Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. d. Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 2.

Get thee glass eyes; And, and like a scurvy politician, seem To see the things thou dost not.

e. King Lear. Act IV. Sc. 6.

He talks to me that never had a son.
j. King John. Act III. Sc. 4.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon;
Than such a Roman.

9.

Julius Cæsar. Act IV. Sc. 3.

CERVANTES-Don Quixote. Pt. I.
Bk. IV. Ch. XXIII.

We'll therefore relish with content,
Whate'er kind Providence has sent,
Nor aim beyond our pow'r;
For, if our stock be very small,
'Tis prudent to enjoy it all,
Nor lose the present hour.

8.

NATHANIEL COTTON-The Fireside.
St. 10.

Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the

past, And neither fear nor wish th' approaches of the last.

t.

COWLEY-Imitations. Martial. Lib. X. Ep. XLVII. 'Tis pleasant through the loopholes of

retreat

To peep at such a world; to see the stir
Of the Great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
COWPER-The Tusk. Bk. IV.

".

Line 88.

This floating life hath but this port of rest,
A heart prepar'd, that fears no ill to come.
v. SAMUEL DANIEL--An Epistle to the
Countess of Cumberland.

Content with poverty, my soul I arm;
And virtue, though in rags, will keep me

warin.

10. DRYDEN-Second Book of Horace.

Ode 29.

He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

x. DRYDEN-Cymon and Iphigenia.

Line 84.

With equal minds what happens let us bear, Nor joy, nor grieve too much for things beyond our care.

y.

DRYDEN-- Palemon and Arcite.
Bk. III. Line 883.

Map me no maps, sir; my head is a map, a map of the whole world.

Z.

Act I. Sc. 4.

FIELDING--Rape upon Rape. Act 1.

Sc. 5.

Of little meddling cometh rest,

The busy man ne'er wanted woe:
The best woe is in all worlds sent,
See all, say nought, hold thee content.
j.

JASPER HEYWOOD--Look ere you Leap.
St. 4.

Let the world slide, let the world go;
A fig for care and a fig for woe!
If I can't pay, why I can owe,

And death makes equal the high and low. k. JOHN HEYWOOD--Be Merry Friends.

Yes! in the poor man's garden grow,
Far more than herbs and flowers,
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.

1.

MARY HOWITT-The Poor Man's

Garden.

The Retort Courteous; the Quip Modest; the Reply Churlish; the Reproof Valiant; the Counter check Quarrelsome; the Lie with Circumstance; the Lie Direct.

20. As You Like It. Act V. Sc. 4.

Thou! why thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no other reason, but because thou hast hazel eyes.

x. Romeo and Juliet. Act III. Sc. 1.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.

h. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 2.

Those that are good manners at the court are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court.

i. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 2.

The little may contrast with the great, in painting, but cannot be said to be contrary to it. Oppositions of colors contrast; but there are also colors contrary to each other, that is, which produce an ill effect because they shock the eye when brought very near it. j. VOLTAIRE--Essay. Contrast.

CONVERSATION.

Method is not less requisite in ordinary conversation than in writing, providing a man would talk to make himself understood. k. ADDISON-The Spectator. No. 476.

When with greatest art he spoke,
You'd think he talked like other folk.
For all a Rhetorician's rules
Teach nothing but to name his tools.

1. BUTLER-Hudibras. Pt. I. Canto I. Line 89.

This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise;
This fortress built by nature for herself,
Against infection and the hand of war;
This happy breed of men, this little world;
This precious stone set in the silver sea.
M. Richard 11. Act II. Sc. 1,
Your isle, which stands
As Neptune's park, ribbed and paled in
With rocks unscaleable, and roaring waters.
n. Cymbeline. Act III. Sc. 1.
Month after month the gather'd rains de-
scend,

Drenching yon secret Ethiopian dells,
And from the Desert's ice-girt pinnacles,
Where Frost and Heat in strange embraces

S.

COWPER-The Task. Bk. I. Line 181. I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yet

I love the silence; I embrace the wit
A courtship, flowing here in full tide.
But loathe the expence, the vanity, and
pride.

No place each way is happy.

t. WILLIAM HABINGTON--Tomy Noblest Friend, I. C., Esquire. To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
U. KEATS-Sonnet I. Line 1.