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The Hare and many Friends.
And when a lady's in the case,

You know all other things give place.
Epitaph on Himself.

Life's a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, and now I know it.

LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
1690-1762.

The Lady's Resolve.

Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,
In part she is to blame that has been tried;
He comes too near, that comes to be denied.2

23

JOHN BYROM.

1691-1763.

On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.*

Some

say, compared to Bononcini,

That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel

Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.

Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

*Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham Soc.) Vol. I. p. 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope. Vide Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.

The Astrologer.

As clear as a whistle.

Epigram on Two Monopolists.
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.

MATTHEW GREEN.

1696-1737.

The Spleen. Line 93.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

BISHOP BERKELEY.

1684-1753.

On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

Westward 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.

DR. GEORGE SEWELL.

1726.

When all the blandishments of life are gone,

The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.

HENRY CAREY.

1663-1743.

God Save the King.*

God save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.

Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.

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

Act ii. Sc. 4.

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!

ROBERT BLAIR.

1699-1746.

The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.

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.

*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 favor of Carey's claim.

EDWARD YOUNG.

1681-1765.

NIGHT THOUGHTS.

Night i. Line 1.

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Night i. Line 23.

Creation sleeps. "Tis as the gen'ral pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Night i. Line 55.

The bell strikes one. We take no note of time,
But from its loss.

Night i. Line 67.

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.

Night i. Line 154.

To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

Night i. Line 390.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.*

Night i. Line 393.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Night i. Line 417.

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

*Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never risc.
Letter to Cobham.

CONGRETMB.

Night Thoughts-Continued.

Night i. Line 424.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

Night ii. Line 24.

He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.

Night ii. Line 51.

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

Night ii. Line 90.

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 99.

"I've lost a day”—the Prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.

Night ii. Line 112.

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

Night ii. Line 292.

Time flies, Death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,

Hell threatens.

Night ii. Line 376.

"T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven.

Night ii. Line 466.

Thoughts shut up, want air,

And spoil like bales unopened to the sun.

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