| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | 2724 | This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds. |
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| 2725 | | Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. |
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| 2726 | | And live like Natures bastards, not her sons. |
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| 2727 | It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswifes wool. What need a vermeil-tincturd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? |
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| 2728 | Swinish gluttony Neer looks to heavn amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. |
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| 2729 | Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. |
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| 2730 | His rod reversd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. |
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| 2731 | Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. |
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| 2732 | But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. |
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| 2733 | Or if Virtue feeble were, Heavn itself would stoop to her. |
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| 2734 | I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forcd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. |
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| 2735 | He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. |
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