Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Book vi.

Some to the fascination of a name

Surrender judgment hoodwinked.

Winter Walk at Noon.

I would not enter on my list of friends

Ibid.

(Though graced with polished manners and fine sense,

Yet wanting sensibility) the man

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

An honest man, close buttoned to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.

Ibid.

Epistle to Joseph Hill.

Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may read.* Tirocinium.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands;
As useless if it goes as when it stands.

Retirement.

Built God a church, and laughed his word to scorn.

Ibid.

How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,

Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

Ibid.

A fool must now and then be right, by chance.

Conversation.

The solemn fop significant and budge;

A fool with judges, among fools a judge.†

Ibid.

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,
But when you knock it never is at home.*

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Conversation.

Ibid.

Table Talk.

No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,
A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam,
Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

Toll for the brave!

Ibid.

Truth.

The Progress of Error.

The brave that are no more!

All sunk beneath the wave,

Fast by their native shore.

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.

POPE. Dunciad. 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,
Choose not alone a proper mate,

But proper time to marry.

Pairing Time Anticipated.

A kick, that scarce would move a horse,

May kill a sound divine.

The Yearly Distress.

That though on pleasure she was bent,
She had a frugal mind.

History of John Gilpin.

A hat not much the worse for wear.

Ibid.

Now let us sing, long live the King,
And Gilpin long live he;

And when he next doth ride abroad

May I be there to see.

Ibid.

O that those lips had language? Life has passed
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.

The son of parents passed into the skies.

Ibid.

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!

But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform :

He plants his footsteps in the sea,

Walking with God.

And rides upon the storm. Light Shining out of Darkness.

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!

And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk !

Ibid.

Ibid.

On observing some Names 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,
And proves by thumps upon your back
His sense of your great merit,*

Is such a friend that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed

To pardon or to bear it.

Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day,

Live till to-morrow, will have passed away.

Friendship.

He sees that this great roundabout,
The world, with all its motley rout,
Church, army, physic, law,

Its customs and its businesses,
Is no concern at all of his,

And says what says he?- Caw.

For 't is a truth well known to most,
That whatsoever thing is lost,
We seek it, ere it come to light,
In every cranny but the right.

The Jackdaw.

The Retired Cat.

MRS. THRALE. 1740-1822.

HE tree of deepest root is found

THE

Least willing still to quit the ground;
'T was therefore said, by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,

When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages,
The greatest love of life appears.

Three Warnings.

*The pretty Fanny Macartney.-WALPOLE'S Memoirs.