The Works of Dr. Jonathan Swift, Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin, Volume 16

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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 98 - 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.
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Página 277 - tis eafy to defcry She wants affiftance more than I ; Yet Teems to feel my pains alone, And is a Stoic in her own. When, among fcholars, can we find So foft and yet fo firm a mind...

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