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- Prologue to Satires (166) [Words]
Why did I write? what sin to me unknown
Dipt me in ink, my parent', or my own?
As yet a child, not yet a fool to fame,
I lisp'd in number, for the numbers came.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 125) [Authorship]
Then from the Mint walks forth the man of rhyme,
Happy to catch me, just at dinner-time.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 13) [Poets]
The bard whom pilfer'd pastorals renown,
Who turns a Persian tale for half a crown,
Just writes to make his barrenness appear,
And strains from hard-bound brains eight lines a year.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 179) [Poets]
And he whose fustian's so sublimely bad,
It is not poetry, but prose run mad.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 185) [Poets]
Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;
Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike;
Alike reserv'd to blame, or to commend,
A tim'rous foe, and a suspicious friend.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 201)
[Proverbs : Satire]
By flatterers besieged
And so obliging that he ne'er obliged.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 207) [Flattery]
So obliging that he ne'er obliged.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 207) [Proverbs]
Oh! let me live my own, and die so too!
(To live and die is all I have to do:)
Maintain a poet's dignity and ease,
And see what friends, and read what books I please.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 261) [Freedom]
I was not born for Courts or great affairs;
I pay my debts, believe, and say my pray'rs.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 268) [Humility]
Curst be the verse, how well soe'er it flow,
That tends to make one worthy man my foe,
Give virtue scandal, innocence a fear,
Or from the soft-eyed virgin steal a tear!
- Prologue to Satires (l. 283) [Poetry]
Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel?
Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
- Prologue to Satires (l. 307),
(Sporus is Lord John Hervey) [Satire]
Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 315) [Smiles]
Beauty that shocks you, parts that none will trust,
Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 332) [Character]
To laugh were want of goodness and of grace;
And to be grave, exceeds all pow'r of face.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 35) [Laughter]
Lull'd by soft zephyrs thro' the broken pane.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 42) [Zephyrs]
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 5) [Oratory]
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 61) [Printing]
No creature smarts so little as a fool.
- Prologue to Satires (l. 84)
[Folly : Proverbs]
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms!
The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
But wonder how the devil they got there.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 169) [Wonder]
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 197)
Like Cato, give his little senate laws,
And sit attentive to his own applause.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 207)
On wings of wind came flying all abroad.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 208) [Haste]
Me let the tender office long engage
To rock the cradle of reposing age;
With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
Explore the thought, explain the asking eye!
And keep awhile one parent from the sky.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 408) [Age]
Destroy his fib, or sophistry--in vain!
The creature's at his dirty work again.
- Prologue to the Satires (l. 91)
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