...(talks, with huge gigantick Pace, Meafuring the Globe, like Time, withconftant Race. Cong. What (hall I do to be for ever known, And make the Age to come my own ? I fhall, like Beads, or common People, die, Unlefs you write my Elegy. Whilft others great by being...

...Story of Aglaiis with fo much Pleafure, was no Stranger to Courts, nor infenfible of Praife. Whatjhall I do to be for ever known, And make the Age to come my owa ? was the Refult of a laudable Ambition. It was not till after frequent Difappointments, that he...

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...one, who. being confcious of no guilt, is not a,,;.;J to be remembered by poilerky. '**• What (hall I do to be for ever known, " And make the age to come my own ?" fays the celebrated Cowley. Would Dr. Stebbing then, after deccafc, be titan forgatte*, at m Jfad...

...when his Ambition prompts him to begin, with Cowley, to alk himfelf this Queftion, What jhall I da to be for ever known, And make the Age to come my own ? on looking about him, he will find many Avenues to the Temple of Fame barred againft him; but fome...

...Ornament ; when his Ambition prompts him to begin, with Cawley, to afk himfelf this Qutftion, Wbaljball I do to be for ever known,. And make the Age to. come my c-wn ? • , • - - .' ..I.-.. • . - ' * on looking about him, he will find many Avenues to the...

.... '. • , ...... POEMS OF MR. A. CO VV LE Y. I. THE MOTTO. fen.tanda via eft, &c. VIRG. WHAT fhall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? [a] ' # * * * Hence all the flattering vanities, that lay Nets of rofes in the way. Hence the defire...

...difpofed for a moment to look down with equal contempt upon the brutes and the common people ! What mall I do, to be for ever known,. And make the age to come my own ? I Ihall like beafts or common people die, Unlefs you write my elegy *. Virgil, • The learned and...

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...difpofed for a moment to look down with equal contempt upon the brutes and the common people ! What fhall I do, to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? I fhall like beafts or common people die, ' Unlefs you write my elegy *_ Virgil, defcribing a plague...