Be Britain still to Britain true, England, with all thy faults, I love thee still- COWPER'S TASK, The Time Piece. There learned arts do flourish in great honour, O blest Britannia! in thy presence blest, England, where first the breath of life I drew, Be England what she will, H ENGLISHMEN. I think by some odd gimmers or device, ETERNAL JUSTICE. Thus, if eternal justice rules the ball! Thus shall your wives, and thus your children fall. Ye Gods! what justice rules the ball; POPE, Choruses to Brutus. ETERNITY. And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour? YOUNG, Night 1st, line 64. EVERY DOG, &c. Every dog must have his day. SWIFT, Whig and Tory. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The parrot now came into play, EVERY WOMAN.. 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. EYES AND EARS. I scarcely can believe my ears or eyes, We credit most our sight; one eye doth please 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. F. FACE, THE INDEX. Yet no cold vot'ress of the cloister she, 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 So nature has decreed: so oft we see J. PHILLIPS, Cider, a poem, bk. 1. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face; SHAKSPERE, Macbeth, act 1, sc. 4. O. what may man him within hide, 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 One may smile, and smile, and be a villain. And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear SHAKSPERE, Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 1. O ye Gods above, how much of dark night EUSTHENES judged men by their features. 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. Fallen from his high estate. DRYDEN, Alexander's Feast, stanza 4. |