Lives of the Poets, Volume 1 by Samuel Johnson
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Who by resolves and vows engag'd _does_ stand For days, that yet belong to fate, _Does_, like an unthrift, mortgage his estate, Before it falls into his hand; The bondman of the cloister so, All that he _does_ receive _does_ always owe: And still, as time comes in, it goes away, Not to enjoy, but debts to pay! Unhappy slave, and pupil to a bell, Which his hour's work, as well as hours, _does_ tell! Unhappy till the last, the kind releasing knell. His heroick lines are often formed of monosyllables; but yet they are sometimes sweet and sonorous. He says of the Messiah: Round the whole earth his dreaded name shall sound, _And reach to worlds that must not yet be found_. In another place, of David: Yet bid him go securely, when he sends; _'Tis Saul that is his foe, and we his friends. The man who has his God, no aid can lack; And we who bid him go, will bring him back._ Yet, amidst his negligence, he sometimes attempted an improved and scientifick versification; of which it will be best to give his own |
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