Chapter 57
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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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Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.
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Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159.
For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[12]
[Note 12: See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 83.]
Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108.
The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.
_Epilogue to the Satires_.
Dialogue i. Line 136.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
_Epitaph on Gay_.
Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.
THE DUNCIAD.
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And solid pudding against empty praise.
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All crowd, who foremost shall be d.a.m.ned to fame.
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