The panorama of wit. Exhibiting the choicest epigrams in the English language |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 69
Page 2
... The doctor , not a Sherlock , I suppose , Soon lull'd his audience to a sweet repose . When now the slumberous charm was at an end , Up starts Cantab and wakes his drowsy friend . He rubb'd his eyes , and curs'd the stupid preacher 2.
... The doctor , not a Sherlock , I suppose , Soon lull'd his audience to a sweet repose . When now the slumberous charm was at an end , Up starts Cantab and wakes his drowsy friend . He rubb'd his eyes , and curs'd the stupid preacher 2.
Page 24
... charms , with edge resistless fall , And she , who meant no mischief , does it all . COURAGE MISPLAC'D . As Thomas was cudgel'd one day by his wife , He took to the street , and fled for his life : Tom's three dearest friends came by in ...
... charms , with edge resistless fall , And she , who meant no mischief , does it all . COURAGE MISPLAC'D . As Thomas was cudgel'd one day by his wife , He took to the street , and fled for his life : Tom's three dearest friends came by in ...
Page 31
... charms , to copy nature , Bloom in the morn , at ev'ning fade . THE WISDOM OF SILENCE . BECAUSE I'm silent , for a fool Beau Clincher doth me take ; I know he's one , by surer rule , For - I heard Clincher speak . THE PATTERN FOR POETS ...
... charms , to copy nature , Bloom in the morn , at ev'ning fade . THE WISDOM OF SILENCE . BECAUSE I'm silent , for a fool Beau Clincher doth me take ; I know he's one , by surer rule , For - I heard Clincher speak . THE PATTERN FOR POETS ...
Page 34
... charms , " Tis heaven to lie within her arms : And she's so charitably given , She wishes all mankind in heaven . UPON A LADY'S WRITING IN CHARAC- TERS . BELINDA sighs for Strephon , and wou'd show it , By writing thus , that none but ...
... charms , " Tis heaven to lie within her arms : And she's so charitably given , She wishes all mankind in heaven . UPON A LADY'S WRITING IN CHARAC- TERS . BELINDA sighs for Strephon , and wou'd show it , By writing thus , that none but ...
Page 40
... charm ennui away ! One want supplied would crown the whole : What wants he then ? he wants a soul . ON HOMERIDES .. BURNET and Ducket , friends in spite ,. Came hissing forth in verse ; Both were so forward , each would write ,. So dull ...
... charm ennui away ! One want supplied would crown the whole : What wants he then ? he wants a soul . ON HOMERIDES .. BURNET and Ducket , friends in spite ,. Came hissing forth in verse ; Both were so forward , each would write ,. So dull ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
APICIUS bard Bavius beauty behold blest bliss bloom boast breast bright call'd Celia charms cheek Chloe COLLEY CIBBER cries cry'd cuckold Cupid dead DEAN SWIFT dear death devil Dick e'er Epig EPIGRAM EPITAPH ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear flame fool give gold grace GREEK happy hast heart Heaven Hymen Jove King kiss knave LADY LADY'S late laugh liv'd live lord lover maid MARRIAGE married mind muse ne'er never Nevia night nymph o'er once OVID pain passion PHRYNE pity pleas'd poet poor POPE JULIUS II pow'r praise pray pride quoth scorn shine smile soul spouse Strephon sure swear sweet t'other tell Thalestris thee there's thine thing thou art thought tongue true twas twill Venus verse vext virtue Whigs Whilst wife wine wise woman wonder word wou'd wound young youth
Popular passages
Page 176 - Justice pass'd along. Before her each with clamour pleads the laws, Explain'd the matter, and would win the cause. Dame Justice weighing long the doubtful right, Takes, opens, swallows it, before their sight. The cause of strife removed so rarely well, There take (says Justice), take ye each a shell.
Page 24 - Then ventur'd to give him some sober advice — But Tom is a person of honour so nice, Too wise to take counsel, too proud to take warning, That he sent to all three a challenge next morning : Three duels he fought, thrice ventur'd his life ; Went home, and was cudgell'd again by his wife.
Page 242 - The grave Sir Gilbert holds it for a rule, That " every man in want is knave or fool : God cannot love (says Blunt, with tearless eyes) , The wretch he starves " — and piously denies : But the good Bishop, with a meeker air, 105 Admits, and leaves them, Providence's care.
Page 68 - FALSE though She be to me and Love; I'll ne'er pursue revenge! For still the Charmer I approve; Though I deplore her change! In hours of bliss, we oft have met; They could not always last! And though the present I regret; I'm grateful for the past!
Page 125 - In vain, poor sable son of woe, Thou seek'st the tender tear ; From thee in vain with pangs they flow, For mercy dwells not here. From cannibals thou fled'st in vain ; Lawyers less quarter give ; The first won't eat you till you're slain, The last will do't alive.
Page 164 - So when a child, as playful children use, Has burnt to tinder a stale last year's news, The flame extinct, he views the roving fire, There goes my lady, and there goes the 'squire ; There goes the parson, oh ! illustrious spark, And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.
Page 22 - Tis all a trick, these are all shams, By which they mean to cheat you ; But have a care, for you're the lambs, And they the wolves that eat you. Nor let the thought of no delay, To these their courts misguide you ; Tis you're the showy horse, and they The jockeys that will ride you.
Page 51 - I'll tell the signs by which you may The wandering shepherdess discover. " Coquet and coy at once her air, Both studied, though both seem neglected; Careless she is with artful care, Affecting to seem unaffected. " With skill her eyes dart every glance, Yet change so soon you'd ne'er suspect them ; For she'd persuade they wound by chance.
Page 325 - These times, though many a friend bewail, These times bewail not I. " But when the world's loud praise is thine, And spleen no more shall blame ; When with thy Homer thou...
Page 10 - A plague on Egypt's arts, I say ! Embalm the dead ! on senseless clay Rich wines and spices waste ! Like sturgeon, or like brawn, shall I Bound in a precious pickle lie, Which I can never taste ? Let me embalm this flesh of mine With turtle fat and Bourdeaux wine, And spoil th' Egyptian trade ! Than Humphrey's Duke, more happy I Embalm'd alive, old Quin shall die A mummy ready made 586.