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... sin to steal; We to your practice from your text appeal. You steal a sermon, steal a nap ; and, pray, From dull companions don't you steal away l SUPERSTITION. THIS fav'rite maxim modern atheists boast, ' That fear EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW.
... sin to steal; We to your practice from your text appeal. You steal a sermon, steal a nap ; and, pray, From dull companions don't you steal away l SUPERSTITION. THIS fav'rite maxim modern atheists boast, ' That fear EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW.
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... fear first form'd the gods , tremendous host But let them say , the knotty point to clear , If fear made gods , who made almighty fear ON A GAMESTER AND FREETHINKER . Jacta est alea . HERE lies a sceptic , long in doubt If death could ...
... fear first form'd the gods , tremendous host But let them say , the knotty point to clear , If fear made gods , who made almighty fear ON A GAMESTER AND FREETHINKER . Jacta est alea . HERE lies a sceptic , long in doubt If death could ...
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... fear , and nothing know . From Brossin . IN the ages when innocence reign'd , ' twas a pleasure To listen to love , and encourage his fires ; No splendour persuaded , they lavish'd no treasure But of 18 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
... fear , and nothing know . From Brossin . IN the ages when innocence reign'd , ' twas a pleasure To listen to love , and encourage his fires ; No splendour persuaded , they lavish'd no treasure But of 18 EPIGRAMS OLD AND NEW .
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... fear to fly too slow , When he this useful loss discovers ; A pen's the only plume I know , That wings his pace for absent lovers . ' TULIPS AND ROSES . MY Rosa , from the latticed grove , Brought me a sweet bouquet of posies , And ask ...
... fear to fly too slow , When he this useful loss discovers ; A pen's the only plume I know , That wings his pace for absent lovers . ' TULIPS AND ROSES . MY Rosa , from the latticed grove , Brought me a sweet bouquet of posies , And ask ...
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... fear , That , bending to some other beauty , I may forget you once were dear , And vow to her my tender duty . No , loveliest ! no ; for though the youth Who sees thy charms may break for ever All former vows of plighted truth ...
... fear , That , bending to some other beauty , I may forget you once were dear , And vow to her my tender duty . No , loveliest ! no ; for though the youth Who sees thy charms may break for ever All former vows of plighted truth ...
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Page 89 - King George in a fright, Lest Gibbon should write The story of Britain's disgrace, Thought no means more sure His pen to secure, Than to give the historian a place.