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Page 109
Time , lodg'd in their own hands , is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to Wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone : ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool , And scarce in human wisdom to do more .
Time , lodg'd in their own hands , is Folly's vails ; That lodg'd in Fate's , to Wisdom they consign ; The thing they can't but purpose , they postpone : ' Tis not in folly , not to scorn a fool , And scarce in human wisdom to do more .
Page 128
By that untut rd , Contemplation raves ; And Nature's fool by Wisdom's is outdone . Wisdom , tho ' richer than Peruvian mines , And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive , What is the , but the means of Happiness ?
By that untut rd , Contemplation raves ; And Nature's fool by Wisdom's is outdone . Wisdom , tho ' richer than Peruvian mines , And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive , What is the , but the means of Happiness ?
Page 139
Aid me , great Homer ! with thy Epic rules , To take a catalogue of Britih fools . Satire ! had I thy Dorfet's force divine , A knave , or fool , should perif in each line ; Tho ' , for the first , all Westminster should plead ...
Aid me , great Homer ! with thy Epic rules , To take a catalogue of Britih fools . Satire ! had I thy Dorfet's force divine , A knave , or fool , should perif in each line ; Tho ' , for the first , all Westminster should plead ...
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Collin and Lucy a Ballad | 84 |
On the Death of the Lord Protector | 91 |
Satire | 135 |
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