Date: 1787
"Your heavy fat, I will maintain, / Is perfect birdlime of the brain; / And, as to goldfinches the birdlime clings-- / Fat holds ideas by the legs and wings."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1787
"Fat flattens the most brilliant thoughts, / Like the buff-stop on harpsichords, or spinets-- / Muffling their pretty little tuneful throats, / That would have chirp'd away like linnets."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1788
"Who for such perishable gaudes would put / A yoke upon his free unbroken spirit, / And gall himself with trammels and the rubs / Of this world's business; so he might stand clear / Of judgment and the tax of idleness / In that dread audit, when his mortal hours / (Which now with soft and silent ...
preview | full record— Crowe, William (1745-1829)
Date: 1790
"The passions join the fierce invading host; / And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost-- / Passions that in a martingale should move; / Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love."
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Date: 1790
'While we converse together, and I feel / 'Secret correction from the bolt of truth / 'Shot home, my better soul in triumph rides, / Borne on the wings of reason to her throne."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)
Date: 1792
"Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1793
"Exulting Reason from her bondage springs, / Claims Heav'n's wide range, and spreads her eagle wings; / While Superstition, lodg'd with bats and owls, / With Horror, and the hopeless maniac, howls."
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Date: 1793
"But wicked man! what does he, carnal wretch, / With all his horse-like passions on full stretch?"
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Date: 1816
"Know, lovely virgin, thy deluding art / Hath lodg'd a thousand scorpions in my breast."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)