Part 57 (1/2)

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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.

SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE Prologue, Line 1.

Shut, shut the door, good John.

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E'en Sunday s.h.i.+nes no Sabbath day to me.

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Who pens a stanza when he should engross.

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As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.

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Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,

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d.a.m.n with faint praise, a.s.sent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.

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Who breaks a b.u.t.terfly upon a wheel?

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Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Book ii. Satire i. Line 6.

Lord f.a.n.n.y spins a thousand such a day.

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