2012, ISBN: 1235982858

[EAN: 9781235982859], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers c… More...

[EAN: 9781235982859], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1792 Excerpt: .shape of love destroy: My shanks, sunk eyes, and noseless face, Prove my pretension to the place. Stone urg'd his ever-growing force. And, next, Consumption's meagre corse, With seeble voice, that scarce was heard, Broke with short coughs, his suit preserr'd. Let none object my ling'ring way, I gain, like Fabius, by delay; Fatigue and weaken ev'ry foe By long attack, secure, though flow. Plague represents his rapid power, Who thinn'd a nation in an hour. All All spoke their claim, and hopM the waai, Now expectation husiVd the band, When thus the Monarch from the throne. Merit was ever modest known. What, no Physician speak his right! None here! but sees their toils requite. Let then Intemp'rance take the wand, Who sills with gold their zealous hand. You, Fever, Gout, and all the rest, (Whom wary men, as foes, detest) Forego your claim; no more pretend: Intemp'rance is esteem'd a friend; He shares their mirth, their social joys. And, as a courted guest, destroys. The charge on him must justly fall, Who finds empleyment for you all. FABLE A Gard'ner, of peculiar taste, On a young Hog his favour plac'd; Who sed not with the common herd; His tray was to the hall prescrr'd. He wallow'd underneath the board, Or in his master's chamber fnor'd;) Who fondly stroak'd him ev'ry day, And taught him all the puppy's play. Where'er he went, the grunting friend Ne'er fail'd his pleasure to attend. G As on a time, the loving pair Walk'd forth to tend the garden's care, The Master thus address'd the Swine: My house, my garden, all is thine. On turnips feast whene'er you please, And riot in my beans and pease; f the potatoe's taste delights, Or the red carrot's sweet invites, Indulge thy morn and evening hour's But let due care regard my flowers: My tulips are my garden's p.<