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the state of himself. His actions are his privy-council, wherein no man must partake beside. He speaks under rule and prescription, and dares not show his teeth without Machiavel. He converses with his neighbour as he would in Spain, and fears an inquisitive man as much as an inquisition. He suspects all questions for examinations, and thinks you would pick something out of him, and avoids you. He delivers you common matters with great conjuration of silence, and whispers you in the ear acts of parliament. You may as soon wrest a tooth from him as a paper, and whatsoever he reads is letters. He dares not talk of great men for fear of bad comments, and he knows not how his words may be misapplied. Ask his opinion and he tells you his doubt; and he never hears any thing more astonishedly than what he knows before. His words are like the cards at primivist, here 6 is 18, and 7, 21; for they never signify what they sound; but if he tell you he will do a thing, it is much as if he swore he would not. He is one, indeed, that takes all men to be craftier than they are, and puts himself to a great deal of affliction to hinder their plots and designs, where they mean freely. He has been long a riddle to himself, but at last finds dipus; for his overacted dissimulation discovers him, and men do with him as they would with Hebrew letters, spell him backwards, and read him.-Bishop Earle.

CCXXXVI. If the master takes no account of his servants, they will make small account of him, and care not what they spend, who are never brought to an audit.-Fuller.

CCXXXVII.
The darts of love, like lightning, wound within,
And, tho’ they pierce it, never hurt the skin;
They leave no marks behind them where they fly,
Tho' thro’ the tend'rest part of all, the eye.

Butler.
CCXXXVIII. -
As ceremony is the invention of wise men to keep fools

at a distance, so good breeding is an expedient to make fools and wise men equals.-Steele.

CCXXXIX. . The difference there is betwixt honour and honesty, seems to be chiefly the motive: the mere honest man does that from duty, which the man of honour does for the sake of character.-Shenstone.

CCXL. The scholars of modern times, perceiving how unpropitious the study of poetry, and other elegant and sublime sciences, generally prove to the acquisition of wealth, now sordidly apply their minds to the more gainful employments of law, physic, and divinity. The prospect of lucre is now the only stimulus to learning; and he is the deepest arithmetician, who can count the greatest number of fees; the truest geometrician, who can measure out the largest fortune; the most perfect astrologer, who can best turn the rise and fall of others' stars to his own advantage; the ablest optician, who can most reflect upon himself the beneficial beams of great men’s favours; the most ingenious mechanic, who can raise himself to the highest point of preferment; and the soundest theologian, who can preach himself into an excellent living. --Burton.

CCXLI. Socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; Plato, a privilege of nature; Theophrastus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delightful prejudice; Carneades, a solitary kingdom; Domitian said, that nothing was more grateful; Aristotle affirmed, that beauty was better than all the letters of recommendation in the world: Homer, that 'twas a glorious gift of nature: and Ovid, alluding to him, calls it a favour bestowed by the gods.---From the Italian.

CCXLII. A man endowed with great perfections, without good. breeding, is like one who has his pockets full of gold, but always wants change for his ordinary occasions. ----Steele. CCXLIII. Thus much the poet must necessarily borrow of the philosopher, as to be master of the common topics of morality. He must at least be specially honest, and in all appearance a friend to virtue throughout his poem. The good and wise will abate him nothing in this kind. And the people, though corrupt, are, in the main, best satisfied with this conduct.-Shaftesbury,

CCXLIV. Each heart is a world of nations, classes, and individuals; full of friendships, enmities, indifferences; full of being and decay, of life and death; the past the present, and the future: the springs of health and engines of disease: here joy and grief, hope and fear, love and hate, fluctuate, and toss the sullen and the gay, the hero and the coward, the giant and the dwarf, deformity and beauty, on ever-restless waves. You find all within yourself that you can find without: the number and character of your friends within, bear an exact resemblance to your external ones; and your internal enemies are just as many, as inveterate, as irreconcilable, as those without; the world that surrounds you is the magic glass of the world, and of its forms within you; the brighter you are yourself, so much brighter are your friends; so much more polluted your enemies. Be assured then, that to know yourself perfectly, you have only to set down a true statement of those that have ever loved or hated you. -Lavater.

CCXLV. Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar. --Shakspeare.

CCXLVI.
Nr can the rigourousest course
Prevail, unless to make us worse;
Who still the harsher we are us’d,
Are further off from b'ing reduc'd,
And scorn t'abate, for any ills,
The least punctilios of our wills.

Force does but whet our wits t'apply.
Arts, born with us for remedy,
Which all your politics, as yet,
Had ne'er been able to defeat:
For, when ye’ve try'd all sorts of ways,
What fools do we make of you in plays?
While all the favours we afford,
Are but to girt you with the sword,
To fight our battles in our steads,
And have your brains beat out o’your heads.

Butler.-Lady's Answer to Hydibras.

CCXLVII. It is but too often the fate of scholars to be servile and poor. Many of them are driven to hard shifts, and turn from grasshoppers into humble bees, from humble bees into wasps, and from wasps into parasites, making the muses their mules to satisfy their hunger-starved paunches, and get a meal's meat: their abilities and knowledge only serving them to curse their fooleries with better grace. They have store of gold without knowing how to turn it to advantage; and, like the innocent Indians, are drained of their riches without receiving a suitable reward.—Burton.

CCXLVIII. The good advocate not onely heares but examines his client, and pincheth the cause where he fears it is foundred. For many clients in telling their case, rather plead than relate it, so that the advocate hears not the true state of it, till opened by the adverse party. Surely, the lawyer that fills himself with instructions, will travell longest in the cause without tiring. Others that are so quick in searching, seldom searche to the quicke; and those miraculous apprehensions who understand more than all, before the client hath told halfe, runne without their errand, and will return without their answer.-Fyller,

CCXLIX. A good mien in a court will carry a man greater lengths than a good understanding in any other place. We see

VOL. II.

a world of pains taken, and the best years of life spent in collecting a set of thoughts in a college for the conduct of life, and, after all, the man so qualified shall hesitate in his speech to a good suit of clothes, and want com. mon sense before an agreeable woman. Hence it is, that wisdom, valour, justice, and learning, cannot keep a man in countenance that is possessed with these excellences, if he want that inferior art of life and behaviour, called good-breeding.--Steele.

CCL. It is with narrow-souled people as with narrow-necked bottles; the less they have in them, the more noise they make in pouring it out.-Pope.

CCLI. (Love.) I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's

whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh:
A critic; nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o’er the boy.
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This wimpled, wining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Don Cupid;
Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

Sole emperator and great general
Of trotting parators. O my little heart.--
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop!
What? 1! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a repairing: ever out of frame;
And never going aright; being a watch,
But being watch'd that it may still go right?

Škakspeare.

CCLII. Our minds are of such a make, that they naturally give themselves up to every diversion which they are much

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