Vulgar words in An Essay on Man (Page 1)

This book at a glance

ass x 7
bastard x 1
blockhead x 2
buffoon x 2
damn x 6
            
pimp x 3
whore x 1
            

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What made (say Montagne, or more sage Charron) Otho a warrior, Cromwell a buffoon?

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Turn then from wits; and look on Simo's mate, No ass so meek, no ass so obstinate.

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To some, indeed, Heaven grants the happier fate, T' enrich a bastard, or a son they hate.

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Is there a lord who knows a cheerful noon Without a fiddler, flatterer, or buffoon?

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Whose table, wit or modest merit share, Unelbowed by a gamester, pimp, or play'r?

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let the secret pass, That secret to each fool, that he's an ass: The truth once told (and wherefore should we lie?)

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View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caused himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Alike reserved to blame, or to commend, A timorous foe, and a suspicious friend; Dreading even fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise:- Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?

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A lash like mine no honest man shall dread, But all such babbling blockheads in his stead.

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that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk, Satire or sense, alas!

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Could Laureate Dryden pimp and friar engage, Yet neither Charles nor James be in a rage?

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Envy must own, I live among the great, No pimp of pleasure, and no spy of state.

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True, conscious honour is to feel no sin, He's armed without that's innocent within; Be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass; Compared to this, a minister's an ass.

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Well, but the poor-the poor have the same itch; } They change their weekly barber, weekly news, Prefer a new japanner to their shoes, Discharge their garrets, move their beds, and run (They know not whither) in a chaise and one; They hire their sculler, and when once aboard, Grow sick, and damn the climate-like a lord.

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Suppose he wants a year, will you compound; And shall we deem him ancient, right and sound, Or damn to all eternity at once, At ninety-nine, a modern and a dunce?

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Not that I'd lop the beauties from his book, Like slashing Bentley with his desperate hook, Or damn all Shakespeare, like the affected fool At court, who hates whate'er he read at school.

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The play stands still; damn action and discourse, Back fly the scenes, and enter foot and horse; Pageants on pageants, in long order drawn, Peers, Heralds, Bishops, ermine, gold, and lawn; The champion too!

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Have you not seen, at Guildhall's narrow pass, Two aldermen dispute it with an ass?

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as early as I knew This town, I had the sense to hate it too; Yet here; as even in hell, there must be still One giant-vice, so excellently ill, That all beside, one pities, not abhors; As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.

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One, one man only breeds my just offence; Whom crimes gave wealth, and wealth gave impudence: Time brings all natural events to pass, And made him an attorney of an ass.

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Thou, who since yesterday hast rolled o'er all The busy, idle blockheads of the ball, Hast thou, oh, sun!

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not damn the sharper, but the dice?

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