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The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
Is there for Honest Poverty.
A marquis, duke, and a’ that;
But to see her was to love her,
Had we never loved sae kindly,
O, my love's like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June,
Song. A Red, Red Rose. Gars auld claes look amaist as weel's the new.
The Cottar's Saturday Night. Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
He wales a portion with judicious care ;
* I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.--WYCHERLEY. The Plaindealer. Act i. Sc. i.
GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER.
N their own merits modest men are dumb.
Broad Grins. Epilogue to the Heir at Law. And what's impossible can't be, And never, never comes to pass. The Maid of the Moor.
Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
But when ill indeed,
Lodgings for Single Gentlemen.
The Newcastle Apothecary.
Like two single gentlemen, rolled into one.
Thank you, good sir, I owe you one. .
O Miss Bailey, Unfortunate Miss Bailey !
Love Laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song.
JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.
THEN join in hand, brave Americans all ;
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
The Liberty Song. (1768.)
ITY the sorrows of a
door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
JAMES TOWNLEY. 1778.
HIKSPUR? Shikspur? Who wrote it?
No, I never read Shikspur. Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to
High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.
From humble Port to imperial Tokay.
DAVID MALLETT. 1700-1765.
WHILE tumbling down the turbid
stream, Lord love us, how we apples swim. Tyburn.
SIR SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES. 1763-1837.
THE glory dies not, and the grief is past. *
Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott.
THOMAS MORTON. 1766-1838.
Speed the Plough. Acti. Sc. I. Push on-keep moving.
A Cure for the Heartache. Act i. Sc. 1. Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.
Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2.
GEORGE CANNING. 1770-1827.
TORY! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir !
! , ! The Friend of Humanity and the Needy Knife-Grinder.
From the Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d
-d first. Ibid.
• But of the deed the glory shall remain.—GRIMOALDE. (Circa 15201563. Musonius the Philosopher's Saying.
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh, save me from the candid friend !
New Morality. From the Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Loves of the Triangles. Line 178.
JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.
HAIL, Columbia ! happy land !
Hail, ye heroes ! heaven-born band !
TOU'D scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage ;
Lines written for a School Declamatim.
* These lines are ascribed to John Hookham Frere in Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, vol. ii. p. 325.