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Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Fable x. The Spider and the Bee.
very shoe has power to wound. Ibid.
Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth,
The Happy Marriage. 'T is now the summer of your youth : time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.
The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.
WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.
WHO'ER has travelled
life's dull round,
Written on the Window of an Inn.
A Pastoral. Part i.
Ibid. Pare ii.
* There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced, as by a good tavern or inn.-JOHNSON. Boswell's Life (1766).
Archbishop Leighton used often to say, that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn.
For seldom shall she hear a tale
Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
The Schoolmistress. St. 5.
Ibid. St. II.
A little bench of heedless bishops here,
JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.
My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury and encroaching frosts,
The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.
MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.
Epistle to Curio.
DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779.
"HEIR cause I plead, -plead it in heart and mind; A fellow feeling makes one wondrous kind. *
Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1766, 10th June. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose race is run.
On the Death of Mr. Pelham. Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends cooks.
Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation.
THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771.
ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE.
AH, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade !
Ah, fields beloved in vain !
A stranger yet to pain.
* I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.--Burton. Anatomy of Melancholy; Democritus to the Reader. Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
VIRGIL. Æneid, Lib. i. 630. P
Alas! regardless of their doom,
The little victims play ;
Nor care beyond to-day.
And moody madness laughing wild,
Amid severest woe.
To each his sufferings : all are men,
Condemned alike to groan ;
The unfeeling for his own.
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies.
Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.*
THE PROGRESS OF POESY.
O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move
Part i. St. 3.
Part iii. St. 1.
The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
* From ignorance our comfort flows,
Prior. To the Hon. Charles Montague. He that increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow. Ecclesiastes i. 18.
He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light,
Part iii. St. 2.
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Part ii. St. 3.
Part iii. St. 3.
Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Part i. St. 2.
Part i. St. 3.
Part ü. St. 1.
* Words that weep and tears that speak.
COWLEY. The Prophet.
COWLEY, Davideis. Book ii. Line 102.
Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536.
Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1.
OTWAY. Venice Preserved. Act v.
DRYDEN. Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. I.