Sweet were his kisses on my balmy lips, Behn's Abdelazar. He scarce afforded one kind parting word, Otway's Orphan. Oh! could I give the world; Southern's Disappointment. Oh! Isidora, where Where are you loitering now when Guido's here? Idler, and press your rich red lips until The colour flies. Proctor's Mirandola, a. 2, s. 1. KNOWLEDGE. Deep subtle wits, In truth, are master spirits in the world. The brave man's courage, and the student's lore, Who hath the skill to use them. Joanna Baillie's Basil, a. 2, s. 3. Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance. Byron's Manfred, a. 2, s. 4. Knowledge is as food, and needs no less. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 7. Not to know at large of things remote Ibid, b. 8. Voracious learning, often over-fed, Young's Night Thoughts, n. 5, Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords Ibid. The clouds may drop down titles and estates; Ibid. n. 8. Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Cowper's Task, b. 6. L. LABOUR. Cheer'd with the view, man went to till the ground LAW. Porteus's Death. The laws have cast me off from every claim Joanna Baillie's Orra, a. 1, s. 2. LAWYERS. I oft have heard him say, how he admired Ben Jonson's Volpone. So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue, One that not long since was the buckram scribe, Ibid. Beaumont's Spanish Curate. 4 Rogues that can extract Fines out of looks, and death from double meanings. I heard the deep-mouth'd pack, that scented blood These Insnare the wretched in the toils of law, Ibid. Thomson's Seasons-Autumn. Drag forth the legal monsters into light, Wrench from their hands oppression's iron rod, LIBERTY. Ibid-Winter. Oh! give me liberty! For were ev'n Paradise my prison, Still I should long to leap the chrystal walls. Dryden's Don Sebastian. A day, an hour of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Addison's Cato. What is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun : 'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish.. Ibid. When liberty is lost, Let abject cowards live; but in the brave Thomson's Sophonisba. The greatest glory of a free-born people, Havard's Regulus. Mankind are all, by nature, free and equal, Duncombe's Junius Brutus. O Liberty! Heav'n's choice prerogative! Brooke's Gustavus Vasa. Freedom is The brilliant gift of Heav'n, 'tis reason's self, The kin of Deity. What are fifty, what a thousand slaves Match'd to the sinew of a single arm Ibid. That strikes for liberty? Perish the barb'rous maxims of the East, Which basely would enslave the free-born mind, And plunder man of the best gift of Heav'n, His liberty of soul. Ibid. Hannah More's Daniel, pt. 3. Rather seek Our own good from ourselves, and from our own Live to ourselves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easy yoke Of servile pomp. Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 2. |