The Hare and many Friends. And when a lady 's in the case, Epitaph on Himself. Life's a jest, and all things show it; LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE. 1690-1762. The Lady's Resolve. Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide, JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763. On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.* Some say, compared to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny; 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. Would starve us all, or near 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; 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, Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3. To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos, Act ii. Sc. 4. Go call a coach, and let a coach be called, 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 Night i. Line 55. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, 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; *Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, CONGRETE. 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: 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, Night ii. Line 292. Time flies, Death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens. Night ii. Line 376. 'Tis 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. |