Letters, Written by Jonathan Swift, D.D. Dean of St. Patrick's, Dublin. And Several of His Friends: From the Year 1703 to 1740

T. Davies, ... R. Davis, ... L. Davis and C. Reymers, ... and J. Dodsley, 1767 - 360 páginas

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Página 85 - THE Earl of Oxford was removed on Tuesday : the queen died on Sunday. What a world is this ! and how does Fortune banter us ! John Barber tells me, you have set your face toward Ireland.
Página 100 - Never repeat that melancholy tender word, that you will endeavour to forget me. I am sure I never can forget you, till I meet with (what is impossible) another, whose conversation I can delight so much in as Dr.
Página 147 - Derry, who has scarcely left behind him his equal in humanity, agreeable conversation, and all kinds of learning. We have often talked of you with great pleasure, and upon this occasion I cannot but reflect upon myself, who, at the same time that I omit no opportunity of expressing my esteem for you to others, have been so negligent in doing it to yourself. I have several times taken up my pen to write to you, but have...
Página 153 - The greatest pleasure I have met with for some months, is in the conversation of my old friend Dr. Smalridge* ; who, since the death of the excellent man you mention, is to me the most candid and agreeable of all bishops ; I would say clergymen, were not deans comprehended under that title. We have often talked of you ; and when I assure you he has an exquisite taste of writing, I need not tell you how he talks on such a subject.
Página 101 - I can delight so much in as Dr. Swift's, and yet that is the smallest thing I ought to value you for. That hearty sincere friendship, that plain and open ingenuity in all your commerce, is what I am sure I never can find in another man. I shall want often a faithful monitor, one that would vindicate me behind my back, and tell me my faults to my face. God knows I write this with tears in my eyes.
Página 38 - I will plague you a little, by telling you the dragon dies hard. He is now kicking and cuffing about him like the devil : and you know parliamentary management is the forte, but no hopes of any settlement between the two champions.
Página 170 - Now the king has adopted it, and calls it his beloved child ; though, perhaps, you may say, if he loves it no better than his son, it may not be saying much...
Página 74 - I OWN it looks unkind in me not to thank you, in all this time, for your sincere kind letter ; but I was resolved to stay till I could tell you the queen had got so far the better of the dragon, as to take her power out of his hands. He has been the most ungrateful man to her, and to all his best friends, that ever was born.
Página 314 - I am impatient to finish my work, for I want the country air; not that I am ill, but to recover my strength : and I cannot leave my work till it is finished.
Página 228 - I am then, two-thirds restored, my person safe (unless I meet hereafter with harder treatment than even that of Sir Walter Raleigh ;) and my estate, with all the other property I have acquired or may acquire, secured to me. But the attainder is kept carefully and prudently in force, lest so corrupt a member should come again into the House of Lords, and his bad leaven should sour that sweet untainted mass.

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