Gotham. book 1-3. The candidate. The farewell. The times. Independence. The journeyJ. Churchill and W. Flexney, 1774 |
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againſt APICIUS Bard baſe Becauſe beſt bleffed brave breaſt call'd caufe cauſe CHURCHILL reign courſe crown curfe dar'd dare diff'rent doth dreft dull e'en eaſe ev'ry facred fafe fair falſe fame fear fecure fhall firſt fix'd flain flaves fleep Flow'r foes Folly fome Fools foul ftill fuch gen'ral give GOTHAM fing grace hath heart Heav'n herſelf himſelf honeft Honour Juftice juſt King laft land laſt lefs live Lord mighty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Nature Ne'er never o'er paffion paſs paſt pleaſe pleaſure pow'r praife praiſes of fo preſent pride profe proud purpoſes Reaſon Rejoice rife rime ſcarce ſcorn ſeems Senfe Senſe ſhall ſhame ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſport ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrain ſtrong ſuch Thee themſelves theſe thofe thoſe Thou thouſand thro throne truft turn'd uſe Vice Virtue voice Whilft whofe whoſe wiſh ye happy GOTHAMITES zeal
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Page 197 - O'er his bare bones : his face so very thin, So very narrow, and so much beat out That physiognomists have made a doubt, Proportion lost, expression quite forgot, Whether it could be call'da face or not : At end of it, howe'er...
Page 193 - Judgment grac'd, Of Virtue far above temptation's Reach, And Honour, which not malice can impeach? Believe it not— 'twas NATURE'S...
Page 104 - Authority, who flumbers there In robes of Watchman's fur, gives up his chair, With midnight howl to bay th' affrighted Moon, To walk with torches thro...
Page 143 - Tell me, or think no more of a defence, Is it a proof of love by choice to run A vagrant from Your country? P.
Page 33 - In itself charming, take new charms from place. Nothing of books, and little known of men, When the mad fit comes on, I seize the pen, Rough as they run, the rapid thoughts set down. Rough as they run, discharge them on the town.
Page 104 - To whip a top, to knuckle down at taw, To swing upon a gate, to ride a straw, To play at push-pin with dull brother peers, To belch out catches in a porter's ears, To reign the monarch of a midnight cell, To be the gaping chairman's oracle; Whilst, in most blessed union, rogue and whore Clap hands, huzza, and hiccup out, 'Encore;' Whilst gray Authority, who slumbers there In robes of watchman's fur, gives up his chair; With midnight howl to bay the...
Page 8 - Rejoice, ye happy Gothamites! rejoice; Lift up your voice on high, a mighty voice, The voice of gladness; and on every tongue, In strains of gratitude, be praises hung, The praises of so great and good a king: Shall Churchill reign, and shall not Gotham sing?
Page 131 - Tis mighty easy o'er a glass of wine On vain refinements vainly to refine, To laugh at poverty in plenty's reign, To boast of apathy when out of pain...
Page 228 - Though soft as plumage from young Zephyr's wing, His couch seems hard, and no relief can bring. Ingratitude hath planted daggers there No good man can deserve, no brave man bear.
Page 199 - O'er a brown cassock, which had once been black, Which hung in tatters on his brawny back, A sight most strange and awkward to behold, He threw a covering of blue and gold.