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Sweet were his kisses on my balmy lips,
As are the breezes breath'd amidst the groves
Of ripening spices on the height of day.

Behn's Abdelazar.

He scarce afforded one kind parting word,
But went away so cold, the kiss he gave me
Seem'd the forc'd compliment of sated love.

Otway's Orphan.

Oh! could I give the world;
One kiss of thine, but thus to touch thy lips,
I were a gainer by the vast exchange.
The fragrant infancy of opening flowers,
Flow'd to my senses in that melting kiss.

Southern's Disappointment.

Oh! Isidora, where

Where are you loitering now when Guido's here?
By the bright god of love, I'll punish you,

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,
Are but as tools his secret ends to work,

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.
Her temp'rance over appetite, to know
In measure what the mind may well contain ;
Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns
Wisdom to folly.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 7.

Not to know at large of things remote
From use, obscure and subtle, but to know
That which before us lies in daily life,
Is the prime wisdom; what is more, is fume,
Or emptiness, or fond impertinence,
And renders us in things that most concern
Unpractis'd, unprepared, and still to seek.

Ibid, b. 8.

Voracious learning, often over-fed,
Digests not into sense her motley meal.
This bookcase, with dark booty almost burst,
This forager on other's wisdom, leaves
Her native farm, her reason, quite untill'd.

Young's Night Thoughts, n. 5,

Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords
Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout,
Frozen at heart, while speculation shines.

Ibid.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates;
Wealth may seek us; but wisdom must be sought ;
Sought before all (but how unlike all else
We seek on earth!) 'tis never sought in vain.

Ibid. n. 8.

Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one,
Have ofttimes no connexion. Knowledge dwells
In heads replete with thoughts of other men,
Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

Cowper's Task, b. 6.

L.

LABOUR.

Cheer'd with the view, man went to till the ground
From whence he rose; sentenc'd indeed to toil,
As to a punishment, yet (ev'n in wrath
So merciful is Heaven) this toil became
The solace of his woes, the sweet employ
Of many a live-long hour, and surest guard
Against disease and death.

LAW.

Porteus's Death.

The laws have cast me off from every claim
Of house and kindred, and within my veins,
Turn'd noble blood to baseness and reproach:
I'll cast them off: why should they be to me
A bar, and no protection.

Joanna Baillie's Orra, a. 1, s. 2.

LAWYERS.

I oft have heard him say, how he admired
Men of your large profession that could speak
To every cause, and things mere contraries
Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law.

Ben Jonson's Volpone.

So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that could not wag nor scarce
Lie still without a fee.

One that not long since was the buckram scribe,
That would run on men's errands for an asper;
And from such baseness having rais'd a stock,
To bribe the covetous judge, call'd to the bar;
So poor in practice too, that he would plead
A needy client's cause for a starv'd hen,
Or half a little loin of veal, tho' fly blown.

Ibid.

Beaumont's Spanish Curate.

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Rogues that can extract

Fines out of looks, and death from double meanings.
Sewell's Sir Walter Raleigh.

I heard the deep-mouth'd pack, that scented blood
From their first starting, and pursued their view
With the law music of long-winded calumny.
Well I remember one among the tribe,
A reading cut-throat skill'd in parallels,
And dark comparisons of wond'rous likeness,
Who in a speech of unchew'd eloquence,
Muster'd up all the crimes, since Noah's days,
To put in balance with this fancied plot.

These

Insnare the wretched in the toils of law,
Fomenting discord, and perplexing right;
An iron-race!

Ibid.

Thomson's Seasons-Autumn.

Drag forth the legal monsters into light,

Wrench from their hands oppression's iron rod,
And bid the cruel feel the pains they give.

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
It were a treachery to themselves, enough
To merit chains.

Thomson's Sophonisba.

The greatest glory of a free-born people,
Is to transmit that freedom to their children.

Havard's Regulus.

Mankind are all, by nature, free and equal,
'Tis their consent alone gives just dominion.

Duncombe's Junius Brutus.

O Liberty! Heav'n's choice prerogative!
True bond of law! Thou social soul of property!
Thou breath of reason! Life of Life itself!
For thee the valiant bleed. O sacred Liberty!
Wing'd from the summer's snare, from flattering ruin,
Like the bold stork you seek the wint'ry shore,
Leave courts, and pomps, and palaces to slaves,
Cleave to the cold, and rest upon the storm.

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.

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