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Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ;
Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon.
I would not enter on my list of friends
An honest man, close buttoned to the chin,
Epistle to Joseph Hill.
An idler is a watch that wants both hands;
Built God a church, and laughed his word to scorn.
How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude !
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
The solemn fop significant and budge;
* Cf. Habakkuk ii. 2.
+ If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows.-King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2.
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.
No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,
How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,
The Progress of Error.
The brave that are no more!
On the Loss of the Royal George.
This man I thought had been a lord among wits, but I find he is only a wit among lords.-SAMUEL Johnson. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
Book iv. Line 92. Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers. -Walter Scott. Life of Napoleon.
He (Steele) was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.--MACAULAY.-Review of Aikin's Life of Addison.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.-Macaulay. Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.
* Cf. POPE, page 198.
Misses ! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry,
Pairing Time Anticipated.
The Yearly Distress.
That though on pleasure she was bent,
History of John Gilpin.
A hat not much the worse for wear.
Now let us sing, long live the King,
And Gilpin long live he;
May I be there to see.
O that those lips had language? Life has passed
On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture. The son of parents passed into the skies.
What peaceful hours I once enjoyed !
How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
Walking with God.
God moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform :
And rides upon the storm. Light Shining out of Darkness.
I am monarch of all I survey,
Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.
But the sound of the church-going bell
Those valleys and rocks never heard, Never sighed at the sound of a knell,
Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared.
How fleet is a glance of the mind !
Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
There goes the parson, oh illustrious spark !
On observing some Nanies of little note. 'Tis Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. A Fable. (Moral.)
The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
His sense of your great merit,*
To pardon or to bear it.
Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,
The Needless Alarm. (Moral.) * Altered to, ‘How he esteems your merit.'
'HE tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground; ’T was therefore said, by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
The greatest love of life appears. Three Warnings.
peace nor ease the heart can know,
Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But, turning, trembles too.
* The pretty Fanny Macartney.-WALPOLE'S Memoir's.