The Authors: A Satire (Richard Savage Poems)
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Bright Arts, abus'd, like Gems, receive their Flaws;Physick has Quacks, and Quirks obscure the Laws.Fables to shade Historic Truths combine,And ...
Of old, when Scarron his companions invited, Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united; If our landlord supplies us ...
Apollo.Abate, fair fugitive, abate thy speed,Dismiss thy fears, and turn thy beauteous head;With kind regard a panting lover view;Less swiftly ...
In stature the Manlet was dwarfishNo burly, big Blunderbore he;And he wearily gazed on the crawfishHis Wifelet had dressed for ...
As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procureTo swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;Thus on the stage, our ...
Of life's elixir I had writ, when sleep(Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!)Settled upon my senses with ...
A'a dear, what it is to be big! To be big i' one's own estimation,To think if we shake a lawse ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
NEXT, to a graver tribe we turn our view,And yield the praise to worth and science due,But this with serious ...
Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh, In the end of the year umteen;Of the Glugs of ...
Mr. Inkle to Mrs. Dinah Inkle, at Glocester Containing A slight Sketch of a travel'd Man--Continuation of the Ball--An Affair ...
Reputation, Love, and Death,(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath, The Midd'st compos'd of Restless Fire)From each other wou'd ...
When quacks with pills political would dope us, When politics absorbs the livelong day, I like to think ...
O GOWDIE, terror o' the whigs, Dread o' blackcoats and rev'rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an' ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
Behold the duck. It does not cluck. A cluck it lacks. It quacks. It is specially fond Of a puddle ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
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