ISBN: 9781231069042

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 108 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Pur… Plus…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 108 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: . . . language birth, And forcd the floodgates of licentious mirth; For sea-born Venus her attachment shows Still to that element, from which she rose, And with a, quiet, which no fumes disturb, Sips meek infusions of a milder herb. The emphatic speaker dearly loves to oppose, Tn contact inconvenient, nose to nose, As if the gnomon on his neighbours phiz, Touchd with the magnet had attracted his. His whisperd theme, dilated and at large, Proves after all a wind-guns airy charge, An extract of his diary--no more, A tasteless journal of the day before. He walkd abroad, oertaken in the rain, Calld on a friend, drank tea, steppd home again, Resumd his purpose, had a world of talk With one he stumbled on, and lost his walk. interrupt him with a sudden bow, Adieu, dear sir! lest you should lose it now. I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman thats all perfume; The sights enough--no need to smell a beau--Who thrusts his nose into a rareeshow His odoriferous attempts to please Perhaps might prosper with a swarm of bees; But we that make no honey, though we sting, Poets, are sometimes apt to maul the thing. Tis wrong to bring into a mixd resort, What makes some sick, and others a-la-mort. Vol. XXXVI. P An argument of cogence, we may say, Why such a one should keep himself away. A graver coxcomb we may sometimes gee, Quite as absurd, though not so light as he: A shallow brain behind a serious mask, An oracle within an empty cask, The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge; He says but little, and that little said Owes all its weight, like loaded dice, to lead. His wit invites you by his looks to come, Hut when you knock it never is at home. Tis like a parcel sent you by the stage, Some handsome. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<