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Be Britain still to Britain true,

Amang oursels united ;
For never but by British hands,
Maun British wrangs be righted.

BURNS, Dumfries Volunteers.
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-
My country! and while yet a nook is left,
Where English minds and manners may be found,
Shall be constrain’d to love thee.

COWPER'S Task, The Time Piece.

There learned arts do flourish in great honour,

And poet's wits are had in peerless price; Religion hath lay power, to rest upon her,

Advancing virtue, and suppressing vice.
For end all good, all grace there freely grows,

Had people grace it gratefully to use :
For God his gifts there plenteously bestows,
But graceless men them greatly do abuse.

SPENCER, Colin Clint.
O blest Britannia ! in thy presence blest,
Thou guardian of mankind! whence spring alone,
All human grandeur, happiness, and fame ;
For Toil by thee protected, feels no pain ;
The poor man's lot with milk and honey flows ;
And, gilded with thy rays, even death looks gay.

THOMPSON, Liberty, part 5.
England, where first the breath of life I drew,
Where next to Gotham, my best love is due.

CHURCHILL, Gotham, book 2,

Be England what she will,
With all her faults she is my country still.

CHURCHILL, The Farewell.


ENGLISHMEN. I think by some odd gimmers or device, "Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on; Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.

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

ETERNAL JUSTICE. Thus, if eternal justice rules the ball ! Thus shall your wives, and thus your

children fall. Pope, Elegy to the memory of a lady. Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball; Freedom and arts together fall.

POPE, Choruses to Brutus.

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

YOUNG, Night 1st, line 64.

Every dog must have his day.

SWIFT, Whig and Tory.
Let Hercules himself do what he may,
The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1.
The parrot now came into play,
The robin ! he had had his day,
But could not brook the nymph's disdain,
So fled--and ne'er came back again.

LLOYD, Letter of Rhymes.

Every woman is at heart a rake,
Every lady would be queen for life.

POPE, Moral Essays, Epi. 2, lines 216, 218.
Evil be thou my good.

MILTON, Par. Lost, bk. 4, line 110.


I scarcely can believe my ears or eyes,
Or find out Cibber through the dark disguise..

We credit most our sight; one eye doth please
Our trust far more than ten ear-witnesses.

HERRICK's Hesp. Aphorism, No. 158.
He's not to be commended who trusts another any
further than he sees.

RILEY's Plautus, vol. 2, Trunculentus, act 2, sc. 2.
Than when I feel and see her, no further trust her..

SHAKSPERE, Winter's Tale, act 2, sc. 1..


Yet no cold vot’ress of the cloister she,
Warm her devotion, warm her charity;
The face the index of a feeling mind,
And her whole conduct rational and kind.

CRABBE, Tales of the Hall, book 16. Open, candid, and generous, his heart was the constant companion of his hand, and his tongue the artless index of his mind.

MICROCOSM, No. 19, March 19, 1787.
Tis not thy face, tho' that by nature's made
An index to thy soul, tho' there display'd
We see thy mind at large, and thro' thy skin
Peeps out that courtesy which dwells within.

CHURCHILL, Dedication.
So nature has decreed : so oft we see
Men passing fair, in outward lineaments
Elaborate ; less, inwardly, exact.
J. PHILLIPS, Cider, a poem, bk. 1.

There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face ;
He was a gentleman on whom I built
An absolute trust.

SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 1, sc. 4. 0. what may man him within hide, Though angel on the outward side!

SHAKSPERE, Measure for measure, act 3, sc. 2. I can smile, and murther while I smile.

SHAKSPERE, Henry 6, part 3, act 3, sc. 2. The smiler with the knife under the cloak.

SAUNDERS' Chaucer, vol. 1, page 47.

A man I knew, who liv'd upon a smile ;
And well it fed him; he look'd plump and fair,
While rankest venom foam'd through every vein..

YOUNG, 8th Night, line 336.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.

SHAKSPERE, Hamlet, act 1, scene 5.
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear
Millions of mischief.

SHAKSPERE, Julius Cæsar, act 4, sc. 1.
O Oye Gods above, how much of dark night
Do the breasts of mortals contain !

RILEY's Ovid's Meta. page 212.
EUSTHENES judged men by their features.

BUCKLEY's Theocritus, page 160.

FAINT, FAINTING. Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.

KING, Orpheus and Eurydice, line 134.
And let us mind faint heart ne'er wan

A lady fair.
BURNS to Dr. Blacklock.

So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons ,
Come all to help him, and to stop the air
By which he should revive.-

SHAKSPERE; Measure for measure, act 2, sc. 4.


Fallen from his high estate.

DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast, stanza 4.

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