'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, 'You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.' The Sluggard. And he that does one fault at first, Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. Against Lying. A Funeral Thought. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Hymns and Spiritual Songs. The mind's the standard of the man. Book ii. Hymn 19. Hora Lyrice. Book ii. False Greatness. MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737. FLING but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. Line SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE. 1667-1772. 93. THE HE real Simon Pure. A Bold Stroke for a Wife. Act v. Sc. 1. * Cf. Herbert. The Church Porch. AARON HILL. 1685-1750. IRST, then, a woman will, or won't,-depend on 't; If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on 't. But, if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront and jealousy injustice.* Tender handed stroke a nettle, Epilogue to Zara. And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains. Verses written on a Window in Scotland. 'T is the same with common natures: But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well. Ibid. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1673. H E is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will. * The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury : Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on't; And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on't. JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. THE SEASONS. COME, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come. Base envy withers at another's joy, Spring. Line 1. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Line 1158. The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews. Summer. Line 47. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day Line 81. Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds. Line 946. Sighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Line 1285. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, Line 1346. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, Autumn. Line 204. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, See Winter comes, to rule the varied year. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Line 233. Winter. Line 1. The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid. These as they change, Almighty Father! these Line 625. Hymn. Line 1. Line 25. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. From seeming evil still educing good. Line 114. Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. Line 118. Placed far amid the melancholy main. Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. A little, round, fat, oily man of God. Canto i. St. 69. Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves ; For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love; And, when we meet a mutual heart, O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!* Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5 Song, For ever Fortune?" Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, L PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751. IVE while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day; * The line was altered, after the second edition, to 'O Sophonisba ! I am wholly thine.' |