lasting esteem, is not by the fewness of a writer's faults but the greatness of his beauties, and our noblest works are generally most replete with both.-Goldsmith.

CCCLX.

Why should the poor be flattered?

No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp;
And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee,
Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear?
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice,
And could of men distinguish her election,

She hath sealed thee for herself: for thou hast been
As one in suffering ali, that suffers nothing;
A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards

Has ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those,
Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled,
That they are not a pipe for fortune's fingers
To sound what stop they please.

Hamlet to Horatio-Shakspeare.

CCCLXI.

Despots govern by terror. They know, that he who fears God fears nothing else; and therefore they eradicate from the mind, through their Voltaire, their Helvetius, and the rest of that infamous gang, that only sort of fear which generates true courage.-Burke-on the French Revolution.

CCCLXII.

-Who painted justice blind, did not declare
What magistrates should be, but what they are:
Not so much 'cause they rich and poor should weigh
In their just scales alike; but because they

Now blind with bribes, are grown so weak of sight,
They'll sooner feel a cause, than see it right.

CCCLXIII.

Heath's Clarastella.

The last maim given to learning, has been by the scorn of pedantry, which the shallow, the superficial, and the sufficient among scholars first drew upon them

selves, and very justly, by pretending to more than they had, or to more esteem than what they could deserve; by broaching it in all places, at all times, upon all occa sions, and by living so much among themselves, or in their closets and cells, as to make them unfit for all other business, and ridiculous in all other conversations. Sir W. Temple.

CCCLXIV.

Unto nobody, my woman saith, she had rather a wife be Than to myself, tho' Jove grew a suitor of hers: These be her words, but a woman's words to a love that is eager,

In wind or water's streams do require to be writ. Sir P. Sidney-from the Latin of Catullus.

CCCLXV.

"Tis plain there is not in nature a point of stability to be found, every thing either a cends or declines: when wars are ended abroad, sedition begins at home; and when men are freed from nighting for necessity, they quarrel through ambition.-Sir W. Raleigh.

CCCLXVI.

(Folly.) On a sofa of goose-feathers made,
Lo! half-supine, luxurious Folly laid:
Pow'rful to lull the most enliven'd sense,
This sofa was the gift of indolence:
Her little left eye twinkles to the light,
But open'd wide and goggling is her right
Down from her collar to her bosom bare,
Her bells hung pendant like a solitaire:
High o'er her ear, light-waving to the gale,
She wore the plumage of a peacock's tail,
Which nodding o'er her round unmeaning face,
Gave to her front the French, fantastic grace.
Full fat and fair she waddles in her gait,
And lisps so pretty that she loves to prate:
Her ears she pricks up to herself to list,
And spatters all her meaning in a mist.

Wise in conceit she seems, for all the while
Her face is dimpled with a foolish smile.
A painted fan her fickleness declares,
Which waving gives the ideot goddess airs;
She flirts it to a sceptre of command,

And grasps an English Plautus in her hand.-
As round their queen the drones at evening creep,
And with mixt murmur lull the hive to sleep:
So these the dame environ round and round,
And every booby sends a hollow sound.
So strong the savoury scent of supper draws,
They clamour universally applause.

And lo! ten waiters drest like modern beaux
In Folly's liv'ry parti-colour'd clothes,
Prompt at her whistle, a large table spread,
Produce vast voiders, and a load of bread;
Three buts of beer which Parsons had supply'd,
They brought in well-tann'd jacks of good cow-hide:
Then smoak'd the solid supper on the board,
Such as Van Hogan Mogan might afford;
Beneath a cover first came store of fish,
A jowl of codd, chubbs, gudgeons in a dish;
Wit-damping puddings, tripe in butter fry'd,
Fat chitterling and goose on every side:
Stern at the bottom grinn'd, still breathing dread,
The bristly horrors of a huge hog's head.

CCCLXVII.

Fawkes.

Some falls are the means the happier to rise.

CCCLXVIII.

Shakspeare.

When we speak of the commerce with our colonies, fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold and barren.-Burke.

CCCLXIX.

That men should kill one another for want of somewhat else to do (which is the case of all volunteers in war,) seems to be so horrible to humanity, that there needs no divinity to control it.-Clarendon.

CCCLXX.

Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes,
United cast too fierce a light;
Which blazes high, but quickly dies,
Pains not the heart, but hurts the sight.
Love is a calmer, gentler joy,

Smooth are his looks, and soft his pace;

Her Cupid is a blackguard boy,

That runs his link full in your face.

CCCLXXI.

Earl of Dorset.

A university dun is a gentleman's follower cheaply purchased, for his own money has hired him. He is an inferior creditor, of some ten shillings, downwardscontracted for horse-hire, or perchance for drink, too weak to be put in suit, and he arrests your modesty. He is now very expensive of his time, for he will wait upon your stairs a whole afternoon, and dance attendance with more patience than a gentleman-usher. He is a sore beleaguer of chambers, and assaults them sometimes with furious knocks; yet finds strong resistance commonly, and is kept out. He is a great complainer of scholars' loitering, for he is sure never to find them within, and yet he is the chief cause many times that makes them study. He grumbles at the ingratitude of men that shun him for his kindness, but indeed it is his own fault, for he is too great an upbraider. No man puts them more to their brain than he; and by shifting him off they learn to shift in the world. Some choose their rooms on purpose to avoid his surprisals, and think the best commodity in them his prospect. He is like a rejected acquaintance, hunts those that care not for his company, and he knows it well enough, and yet will not keep away. The sole place to supple him is the buttery, where he takes grievous use upon your name, and he is one much wrought with good beer and rhetoric. He is a man of most unfortunate voyages, and no gallant walks the streets to less purpose.-Bishop Earle.

CCCLXXII.

A flatterer is said to be a beast that biteth smiling. But it is hard to know them from friends, they are so obsequious and full of protestations; for as a wolf resembles a dog, so doth a flatterer a friend.-Sir W. Raleigh.

CCCLXXIII.

In truth, O Love, with what a boyish kind
Thou dost proceed in thy most serious ways,
That when the heaven to thee his best displays,
Yet of that best, thou leav'st the best behind:
For, like a child, that some fair book doth find
With gilded leaves, or colour'd vellum plays,
Or, at the most, on some fine picture stays,

But never heeds the fruit of writer's mind.
So when thou saw'st in nature's cabinet,
Stella, thou straight look'st babies in her eyes,
In her cheek's pit thou didst thy pitfold set,
And in her breast, bo-peep, or couching, lies,
Playing and shining in each outward part
But fool! seek'st not to get into her heart.

Astrophel and Stella-Sir P. Sidney.

CCCLXXIV.

Men are never so ridiculous for the qualities they have, as for those they affect to have.-Charron.

CCCLXXV.

What needs my Shakspeare for his honoured bones
The labour of an age in piled stones,

Or that his hallow'd reliques should be hid

Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?

Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,

What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment

Hast built thyself a live-long monument.

For whilst to th' shame of slow-endeavouring art,
The easy numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the leaves of thy invalued book

Those Delphic lines with deep impression took;