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Mem. 7. Some say, compared to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny; Others aver,-that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle : Strange all this difference should be, 'Twixt tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee!— filed under Contention
With more of thanks and less of thought, I strive to make my matters meet; To seek what ancient sages sought, Physic and food in sour and sweet, To take what passes in good part, And keep the hiccups from the heart.— filed under Content
With good and gentle-humored hearts I choose to chat where'er I come Whate'er the subject be that starts. But if I get among the glum I hold my tongue to tell the truth And keep my breath to cool my broth.— filed under Conversation
Rose, what is become of thy delicate hue? And where is the violet's beautiful blue? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile? That meadow, those daisies, why do they not smile? C.— filed under Flirting
Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.— filed under Hunger
I love my neighbor as myself, Myself like him too, by his leave, Nor to his pleasure, power or pelf Came I to crouch, as I conceive. Dame Nature doubtless has designed A man the monarch of his mind.— filed under Love
When things were as fine as could possibly be I thought 'twas the spring; but alas it was she.— filed under Love
Subsec. I. As clear as a whistle.— filed under Proverbs
The point is plain as a pike staff.— filed under Proverbs
God bless the King-I mean the faith's defender; God bless (no harm in blessing) the pretender; But who the pretender is, or who is King- God bless us all-that's quite another thing.— filed under Royalty
How slowly time creeps till my Phœbe returns! While amidst the soft zephyr's cool breezes I burn. Methinks if I knew whereabouts he would tread I could breathe on his wings and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes, bring hither my dear, And rest so much longer for 't when she is here.— filed under Time