Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of.

Poor Richard.

Ibid.

Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

Never leave that till to-morrow which you can

do to-day.

Three removes are as bad as a fire.

Vessels large may venture more,

Ibid.

Ibid.

But little boats should keep near shore. Ibid.

He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. The Whistle. (Nov. 1719.)

There never was a good war or a bad peace.1 Letter to Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773. Here Skugg

Lies snug,

As a bug

In a rug.

From a Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley.

SAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784.

Let observation with extensive view

Survey mankind from China to Peru.2

Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 1.

1 It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before a just war.-S. Butler, Speeches in the Rump Parliament. Butler's Remains.

2 All human race, from China to Peru,

Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.

Rev. T. Warton, The Universal Love of Pleasure.

Vanity of Human Wishes continued.]

There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.

Line 159.

He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

Line 221.

Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe.

Line 257.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
And glides in modest innocence away.

Line 293.

Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.

Line 308.

Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage

flow,

And Swift expires, a driveller and a show.

Line 316.

Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Line 345.

For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill.

Line 362.

Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.

London. Line 166.

This mournful truth is everywhere confess'd,
Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.

Line 176.

Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds and then imagin'd new.

Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.

Ibid.

For we that live to please must please to live.

Ibid.

Catch, then, O catch the transient hour;
Improve each moment as it flies;
Life's a short summer-man a flower-
He dies - alas! how soon he dies!

Winter. An Ode.

Officious, innocent, sincere ;

Of every friendless name the friend.
Verses on Robert Levet. Stanza 2.

In misery's darkest cavern known,
His useful care was ever nigh1
Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retired to die.

Stanza 5.

And sure the eternal Master found
His single talent well employ'd.

Stanza 7.

Then with no throbs of fiery pain,2
No cold gradations of decay,
Death broke at once the vital chain,

And freed his soul the nearest way.
Stanza 9.

1 Var. His ready help was always nigh.
2 Var. Then with no fiery throbbing pain.

That saw the manners in the face.

Lines on the Death of Hogarth.

Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove
The pangs of guilty power and hapless love;
Rest here, distrest by poverty no more,
Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
Sleep, undisturb'd, within this peaceful shrine,
Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!
Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician.

A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian,

Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn.1 Epitaph on Goldsmith.

How small, of all that human hearts endure,
That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
Still to ourselves in every place consign'd,
Our own felicity we make or find.

With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller.

Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village.

1 Qui nullum fere scribendi genus
Non tetigit,

Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.

He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon by the most splendid eloquence. - Chesterfield's Characters: Bolingbroke.

Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche. - Fénelon, Lettre sur les occupations de l'Académie Française, § iv.

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.1
The Rambler. No. 7.

Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia. Rasselas. Chap. i.

The endearing elegance of female friendship. Rasselas. Chap. xlvi.

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.2

From The Preface to his Dictionary.

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.3

From Dr. Madden's "Boulter's Monument." Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745.

Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not os

Translation of Boethius de Cons. III. 9, 27.

2 The italics and the word "forget" would seem to imply that the saying was not his own. Sir William Jones gives a similar saying in India: “Words are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven."

3 Words are women, deeds are men. - Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Sir Thomas Bodley, Letter to his Librarian, 1604.