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"The Progress of Discontent" (1750), line 39.

— Thomas Warton

O! what's a table richly spread
Without a woman at its head!

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Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.

Sonnet Written in a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon (1777)

All human race, from China to Peru,
Pleasure, howe’er disguis’d by art, pursue.

Ye fetted pinnacles, ye fanes sublime,
Ye towers that wear the mossy vest of time;
Ye massy piles of old munificence,
At once the pride of learning and defence;
Ye cloisters pale, that, lengthening to the sight,
To contemplation, step by step, invite;
Ye temples dim, where pious duty pays
Her holy hymns of everlasting praise -
Hail ! Oxford, hail !

Triumph of Isis (1749)

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