The Scots Magazine, Volume 5

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Sands, Brymer, Murray and Cochran, 1743

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Page 131 - For others' hearts, tenacious of their own; And we no less of ours, when such the bait. Ye Fortune's cofferers! ye powers of Wealth ! Can gold gain friendship? impudence of hope! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love.
Page 447 - Luxury, my lords, is to be taxed, but vice prohibited, let the difficulty in the law be what it will. Would you lay a tax upon a breach of the ten commandments ? Would not such a tax be wicked and scandalous...
Page 79 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 318 - Tho' dead may be so far removed ; Only ye vail of flesh between, Perhaps yy watch us though unseen. Whilst we, ylr loss lamenting, say, They're out of hearing far away ; Guardians to us perhaps they're near Concealed in vehicles of air — And yet no notices yy give Nor tell us where, nor how yy live ; Tho...
Page 79 - ... immortal. All men think all men mortal but themselves ; Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread : But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close; where past the shaft no trace is found.
Page 89 - Opening of this) feems to us highly derogatory to the Rights, Honour and Dignity of the great Council of the Nation, and a very dangerous Precedent to future Times.
Page 97 - That an humble addrefs be prefented to his majefty, that he will be gracioufly...
Page 273 - Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates! And give the King of Glory to come in. Who is the King of Glory ? he who left His throne of glory for the pang of death. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates!
Page 131 - So sung Philander, as his friend went round In the rich ichor, in the generous blood Of Bacchus, purple god of joyous wit, A brow solute, and ever-laughing eye.
Page 183 - ... and business, debauching their morals, and inciting them to perpetrate all manner of vices; and the ill consequences of the excessive use of such liquors are not confined to the present generation, but extend to future ages, and tend to the devastation and ruin, of this kingdom...

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