Samuel Garth,
The Dispensary — Canto I.
(1714)
“ Thrice strove to rise, and thrice sunk down agen. Listless he stretch'd, and gaping rubb'd his Eyes, Then falter'd thus betwixt half Words and Sighs How impotent a Deity am I! With Godhead born, but curs'd, that cannot die! ”
Samuel Garth,
The Dispensary — Canto I.
(1714)
“ Basks in their Eyes, and sparkles in their Face. How sleek their Looks, how goodly is their Mien, When big they strut behind a double Chin. Each Faculty in Blandishments they lull, Aspiring to be venerably dull. ”
Samuel Garth,
The Dispensary — Canto I.
(1714)
“ With mighty Truths, mysterious to descry, Which in the Womb of distant Causes lye. But now no grand Enquiries are descry'd, Mean Faction reigns, where Knowledge shou'd preside, Feuds are encreas'd, and Learning laid aside. ”
