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[Odyssey continued. Whatever day

Makes man a slave takes half his worth away. Book xvii. Line 392.

Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe.1 Book xviii. Line 279.

This is the Jew

That Shakespeare drew.2

JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood
The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,
By time subdued, (what will not time subdue!)
A horrid chasm disclosed.

The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.

1 See To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45. 2 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,

"This is the Jew

That Shakespeare drew."

It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. - Biog. Dram. Vol. i. Pt. ii. p. 469.

THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven.
On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41.

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss convey'd
A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade.

Ibid. Line 45.

There taught us how to live; and (oh! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.'

Ibid. Line 81.

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

To a Lady; with a Present of Flowers.

I hear a voice you cannot hear,
Which says I must not stay,

I see a hand you cannot see,
Which beckons me away.

Colin and Lucy.

DR. GEORGE SEWELL.

- 1726.

When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. The Suicide. From Martial, Book xi. Ep. 56.

1 Compare Porteus, Death, Line 318. Post, p. 386. I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die.. Sandys, Anglorum Speculum, p. 903.

WILLIAM PULTENEY. 1682-1764.

For twelve honest men have decided the cause, Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws. The Honest Jury.

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'T was when the sea was roaring

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

The What D'ye call't. Act ii. Sc. 8.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.1 Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 9.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.

Over the hills and far away.2 Ibid. Acti. Sc. 1.

1 The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais," that is, Rabelais' quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy. — Life of Rabelais, ed. Bohn, p. 13.

2 And 't is o'er the hills and far away.

Jockey's Lamentation. From Wit's Mirth, Vol. iv.

If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears. The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brother, brother, we are both in the wrong.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
The judges all rang'd; a terrible show!

Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2.

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.

Adieu, she cried, and wav'd her lily hand.

Ibid.

FABLES.

His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.

The Shepherd and the Philosopher.

Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?1 Ibid.

Where yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy.

1 'midnight oil,' a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.

No author ever spared a brother.

The Elephant and the Bookseller.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue,

Keep probability in view.

The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody.

Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.

The Sick Man and the Angel.

While there is life there 's hope, he cried.1

Ibid.

Those who in quarrels interpose

Must often wipe a bloody nose.

The Mastiffs.

And when a lady 's in the case,

You know all other things give place.
The Hare and many Friends.

From wine what sudden friendship springs.

The Squire and his Cur.

Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now I know it.
My own Epitaph.

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Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est.

Cicero, Epist. ad Att. ix. 10.

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