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I'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

SHAKSPERE, King Lear, act 3, sc. 4.

LEAVE THIS, &c. Leave this keen encounter of our wits, And fall somewhat into a slower method.

SHAKSPERE, King Richard 3d, act 1, sc. 2.

LENDING MONEY. If you lend

a person any money, it becomes lost for any purpose as one's own. When you ask for it back again, you may find a friend made an enemy by your kindness. If you begin to press still further, -either you must part with that which you have entrusted, or else you must lose that friend.

1 RILEY's Plautus, The Trinummus, act 4, sc. 4, p. 58. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 1, scene 3.

LET THE GALLED JADE WINCE. Let the galled jade wince ; our withers are unwrung.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2.

LET WELL ALONE. He that diligently seeketh good, procureth favour : but he that seeketh mischief, it shall come unto him.

Proverbs, c. 11, v. 27.

That man's unwise will search for ill,
Who may prevent it sitting still.

HERRICK, Hesp. To his Muse, No. 9.
When workmen strive to do better than well,
They do confound their skill in covetousness.

SHAKSPERE, King John, act 4, sc. 2. How far your eyes may pierce, I cannot tell, Striving to better, oft we mar what's well.

SHAKSPERE, King Lear, act 1, 8c. 4.


When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid and has lost its relish.

ADDISON, Cato, act 2.
A day, an hour of virtuous liberty,
Is worth a whole eternity of bondage.

I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth.

SHAKSPERE, Othello, act 1, sc. 2.

SHAKSPERE, As you like it, act 5, sc. 4.


Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.

GOLDSMITH, She stoops to conquer, act 3.

The web of our life is of a mingled yarn,
Good and ill together.

SHAKSPERE, All's well that ends well, act 4, 80, 3.
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

SHAKBPERE, As you like it, act 2, sc. 1.
Life is but a day at most,
Sprung from night, in darkness lost;
Hope not sunshine every hour,
Fear not clouds will always low'r

BURNS. Friars—Carse Hermitage..
Whose life with care is overcast,
That man's not said to live, but last;
Nor is'tqife, seven years to tell,
But for to live that half seven well.

HERRICK, Hesp. Pastorals, No. 3. Thus we lived many years in a state of much happii. ness; not but that we sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.

GOLDSMITH, Vicar of Wakefield, c. 1.
Life's fitful fever.

SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 3, scene 2.
I made a posie, while the day ran by :
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie

My life within this band.
But time did beckon to the flowers, and they
By noon most cunningly did steal away,

And wither'd in my hand.
GEO. HERBERT, The Temple; Life.

Take not away

the life


cannot give, For all things have an equal right to live.

DRYDEN, Pythagorean Phil.
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more.
SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 5, scene 5.

It is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.


LIFT. Lift

up your heads, O ye gates.

Psalm 24, v. 7. We directed our steps towards the mansion of a wealthy man, full of precious things. Gates, fly open !

BUCKLEY's Homer, The Odyssey, Life of Homer, p. 29.

And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porcupine.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 1, sc. 5.
Like Niobe, all tears.
Ibid, Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2.

No more like my father,
Than I to Hercules.

Like patience on a monument, smiling at grief.

SHAKSPERE, Twelfth Night, act 2, sc. 4.
Like angel-visits few and far between,

CAMPBELL, Pleasures of Hope, part 2.

Hamlet. Or, like a whale ?
Pol. Very like a whale.

SHAKSPERE. Hamlet, act 3,sc. 2.

LILY. Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin : And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

St. MATTHEW, C. 6, v. 28, 29. Observe the rising lily's snowy grace, Observe the various vegetable race : They neither toil, nor spin, but careless grow, Yet see how warm they blush ! how bright they glow! What regal vestments can with them compare ! What King so shining ! or what Queen so fair !

THOMSON, Paraphrase on St. Matthew.
And every rose and lily, there did stand
Better attir'd by nature's hand.

COWLEY, The Garden.
Yet neither spins, ne cards, nor frets,
But to her mother nature all her care she lets.

SPENSER, Fairy Queen, bk. 2, canto 1.
Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.

SHAKSPERE, King Henry 8, act 3, sc. 1.

LISTEN TO REASON. Leontine. But, Sir, if


will but listen to reason. Croaker. Come, then, produce your reasons. I tell


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