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Give me but what this ribband bound,
Take all the rest the sun goes round.
WALLER. On a Girdle.

Give me an ounce of civet,
Good apothecary, sweeten my imagination.
SHAKBPERE, King Lear, act 4, sc. 6.

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
heart's core, ay,


heart of hearts. SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2. Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plenty as blackberries I would give no man a reason upon compulsion.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 4th, part 1, act 2, sc. 4. Give the devil his due.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 4th, part 1, act 1, sc. 2.

GIVE DREADFUL NOTE, &c. With busy hammers, closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 5th, Chorus to act 4.


To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,-

SHAKSPERE, King John, act 4, sc. 2.



Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 6th, part 1, act 1, sc. 2.

Told them, for supper, or for bed,
They might go on, and be worse sped.

PRIOR, The Ladle.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.

STERNE, Sent. Jour. Maria.
To a close shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure.

HERBERT, Jacula Prudentum. He is a father of the fatherless, and defendeth the cause of the widows.

Psalm 68, v.5. The Lord will destroy the house of the proud : but he will establish the border of the widow.

Proverbs, c. 15, v. 25. Feed them at the setting of the sun, when cool vesper tempers the air.

DAVIDSON'S Virgil, by Buckley. Georgics, p. 78. Wreathing them with the new shorn wool of a young lamb.

BUCKLEY's Sophocles. Ædipus Coloneus, p. 70. May He, who gives the rain to pour,

And wings the blast to blaw, Protect thee frae the driving show'r, The bitter frost and snaw.

BURNS, To a posthumous child.


God, the first garden made, and the first city, Cain.

COWLEY, The Garden.
God made the country, and man made the town.

COWPER's Task. The Sofa.
Let no presuming impious railer tax
Creative Wisdom, as if aught was form’d
In vain, or not for admirable ends.
Shall little haughty ignorance pronounce
His works unwise, of which the smallest part
Exceeds the narrow vision of her mind ?

Thomson. Summer.

The firste Mover of the cause above,
When he first made the faire chain of love,
Great was the effect, and high was his intent;
Well wist he why, and what thereof he meant ;
For with that faire chain of love he bound
The fire, the air, the water, and the lond
In certain bondes, that they may not flee

SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, p. 78, The Knight's Tale. Thou hast set them their bounds, which they shall not pass ; neither turn again to cover the earth.

Psalm 104, v. 9. Who shut up the sea with doors, and said, Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further; and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.

Job, c. 38, v. 8, 11. Fear ye not me ? Will ye not tremble at my presence ? which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea, that it cannot pass

it. Jeremiah, c. 5, v. 22.


This celebrated Air first became known to the Public in 1745, when it was introduced at Covent Garden Theatre, by Dr. Arne, during the time of the Scotch Rebellion, under the title of “A Loyal Song." Arne told Dr. Burney that “ He had not the least knowledge who was the composer, nor could he guess who wrote it.” It has since been attributed to Carey, Dr. Bull, Purcell, Anthony Young, and others, but with equal absence of documentary evidence on which reliance can be placed.

The People's Music Book, by Turle and Taylor.

God never made his work for man to mend.

DRYDEN, Poems, Epi. 13.
No shape-smith set up shop, and drove a trade,
To mend the work wise Providence had made.

GARTH, Claremont, line 98.

Gold hath no lustre of its own,
It shines by temperate use alone.

FRANCIS' Horace, book 2, ode 2.
'Tis gold which buys admittance; oft
It doth; yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o’ the stealer; and tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd, and saves the thief;
Nay, sometime, hangs both thief and true man;
What can it not do, and undo?

SHAKSPERE, Cymbeline, aet 2, sc. 3.

Fight thou with shafts of silver, and o’ercome
When no force else can get the masterdom.

HERRICK's Hesp. Aphorisms, No. 271.
Stronger than thunder's winged force
All-powerful gold can speed its course,
Through watchful guards its passage make,
And loves through solid walls to break.

FRANCIS' Horace, Ode 16, line 11, 14.


Riley's Ovid, Meta. book 1, Fable 3.

GOT BY THE WINDS, &c. Got by the winds, and in a tempest born.

DRYDEN, Dido to Æneas.

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Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.

Milton, Paradise Lost, book 5, line 71.


Good night:
Stand not upon the order of your going,
But go at once.

SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4.
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say, good night, till it be morrow.

SHAKSPERE, Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 2.

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