The Works, of the Right Honourable Sir Chas. Hanbury Williams ...: From the Originals in the Possession of His Grandson the Right Hon. the Earl of Essex [and Others], Band 1

E. Jeffery and son, 1822
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Seite 95 - Who then shall grace, or who improve the soil? Who plants like Bathurst, or who builds like Boyle.
Seite 72 - There are many sentiments in the character of Lady Betty Modish that I may almost say were originally her own, or only dressed with a little more care than when they negligently fell from her lively humor.
Seite 41 - CUNNINGHAM. even no lawyer would come up to the Billingsgate with which she was animated herself, she appeared in the court of justice, and with some wit and infinite abuse, treated the laughing public with the spectacle of a woman who had held the reins of empire, metamorphosed into the widow Blackacre. Her grandson, in his suit, demanded a sword set with diamonds, given to his grandsire by the Emperor. " I retained it," said the beldam, " lest he should pick out the diamonds and pawn them.
Seite 86 - Her breaking face foretold her breaking heart. At Leicester House her passion first began, And Nanty Lowther was a pretty man : But when the Princess did to Kew remove, She could not bear the absence of her love : Away she flew...
Seite 125 - I've got a ray of Phoebus' shine. Found in the bottom of a mine: A lawyer's conscience, large and fair Fit for a judge himself to wear. In a thumb-vial you shall see, Close cork'd, some drops of honesty, Which, after searching kingdoms round, At last were in a cottage found : An antidote, if such there be, Against the charms of flattery.
Seite 84 - There were Chesterfield and Fanny, In that eternal whisper which begun Ten years ago, and never will be done; For though you know he sees her every day, Still he has ever something new to say.
Seite 74 - He rolls his stockings still, white gloves he wears, And in the boxes with the beaux appears ; His eyes through wrinkled corners cast their rays, Still he bows graceful, still soft things he says ; And, still remembering that he once was young, He strains his crippled knees and struts along.
Seite 108 - I'm not to be stinted in pleasure, Then, prithee, dear BETTY ! be kind! For as I love thee beyond measure, To numbers I'll not be confined! Count the bees that on Hybla are straying! Count the flowers that enamel the fields! Count the flocks that on Tempe are playing; Or the grains that each Sicily yields! Count how many stars are in heaven!
Seite 72 - Who serv'd through all the glorious wars in Flanders; Frank and good-natur'd, of an honest heart, Loving to act the steady, friendly part: None led through youth a gayer life than he, Cheerful in converse, smart in repartee: Sweet was his night, and joyful was his day, He din'd with Walpole, and with Oldfield lay...
Seite 235 - I'll always order dinner • Br though folemn, yet is fly, And leers at Poll with roguifh eye To make the girl a finner. VII. Powell, d'ye hear, let's have the ham, Some chickens and a chine of lamb — And what elfe...

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