And to support this noble Plate, there lay A bending Chiron, cast from honest clay. Mis few Greek books a rotten chest contain'd, Whose covers much of mouldinefs complain'd, Where mice and rats devoured poetic breads And on Heroic Verse luxuriously were fed. Tis true, poor Codrus nothing had to boast, And yet poor Codrus all that nothing lost. Dtyd. lot Cmcanen in his dedication of the Letters, ...