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A man he was to all the country dear,And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
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Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway,And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
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Even children followed with endearing wile,And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
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The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
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To me more dear, congenial to my heart,One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
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And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy,The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
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Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
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O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
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Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe,That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
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I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wines.
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The very pink of perfection.
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A modest woman, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
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The first blow is half the battle.
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We are the boysWhere the thundering cannons roar.
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They liked the book the better the more it made them cry.
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Oh sir! I must not tell my age. They say women and music should never be dated.
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Baw! Damme, but I'll fight you both, one after the other!With baskets.
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We modest Gentlemen don't want for much success among the women.
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Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we seeOil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
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A flattering painter, who made it his careTo draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
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Here lies David Garrick, describe me, who can,An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
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As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.
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On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.
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Who peppered the highest was surest to please.
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The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
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