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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,
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
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.
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.
SIR SAMUEL TUKE.
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.
COME, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
Base envy withers at another's joy,
Spring. Line 1.
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
An elegant sufficiency, content,
The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews.
Summer. Line 47.
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day
Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds.
Sighed and looked unutterable things.
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
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.
Winter. Line 1.
The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid.
These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Hymn. Line 1.
Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade.
From seeming evil still educing good.
Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise.
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,
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.'