perceives that the wise are polite all the world over; but that fools are only polite at home.-Goldsmith. MCCXVII. He owns with toil he wrote the following scenes; He swears he'll not resent one hiss'd-off scene, Who to your judgments yields all resignation, Prologue to the Way of the World-Congreve. MCCXVIII. Such is the present state of our literature, that the ancient sage, who thought a great book a great evil, would now think the multitude of books a multitude of evils. He would consider a bulky writer who engrossed a year, and a swarm of pamphleteers who stole each an hour, as equal wasters of human life, and would make no other difference between them, than between a beast of prey and a flight of locusts.-Johnson. MCCXIX. Those you make friends, And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Like water from ye, never found again MCCXX. Shakspeare. The heavenly choir who heard his notes from high, They handed him along, And all the way he taught, and all the way they sung. Dryden-On the Death of Purcell. MCCXXI. There are in life a sort of pseudo-ascetics, who can have no real converse either with themselves, or with heaven, whilst they look thus a-squint upon the world, and carry titles and editions along with them in their meditations. And although the books of this sort, by a common idiom, are called good books, the authors for certain are a sorry race: for religious crudities are un doubtedly the worst of any.-Shaftesbury. MCCXXII. As we do turn our backs From our companion, thrown into his grave; Slink all away: leave their false vows with him, With his disease of all shunn'd poverty, MCCXXIII. Shakspeare. Pleasure, when it is a man's chief purpose, disappoints itself; and the constant application to it palls the faculty of enjoying it, though it leaves the sense of our inability for that we wish, with a disrelish of every thing else. Thus the intermediate seasons of the man of pleasure are more heavy than one would impose upon the vilest criminal.-Steele. MCCXXIV. They are the moths and scarabs of a state, The bane of empires, and the dregs of courts, MCCXXV. In matters of great concern, and which must be done, there is no surer argument of a weak mind than irresolution; to be undermined where the case is so plain, and the necessity so urgent. To be always intending to live a new life, but never to find time to set about it; this is as if a man should put off eating and drinking, and sleeping, from one day and night to another, till he is starved and destroyed.-Tillotson. MCCXXVI. I reckon this always-that a man is never undone, till he be hanged; nor never welcome to a place, till some certain shot be paid, and the hostess say, welcome. -Shakspeare. MCCXXVII. It is the fate of mankind, too often, to seem insensible of what they may enjoy at the easiest rate.-Sterne. MCCXXVIII. For theft, he that restores treble the value Makes satisfaction, and for want of means To do so, as a slave, must serve it out, MCCXXIX. Massinger. A drunken man is like a drown'd man, a fool, and a madman; one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him.Shakspeare. MCCXXX. So many candidates there stand for wit, Dryden to Nat. Lee, on his Rival Queens MCCXXXI. Reputation with the people depends upon chance, unless they are guided by those above them. They are but the keepers, as it were, of the lottery which Fortune sets up for renown; upon which Fame is bound to attend with her trumpet, and sound when men draw the prizes.-Dennis. MCCXXXII. There is no bounty to be show'd to such Their far-fetch'd dignity of soul a fancy, MCCXXXIII. It is with a poet, as with a man who designs to build, and is very exact, as he supposes, in casting up the cost beforehand; but, generally speaking, he is mistaken in his account, and reckons short in the expense he first intended. He alters his mind as the work proceeds, and will have this or that convenience more, of which he had not thought when he began.-Dryden. MCCXXXIV. A Think of you! to think of a whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a whirlwind, were a case of more steady contemplation; a very tranquillity of mind and mansion. fellow that lives in a windmill, has not a more whimsical dwelling than the heart of a man that is lodg'd in a woman. There is no point of the compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turn'd; and by one as well as another; for motion, not method, is their occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in love, is to be made wise from the dictates of reason, and yet persevere to play the fool by the force of instinct.-Way of the World-Congreve. MCCXXXV. All human business Fortune doth command Ben Jonson. |