Part 3 — Canto iii. Line 16.
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At every word a reputation dies.
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The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine.
SATIRES AND IMITATIONS OF HORACE
Prologue, Line 1.
Shut, shut the door, good John.
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E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.
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Who pens a stanza when he should engross.
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As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came.
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Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne,
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Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer.
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Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?
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Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Book ii. Satire i. Line 6. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.
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Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet.
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Then St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.