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_School for Scandal_. Act i. Sc. 1.
You shall see a beautiful quarto page, where
a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a
meadow of margin.
Act iii. Sc. 3.
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass;
Drink to the lass;
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
_The Duenna_. Act i. Sc. 2.
I ne'er could any lustre see
In eyes that would not look on me;
I ne'er saw nectar on a lip
But where my own did hope to sip.
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_Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas_.
The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted
to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.
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GEORGE CRABBE.
1754-1832.
_Parish Register_.
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering taper to the sun.
_The Borough Schools_.
Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.
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_The Borough Placers_.
In this fool's paradise lie drank delight.
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