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Pleas’d to the last, he crops the flow'ry food,
And licks the hand just rais'd to shed his blood.

POPE. On Man, Div. 3.
The sheep was sacrific'd on no pretence,
But meek and unresisting innocence :
A patient, useful creature, born to bear,
The warm and woolly fleece, that cloth'd her murderer:
DRYDEN. Pythagorean Phil.

Prithee, despatch,
The lamb entreats the butcher.

SAAKSPERE, Cymbeline, act 3, sc. 4.
But not to any son of earth,
Has ever yet a sign been given
By the immortal pow'rs of heaven
To know th’ event before it come to birth.

WHEELWRIGHT'S Pindar, Olym, Ode 12, line 15.

Ibid, Ode 13, line 125; Ecclesiastes, c. 8, v. 17.
In various minds far different objects move
The cares and fond solicitudes of love.
But he whose fortune can obtain
The object of his strong desire,
Calm and contented should remain,
Nor to uncertain good aspire ;
Since veil'd in doubtful gloom appear
The issues of the coming year.

WHEELWRIGHT'S Pindar, Pythian Ode 10, line 97.

Alas! why do men complain so commonly
Of púrveyance of God or of Fortúne,
That giveth them full oft in many a guise
Well better than they can themselves devise ?

SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, p. 23, The Knight's Tale.

In man's most dark extremity
Oft succour dawns from heaven.

Scott, Lord of the Isles, canto 1, stanza 20.

But, Clifford, tell me, didst thou never hear
That things ill-got had ever bad success ?

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 6th, p. 3, act 2, sc. 2.

Imagination fondly stoops to trace
The parlour-splendours of that festive place ;
The white-wash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock, that click'd behind the door :
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

GOLDSMITH, Deserted Village, line 225.

IMMODEST WORDS. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

Roscommon. Essay 1, on Verse.

IMPORTANT NOTHINGS. Thus synods oft, concern for faith conceal, And for important nothings shew a zeal.

GARTH, Dispensary, canto 1, line 71.

IN A FINE FRENZY. The poet's eye in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven.

SHAKSPERE, Midsummer Night's eam, act 5, sc. 1.

IN ARGUING, &c. In arguing, too, the parson own’d his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still,

GOLDSMITH, The Deserted Village, line 211.


In days of yore when time was young,
When birds convers’d as well as sung,
When use of speech was not confin'd
Merely to brutes of human kind.

LLOYD, Hare and Tortoise.

IN LISTENING MOOD, &o. In listening mood she seem'd to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, canto 1, st. 17.

In maiden confidence she stood,
Though mantled in her cheek the blood,
And told her love with such a sigh
Of deep and hopeless agony.

SCOTT, Lady of the Lake, canto 4, st. 18.


In my mind's eye, Horatio.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2.


RESURRECTION. It is sure and certain hope, and not belief. The passage does not mean the resurrection of the

person interred, but the general resurrection; it is in sure and certain hope of the resurrection ; not his resurrection. Where the deceased is really spoken of, the expression is very different,— as our hope in this our brother doth' [rest in Christ]; à mode of speech consistent with everything but absolute certainty that the person departed doth not rest in Christ, which no one can be assured of, without immediate revelation from heaven,

BOSWELL'S Johnson, April, 1783.

BUCKLEY'S Theocritus, p. 152, quoting Erasmus.
Wine and Truth, is the saying.

BUCKLEY, supra.

IN WHOM, &c.
In whom each virtue wore a smiling air.

THOMSON, Liberty, part 2.

IN WIT A MAN. In wit a man, simplicity a child.

From Gay's Epitaph by POPE.

IN YONDER. In yonder grave a Druid lies.

COLLINS, Ode on Thomson's death.


INNS AND TAVERNS. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced, as by a good Tavern or Inn.

BOSWELL'S Johnson, March, 1776
Whoe'er has travell’d life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found,
The warmest welcome at an Inn.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine Inn ?

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 4, part 1, act 3, sc. 3.


Th' appointed time
With pious toil fulfill'd, the callow young,
Warm'd and expanded into perfect life,
Their little bondage break, and come to light,
A helpless family, demanding food
With constant clamour.

Thomson, Spring, line 666.


At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in his nurse's arms,

SAAKSPERE, As you like it, act 2, sc. 7.
Infancy, straining backward from the breast,
Techy and wayward, what he loveth best
Refusing in his fits, whilst all the while
The mother eyes the wrangler with a smile.

CHURCHILL, Gotham, book 1.

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