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'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,
And lies to hide it, makes it two.*

Against Lying. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

A Funeral Thought. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19. The mind's the standard of the man.

Horæ Lyricæ. Book ii. False Greatness.

MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.

FLING but a stone, the giant dies.

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The Spleen. Line 93.




'HE real Simon Pure.

A Bold Stroke for a Wife.

Aci v. 9. 1.

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AARON HILL. 1685-1750.

FIRST, then, a woman will, or won'tzdepend 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.*

Epilogue to Zara.
Tender handed stroke a nettle,

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 :

Use 'em kindly, they rebel ;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,

And the rogues obey you well.






E is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.

Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.

* 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 sten 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.


COME, gentle Spring ! ethereal Mildness! come.



Spring Line 1. Base envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Line 283.

But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ?

Lire 465.

Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.

Line 996.

Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.

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An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! Line 1158.


The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews.

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But yonder comes the powerful King of Day
Rejoicing in the east.

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
Of mighty monarchs.

Line 1285.

So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

Liru 1346.

Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorned, adorned the most.

Autumn, Line 204. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.

Line 233

See Winter comes, to rule the varied year.

Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

Line 393.

The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid.

Line 625.

.These as they change, Almighty Father ! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.

Hymn. Line 1.

Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.

Line 25.

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. Stansa 30. A little, round, fat, oily man of God.

Canto i. St. 69.

Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves ;
Britons never will be slaves.

Alfred. Act i. Sc. 5

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove

An unrelenting foe to love;
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part ?

Song, For ever Fortune.' O Sophonisba ! Sophonisba, O !*

Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. Coriolanus. Act iü. Sc. 3.

JOHN DYER. 1700-1758.

VER charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view ?

Grongar Hill. Line 103.


LIVE 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.'

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