The World as it Goes: Exemplified in the Characters of Nations, States, Princes, Peers, Judges, Counsellors, Senators, Gamblers, Poets, Players, Pimps, and Parasites: with an Exquisite Group of Ladies, Highly Finished
J. Fielding, 1781 - 48 pages
ambition appears aſs BEAUMONT beauty beſt break breaſt breath called captain cauſe characters charms courſe courts dead DOCTOR doth draw drown DRYDEN dull EARL Errors eyes face fair faith fate fear fellow firſt folly fool force fortune foul give gods grace grief grows guilt hand hath heart heaven himſelf holding honeſt honour houſe Ibid innocence JOHNSON juſt Keep KING LADY land laſt live looks LORD LORD Lothario mankind melted MICHIGAN mind moſt muſt nature never night o'er OTWAY paſſion peace poor Pope PRINCE reſt ride Rowe rule ſay ſee ſenſe SHAKESP ſhall ſhame ſhe SHILLINGS ſhine ſhould ſome ſoul ſpeak ſpring ſtill ſuch ſweet Tell thee theſe thing THOMSON thoſe thou thoughts turn vice virtue whore zeal
Page 12 - 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 9 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
Page 8 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 42 - Read much, and look'd as tho' he meant To be a fop no more. See him to LINCOLN'S-!NN repair. His refolution flag ; He cherimes a length of hair, And tucks it in a bag. Nor COKE nor SALKELD he regards, • But gets into the houfe, And foon a judge's rank rewards His pliant votes and bows. Adieu ye bobs ! ye bags give place...
Page 5 - Th' avenging fiend that follows us behind With whips and stings. The blest...
Page 28 - Let Fortune empty her whole quiver on me, I have a soul, that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more.
Page 30 - twould a saint provoke" (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke), " No, let a charming chintz, and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And, Betty, give this cheek a little red.
Page 33 - Who gain'd no Title, and who loft no Friend, ' Ennobled by himfelf, by all approv'd, * Prais'd, wept, and honour'd, by the Mufe he lov'd.