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The Hare and
Epitaph on Himself.
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE.
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.
1691-1763. On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.*
Some say, compared to Bononcini,
*“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 t:vo lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope. Vide Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.
Epigram on Two Monopolists.
Would starve us all, or near it;
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
The Spleen. Line 93. Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
1684-1753. On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in
The four first acts already past,
Time's noblest offspring is the last.
DR. GEORGE SEWELL.
When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.
God Save the King*
God save the king.
Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.
Act ii. Sc. 4.
Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.
The good he scorned,
* 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.
Night i. Line 1.
Night i. Line 23.
Night i. Line 55.
Night i. Line 67.
Night i. Line 154. To waft a feather or to drown a fly.
Night i. Line 390.
Night i. Line 393. Procrastination is the thief of time.
Night i. Line 417.
* Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
Letter to Cobham. CONGRETE. Night Thoughts — Continued.
Night i. Line 424.
Night ii. Line 24.
Night ii. Line 51.
Night ii. Line 90.
Night ii. Line 99.
Night ii. Line 112.
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.