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As clear as a whistle.

The Astrologer.

Bone and skin, two millers thin,

Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Epigram on Two Monopolists.


Cos. PRAY now, what may be that same bed of

honour. Kite. Oh ! a mighty large bed ! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware-ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another.

The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1.

JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740.

THE picture, placed the busts between,

Adds to the thought much strength ;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen,
But Folly's at full length.*

On Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the

Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.

* This Epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield.




ESTWARD the course of empire takes its way;

The four first acts already past,
A fifth shall close the drama with the day ;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.

On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.


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OD save our gracious king,

Long live our noble king,
God save the king. God save the King*

To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
And let the man who calleth be the caller ;
And in his calling let him nothing call,
But Coach! Coach ! Coach ! O for a coach, ye gods !


Act i. Sc. 4. Of all the girls that are so smart, There's none like pretty Sally.† Sally in our Alley.

* The authorship both of the words and music of God save the King' has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favour of Carey's claim.

Ť Of all the girls that e'er was seen
There's none so fine as Nelly.

Swift. Ballad on Vliss Nelly Bennet.

ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.

THE Grave, dread thing!

Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appalld, Shakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Line 9.

Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul !
Sweetner of life! and solder of society !

Ibid. Line 88.
Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.

Ibid. Line 109. The good he scorned, Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.

Ibid. Part ii. Iine 586.


EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765.




IRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Night i. Line 1.
Creation sleeps. ’T is as the gen’ral pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ;
An awful pause ! prophetic of her end.

Night i. Line 23.

The bell strikes one.
But from its loss.

We take no note of time,

Night i. Line 55.

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.

Night i. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Night i. Line 154.

Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ?
Thy shaft flew thrice : and thrice my peace was slain ;
And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

Night i. Line 212. Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer.*

Night i. Line 390. Procrastination is the thief of time.

Night i. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

Night i. Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves.

Night i. Line 424. He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.

Night ii.
And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Night ii. Line 51.
Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed :
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

Night ii. Line 9o. 'I've lost a day'—the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.

Night ii. Line 99. * Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

CONGREVE. Letter to Cobham.

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Ah ! how unjust to nature, and himself,
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.

Night ii. Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Night ii. Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites, Hell threatens.

Night ii. Line 292.

'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven.

Night ii. Line 376.

Thoughts shut up, want air, And spoil like bales unopened to the sun.

Night ii. Line 466. How blessings brighten as they take their flight:

Night ii. Line 602. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Night ii. Line 633. A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Night ii. Line 641. Woes cluster ; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.*

Night iii. Line 63.

Beautiful as sweet!
And young as beautiful ! and soft as young!
And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay!

Night iii. Line 81.


* One woe doth tread upon another's heel,-
So fast they follow.

Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

HERRICK. Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 287.

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