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Conscience has no more to do with gallantry, than it has with politics.
The Duenna. Act i. Sc. 4.
The Right Honourable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts. *
Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. †
You write with ease to show your breeding,
GEORGE CRABBE. 1754-1832.
H! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain,
The Parish Register. Part i. In this fool's paradise he drank delight.
The Borough. Letter XII. Players. Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
Ibid. Letter XXIV. Schools. In idle wishes fools supinely stay ; Be there a will, — and wisdom finds a way.
The Birth of Flattery:. * On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire. Le Sage. Gil Blas. Livre üii. Ch. xi. + From Sheridaniana.
Moore's Life of Sheridan. Vol. i. p. 155.
OT what we wish, but what we want.
ROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796.
THERE sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storin, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ;
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.
Inspiring bold John Barleycorn,
As Tammie gloured, amazed and curious,
The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.
Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ;
A Winter's Night. Then gently scan your brother man,
Still gentler, sister woman ;
To step aside is human. Address to the Unco Guid.
What's done we partly may compute,
But know not what's resisted.
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it ;
And, faith, he'll prent it.
On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland. O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion.
To a Louse.
The best laid schemes o’mice and men
Gang aft a-gley;
To a Mouse.
Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
The fear o'hell's a hangman's whip
To haud the wretch in order ;
But where you feel your honour grip,
Epistle to a Young Friend.
And may you better reck the rede,
Than ever did th' adviser !
In durance vile here must I wake and
Epistle from Esopus to Maria.
We frisk away,
To joy and play.
Epistle to James Smith.
The Twa Dogs.
* Durance vile.-W. KENRICK (1766).
Falstaff's Wedding. Act i. Sc. 2. It will not be amiss to take a view of the effects of this royal servitude and vile durance, which was so deplored in the reign of the last monarch. --BURKE. On the Present Discontent.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min'? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne ?
Auld Lang Syne.
Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
Green Grow the Rasies.
Man was made to Mou771. Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
Death and Dr. Hornbook.
* Man was made when Nature was But an apprentice, but woman when she Was a skilful mistress of her art.
Cupid's Whirligig. 1607.