the wrong; which is but saying in other words, that he is wifer to-day than he was yesterday."

WHEREVER I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generofity if he were a rich man.

FLOWERS of rhetoric in fermons or serious difcourfes are like the blue and red flowers in corn, pleafing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap the profit.

IT often happens that thofe are the best people, whose characters have been moft injured by flanderers: as we ufually find that to be the fweeteft fruit, which the birds have been picking at.

THE eye of the critic is often like a microfcope; made fo very fine and nice, that it discovers the atoms, grains, and minuteft articles, without ever comprehending the whole, comparing the parts, or feeing all at once the harmony.

MEN's zeal for religion is much of the same kind as that which they fhew for a foot-ball: whenever it is contefted for, every one is ready to venture their lives and limbs in the difpute; but when that is once at an end, it is no more thought on, but fleeps in oblivion, buried in rubbish, which no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into, much less to

remove..

HONOUR is but a fictitious kind of honefty; a mean, but a neceffary fubftitute for it, in focieties who have none; it is a fort of paper credit, with which men are obliged to trade, who are deficient in the fterling cash of true morality and religion.

PERSONS of great delicacy, should know the certainty of the following truth: there are abundance of cafes which occafion fufpenfe, in which whatever they determine they will repent of the determination; and this through a propenfity of human nature to fancy happiness in those fchemes which it does not purfue. B 6

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THE chief advantage, that ancient writers can boast over modern ones, feems owing to fimplicity. Every noble truth and fentiment was expreffed by the former in a natural manner; in word and phrase fimple, perfpicuous, and incapable of improvement. What then remained for later writers, but affectation, witticifm, and conceit ?

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CHAP. VIII.

HAT a piece of work is man! how noble in reafon! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how exprefs and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehenfion how like a god!

IF to do, were as eafy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes palaces. He is a good divine who follows his own inftructions: I can eafier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.

MEN's evil manners live in brafs; their virtues we write in water.

THE web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together; our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.

THE fenfe of death is most in apprehenfion;
And the poor beetle that we tread upon,
In corporal fufferance feels a pang as great!
As when a giant dies.

How far the little candle throws his beams! So fhines a good deed in a naughty world,

LOVE all, truft a few,

Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy on sti Rather in power than in use: keep thy friendɔd ba Under thy own life's key be check'd for filence,n dou But never task'd for speech.

THE cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The folemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit fhall diffolve;

And, like the bafelefs fabric of a vifion,

Leave not a wreck behind! We are fuch stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life-
Is rounded with a fleep.

OUR indifcretion fometimes ferves us well,

When our deep plots do fail; and that fhould teach us,
There's a divinity that fhapes our ends,

Rough-hew them how we will.

THE Poet's eyes, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth

The form of things unknown, the Poet's pen

Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

HEAVEN doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike

As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd,
But to fine iffues: nor nature never lends

The smallest scruple of her excellence,

But, like a thrifty gooddefs, fhe determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,

Both thanks and use.

WHAT

WHAT ftronger breaft-plate than a heart untainted?

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel juft:

And he but naked (tho' lock'd up in steel)
Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

CHAP. IX.

OH, World, thy flippery turns: Friends now fast sworn,

Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart,

Whofe hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise
Are ftill together; who twine (as 'twere) in love
Infeparable; fhall within this hour,

On a diffenfion of a doit, break out

To bittereft enmity. So felleft foes,

Whose paffions and whose plots have broke their fleep, To take the one the other, by fome chance,

Some trick not worth an egg, fhall grow dear friends, And interjoin their iffues.

So it falls out,

That what we have we prize not to the worth,
While we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost,
Why then we wreak the value; then we find
The virtue that poffeffion would not fhew us
Whilft it was ours.

COWARDS die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taffe of death but once.

Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,

It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a neceffary end,

Will come, when it will come.

THERE is fome foul of goodness in things evil, Would men obfervingly distil it out,

For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers:

Which is both healthful and good husbandry ;
Befides, they are our outward confciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing,
That we should drefs us fairly for our end.:

O MOMENTARY grace of mortal men,

Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!!
Who builds his hope in th' air of men's fair looks,
Lives like a drunken failor on a maft,

Ready with every nod to tumble down

Into the fatal bowels of the deep.

WHO fhall go about

To cozen fortune, and be honourable

Without the stamp of merit ?

Let none prefume

To wear an undeferved dignity.
O that eftates, degrees, and offices,
Were not derived corruptly, that clear honour
Were purchased by the merit of the wearer !
How many then should cover that ftand bear!
How many be commanded, that command!

Он who can hold a fire in his hand
By thinking on the frofty Caucafus ?
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
By bear imagination of a feast ?
Or wallow naked in December snow
By thinking on fantastic fummer's heat?
Oh, no! the apprehenfion of the good
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse;
Fell forrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore.

'Tis flander,

Whofe edge is fharper than the fword; whofe tongue

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