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As clear as a whistle.
Bone and skin, two millers thin,
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
Epigram on Two Monopolists.
GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707.
Cos. PRAY now, what may be that same bed of
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. Acti. 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
*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.
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!
Of all the girls that are so smart,
Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4.
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.
Of all the girls that e'er was seen
There's none so fine as Nelly.
SWIFT. Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.
`HE Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness.
The Grave. Line 9.
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul !
Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!
Of joys departed,
Ibid. Line 88.
Not to return, how painful the remembrance.
The good he scorned,
Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Ibid. Line 109.
Like those of angels, short and far between.
Creation sleeps. 'T is as the gen❜ral pulse
Night i. Line 23.
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.
Nighti. Line 212.
Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.*
Night Line 390.
Procrastination is the thief of time.
Nighti. Line 393.
At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Night i. Line 417.
Night i. Line 424.
All men think all men mortal but themselves.
He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.
Night ii. Line And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. Night . Line 51.
Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed :
Night ii. Line 90.
'I've lost a day'-the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.
Night ii. Line
*Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
CONGREVE. Letter to Cobham.
Ah! how unjust to nature, and himself,
Night ii. Line 112.
The spirit walks of every day deceased.
Night ii. Line 180.
Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites,
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 375.
Thoughts shut up, want air,
And spoil like bales unopened to the sun.
Night ii. Line 466.
Night ii. Line 602.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
The chamber where the good man meets his fate,
A death-bed's a detector of the heart.
Night ii. Line 633.
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.
Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.
* One woe doth tread upon another's heel,—
HERRICK. Hesperides, Aphorisms, No. 287.