The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volumen16

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W. Bowyer, C. Bathurst, W. Owen, W. Strahan, J. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, and C. Reymers, R. Baldwin, J. Dodsley, S. Crowder and Company and B. Collins., 1765

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Página 102 - He showed me a little tract, which he designs to publish, and there your Excellency will see his whole scheme of a life academico-philosophical — I shall make you remember what you were — of a college founded for Indian scholars and missionaries...
Página 280 - Unhelp'd by practice, books, or art : For wit and humour differ quite ; That gives surprise, and this delight. Humour is odd, grotesque, and wild, Only by affectation spoil'd : 'Tis never by invention got, Men have it when they know it not.
Página 102 - I do humbly entreat your Excellency either to use such persuasions as will keep one of the first men in this kingdom, for learning and virtue, quiet at home, or assist him, by your credit, to compass his romantic design; which, however, is very noble and generous, and directly proper for a great person of your excellent education to encourage.
Página 102 - I discourage him by the coldness of courts and ministers, who will interpret all this as impossible and a vision; but nothing will do. And therefore I do humbly entreat your excellency, either to use such persuasions as will keep one of the first men in this kingdom for learning and virtue...
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Página 348 - On his own Deafness. Deaf, giddy, helpless, left alone, To all my Friends a Burthen grown, No more I hear my Church's Bell, Than if it rang out for my Knell: At Thunder now no more I start, Than at the Rumbling of a Cart: Nay, what's incredible, alack! I hardly hear a Woman's Clack.
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Página 33 - I have no reason for being so merciful to him, but out of regard to the imputation you lie under. You do not in direct terms say you are not concerned with him ; but make it an argument of your innocence, that the Examiner has declared you have nothing to do with him.
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