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ODE X. TO ROMEO,
On his late Fall from his Curricle.
Rectius vives, Licini, neque altum.
Sound, Romeo, sound a wise retreat,
For though the town's applause is sweet,
It's hiss is dire and horrid:
Nor when you give the boards the slip,
And change the truncheon for the whip,
Pave Pall Mall with your forehead.
For though the town's applause is sweet,
It's hiss is dire and horrid:
Nor when you give the boards the slip,
And change the truncheon for the whip,
Pave Pall Mall with your forehead.
Philosophy nor wastes nor spares,
Starves not to benefit his heirs,
Nor spends his all in riot;
Dines not at nine a Duke to meet,
Nor dives at one, in Dyot Street,
For Ordinary diet.
Starves not to benefit his heirs,
Nor spends his all in riot;
Dines not at nine a Duke to meet,
Nor dives at one, in Dyot Street,
For Ordinary diet.
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When ice encrusts the slippery bank,
The tallest fall with heaviest spank,
(The bard who writes has felt it,)
The bolt that strikes thy dome, Saint Paul,
Sweeps o'er the cobler in his stall,
And leaves his wax unmelted.
The tallest fall with heaviest spank,
(The bard who writes has felt it,)
The bolt that strikes thy dome, Saint Paul,
Sweeps o'er the cobler in his stall,
And leaves his wax unmelted.
When caution's doublet cloaks the breast,
We fear the worst, we hope the best;
Last Wednesday seem'd a dry day,
But Jove pour'd down a waterfall
That spoilt our party to Vauxhall;
What then?—We went on Friday!
We fear the worst, we hope the best;
Last Wednesday seem'd a dry day,
But Jove pour'd down a waterfall
That spoilt our party to Vauxhall;
What then?—We went on Friday!
Would you Contentment's bower approach,
Walk, or when cloudy, call a coach;
When Sirius rages, boat it;
When quizzers roast you, silent sit;
And when admirers hail your wit,
Suspect Joe Miller wrote it.
Walk, or when cloudy, call a coach;
When Sirius rages, boat it;
When quizzers roast you, silent sit;
And when admirers hail your wit,
Suspect Joe Miller wrote it.
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