Thus, if small things we may with great compare.
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_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry_.
Chapter xi.
Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
And make two lovers happy.
* * * * *
_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt_.
Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
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THOMAS TICKELL.
1686-1740.
_On the Death of Addison_. Line 45.
Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.
Line 79.
There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high
The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.
_Colin and Lucy_.
I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay,
I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.
* * * * *
JOHN GAY.
1688-1732.
_What D'ye Call 't_.
Act ii. Sc. 9.
So comes a reckoning when the banquet's o'er,
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.
* * * * *
_Beggars' Opera_.
Act i. Sc. 1.
O'er the hills and far away.
* * * * *
How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away.
FABLES.
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