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Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
A Long Story.
1728 - 1774.
The Good-natured Man.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.f
She stoops to Conquer.
Act i. Sc. 2.
A concatenation accordingly.
But there's no love lost between us.
* "Rich with the spoils of nature.” -Sir Thomas BROWNE, Relig. Med , Sect. xii.
† “Of this stamp is the cant of Not men, but measures ; a sort of charm by which many people get loose from every honorable engagement.” — BURKE, Present Discontents.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,
And leaves the wretch to weep.
If not first, in the very first line.
Haunch of Venison. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt ; It ’s like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.*
* “If your friend is in want, don't carry him to the tavern, where you treat yourself as well as him, and entail a thirst and headache upon him next morning. To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.”.
Том Brown, Breen's English Literature.
By the glare of false science betrayed,
1741 - 1764.
Epistle to William Hogarth.
A Prayer for Indifference.
Which, like the needle true,
But, turning, trembles too.
“The pretty Fanny Macartney.” — Walpole's Memoirs.
1759 - 1796.
By passion driven;
Was light from heaven.
And, like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
Epistle to a Young Friend.
For Deity offended !
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser !
Contemplation. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ;
All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around,
Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.