MCCCXVI. Nat Lee's thoughts are wonderfully suited for tragedy, out frequently lost in such a crowd of words, that it is hard to see the beauty of them. There is infinite fire in nis works, but so involved in smoke, that it does not appear in half its lustre.-Addison. MCCCXVII. He cannot be a perfect man, Not being tried, and tutor'd in the world. And perfected by the swift course of time. It is dangerous for mortal beauty, or terrestrial virtue, to be examined by too strong a light. The torch of truth shews much that we cannot, and all that we would not see. In a face dimpled with smiles, it has often discovered malevolence and envy, and detected under jewels and brocade the frightful forms of poverty and distress. A fine hand of cards have changed before it into a thousand spectres of sickness, misery, and vexation; and immense sums of money, while the winner counted them with transport, have at the first glimpse of this unwelcome lustre vanished from before him.—Mulso. MCCCXIX. He strikes no coin, 'tis true, but coins new phrases, And vends them forth as knaves vend gilded counters, Which wise men scorn, and fools accept in payment. Old Play. MCCCXX. O you gods! what a number Of men eat Timon, and he sees them not! wonder, men dare trust themselves with men : Methinks they should invite them without knives; Is the readiest man to kill him: It has been proved. Were a huge man, I should fear to drink at meals; The study of truth is perpetually joined with the love of virtue; for there's no virtue which derives not its original from truth; as, on the contrary, there is no vice which has not its beginning from a lie. Truth is the foundation of all knowledge, and the cement of all societies. Casaubon. Our cider and perry MCCCXXII. May make a man mad, but not merry; Or reel any whither. It stuffs up our brains with froth and with yeast, That if one would write but a verse for a bellman, He must study till Christmas for an eight shilling jest, These liquors won't raise, but drown and o'erwhelm On Canary-Brome. man. MCLCXXIII. Fear guides more to their duty than gratitude : for one man who is virtuous from the love of virtue, from the obligation which he thinks he lies under to the Giver of all, there are ten thousand who are good only from their apprehensions of punishment.-Goldsmith. MCCCXXIV. Well the learn'd and the judicious know, For, as when painters form a matchless face, They from each fair one catch some diff'rent grace; To which no single beauty must pretend⚫ Whole belles assemblees of coquets and beaux. Epilogue to the Way of the World.- Congreve. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! m form, and moving, how express and admirable! In action, how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?-Shakspeare. MCCCXXVI. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: They strike mine eyes, but not mine heart. Ben Jonson, INDEX. Activity, 3, 125, 319, 338 Adversity, 347, 414, 421, 1106 Advocate, the, 248 Adulteration, 1265 Age and Youth, 402, 1101, Anger, 10, 66, 105, 118, 171, Antiquarians, 531, 677, 808 Appetite, 152 Applause, 482 Bankrupt, 174 Bath, efficacy of, 359 Birth-day Ode, 562 Borrowing, 336, 965 Brevity, 117 Bribery, 56, 618, 675, 957 Business, 308 Colonies, 1300 Company, 160, 165, 194, 256, 447, 630, 679, 748, 1201 Complaisance, 422 Compliments, 597 Composition, 343 Conceit, 658, 971 Confidence, 225 Conscience, 880, 1114 Content, 257, 334, 721, 780, Conviviality, 793, 1113, 1238 Country life, 169, 1009, 1056 Courtship, 208, 214, 216, 289, Court-virtues, 201, 434, 442, Cowardice, 264, 555, 803 Critics, 33, 35, 62, 239, 438, 460, 607, 722, 751, 910, 967, 1007, Curiosity, 369, 817, 878, 1659 Deafness, remedy for, 420 Death, 576, 1161, 1170, 1185 Deceit, 151, 529 |