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To disconcert what Policy has planned ;
Where Policy is buried all night long
In setting right what Faction has set wrong.

War lays a burden on the reeling state.

Kiss the book's outride, who ne*er look
r within. L389,

Tbe man that dares traduce, because he can
With safety to himself, is not a man. /. 48t.

In such a cause they could not dare to fear.

/. 6tl.
What dotage will not Vanity maintain ?
What web too weak to catch a modem
- brain? I,6t8,

To praise Him is to serve Him. L644*

Or serves the champion in forenrio war
To flourinh and parade with at the bar.

I know the warning song is sung in vain,
That few will hear and fewer hewl the strain.

/. 7t4.
The poor, inured to drudgery and distress.
Act without aim, think little, and feel less,
And nowhere, but in feigned Arcadian

Taste happiness, or know what pleasure

means. Hope. /. 7,

Tlie rich grow i>oor, the i>oor become purse-
proud. /. 18.

Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much.

And just when evening turns the blue vault

To spend two hours in dressing for the day.

/. 81.
Serves merely as a soil for discontent
To thrive in. /. 99,

WhOe conversation, an exhausted stock,
Grows drowsy as the clicking of a clock.

Men deal with life as children with their

BeSgUm^ harsh, intolerant, austere,
I^rent of manners, lika hantAl, severe.



lO first misuse, then oast their toys away.


Man is the genuine offspring of revolt.



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His weekly drawl
Though ahort, too long. Hope. /. SOI,

Emulous always of the nearest place
To any throne, except the throne of grace.

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The centre of a thousand trades. /. 248,

Some eastward, and some westward, and
all wrong. /. 283,

Each man^s belief is right in his own eyes.


The wrong was his who wronrfuUr

complained. I. StS,

My creed is, he is safe that does his best,
And death's a doom suifident for the rest.

Fasting and prayer sit well upon a priest.

/. ^.
A hand as liberal as the light of day. I. 4^0,

And differing j udgments serve but to declare,

That Truth lies somewhere, if we knew but

where. /. 425,

The sacred book no longer suffers wrong,
Bound in the fetters of an unknown tongue,
But speaks with plainness art could never

What simplest minds can soonest

comprehend. /. 4SO,

And he that stole has learned to steal no
more. /. 525,

A knave when tried on honesty's plain rule,
And when by that of reason a mere fool.

Assrwled by scandal and the tongue of strife,
His only answer was a bUmeless life. /. 53^8,
Blush, Calumny ! and write upon his tomb,
If honest eulogy can spare thee room. 1.590,

No blinder bigot, I maintain it still,
Thau he who must have pleasure, come
what will. /. 595,

And spits abhorrence in the Christian's face.

Art thrives most
VHiere commerce has enridied the busy
coast Charity. /. II4,

Grief is itself a medicine. /. 259,

He found it inconvenient to be poor. /. 189,

Some men make gain a fountain, whence

A stream of liberal and heroic deeds. I, 244,

But let insolvent iimocenoe go free. /. 289,

Verse, like the Uurel, its immortal meed.
Should be the guerdon of a noble deed.

All truth is precious, if not all divine. L33I,
Flavia, most tender of her own good name.
Is rather careless of her sister's nune. 1, 453,

A teacher should be sparing of his smile.

No skill in swordmanship, however lust,
Can be secure against a madman's thrust.

When scandal has new minted an old lie.
Or taxed invention for a fresh supply,
'Tis called a satire. /. 513.

Pelting each other for the public good.

Spare the poet for his subject's sake. /. 636,

Conversation in its better part,

May be esteemed a gift, and not an art.

CoBYenatloii. L 3,

Words learned by rote, a parrot may

But talking is not always to converse. /. 7.

Oaths terminate, as Paul observes, all strife ;
Some men have surely then a peaceful life !

Asseveration blustering in your face
Makes contradiction such a hopeleaB casr.

Though sylloeisms han^ not on my tongue,
I am not surety always m tiie wrong ;
'Tis hard if all is false that I advance,
A fool must now and then be right by


A noisy man is always in the right


Dubius is such a scrupulous good man.

Ho would not with a peremptory tone
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befall.
Centering at last in having none at alL

Where men of judgment creep and feel

their way.
The positive pronounce without dismav.

The proud are always most provoked by
pride. /. 160.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can.


« Can this be true P " an arch observer cries ;
"Yes" (rather moved), "I saw it with

these eves."
" Sir ! I believe it on that ground alone ;
I could not, had I seen it with my own."

I, 231.

A tale should be judicious^ dear, succinct,
Thelanjg:uageplain,and incidents well linked;
Tell not as new what everybody knows.
And, new or old, still hasten to a dose.



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Permciinia weed ! ^ wliose soent the fair

Unfriendly to 80<dety'B chief joya.
Thy worst effect is baniflhin^ for honn
The sex whose presence ciTilises onrs.

CoBTsrsatloii. /. tSl.

I cannot talk with civet in the room.
A fine pnss gentleman that's all pernime ;
The sight's enough — ^no need to smell a hean.

The solemn fop, significant and hndge ;
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.

^ckneyed in husfaiefls, wearied at that oar,

Which thousands, once fast chained to, qait

no more. KstlrsmsBt Z.7.

His wit invites you hj his looks to come,
Bat when you knock it nerer is at home.

Some men employ their health, an ugly trick,
In malring known how oft tney have heon
ock- /. SIl.

Thus always teasmg others, always teased,
Hii only pleasure is— to be displeased. /. S4S,
Our wasted oil unprofitahly hums,
Lake hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

And finds a changing clime a happy sonroe
Of wise reflection and well-timed discourse.

The yisit paid, with ecstasy we come,
As frcnn a seven years' transportation, home.

And though the fox he follows may he

A. mere fox-follower never is reclaimed.

Whose only fit companion is his horse.

Ob, to the duh, the scene of savage joys,
The school of coarse good-fellowship and
noise. J. ^1,

Fashion, leader of a chattering train.
Whom msn, for his own hurt, permits to

No — marble and recording brass decay,
And, like the graver's memory, pass away.

I. 551.
It moves me more perhape than folly ought

And useless as a candle in a skufl. I, 785.
A poet does not work bj square or line.

Tbongh scch continual ngzags in a hook,*
fioeh drunken reelings, have an awkward
look. /. 8G6.

To find the medium asks some share of wit.
And tberafore 'tia a mark fools never lut


And having lived a trifler, die a


In the last scene of such a senseless play.

Custom's idiot sway. /. 49,

A mind released
fVom snxions thoughts how wealth may be
increased. /. 1S9.

The lover too shuns bnsinees. /. tl9.

The disencumbered Atlas of the state. IS94,

The good we never miss we rarely prize.

I. 406,
Some pleasures live a month and some a

But short the date of all we gather here.

Nature indeed looks prettily in rhyme.

He likes the country, but in truth must own,
Most likes it when he studies it in town.


Peers are not always generous as weD-bred.

Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.

A life of ease a diflScuIt pumdt /. 6S4.

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


Built God a church, and laughed his Word to

•com. /. 688.


A panting syllable through time and space.

T31 authors hear at length one general cry,
Tickle and entertain us, or we d& I /. 7(u.

Beggars invention and makes fimoy tame.

_ _ ^ 1.709.

I maise the Frenchman ;t his remark was

shrewd, —
" How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude I
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper— Solitude is sweet."


O'eiioyed was he to find.
That though on pleasure sue was bent,

She had a frugal mind.

History of John Otlpiii. SL 8,

And all agog
To dash through thick and thin. St, 10,

t La Bray^ ; also attribated to Jean Gues dt


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His hone, who nerer in that sort

Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got

Did wonder more and more.

Hiitonr of John Gilpin. St. t4.

Just like nnto a trundling mop.
Or a wild goose at play. St, S5,

A wig that flowed behind,
A. hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind. St, Jffi,

Now let us sine long live the King,

And Gilpin, long uTe he ;
And when he next doth ride abroad,

May I be there to see ! St, 63,

United yet dirided, twain at once •
So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.
The Task. The Sofa, I, 77,

So slow
The growth of what is excellent, so hard
To attain perfection in this nether world.

From pangs arthritic that infest the toe
Of libertine excess. 1, 105,

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,

Exhilarate ue spirit, and restore

The tone of languid nature. /. 181,

And infants clamorous, whether pleased or

pained. /. tSt,

Far-fetched and little worth. I, t4S,

Toils much to earn a monumental pile,
That may record the mischiefs he hath done.

/. fB76,

The guiltless eye

Commits no wrong, nor wastes what it

enjoys. /. S33.

Like a coy maiden, Ease, when courted most,

Farthest retires. /. 409,

But imitative strokes can do no more
Than please the eye. I, 4^.

The innocent are gay. /. 4^S,

The earth was made so various, that the

Of desultory man, studious of change.
And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

In cities vice is hidden with most ease.

Or seen with least reproach. A 689,

Where has commerce such a mart,
So rich^ so thronged, so drained, and so

As London, opulent, enlarged, and still
Increasing London P /. 719,

God made the country, and man made the
town.* /. 749.

• Borrowed from Varro (B.a 118 — b.c 29) : ** Ne<»
miruin, quod dlriDs nsttum dedit agrot, ars
bomana sdiOcavit urbM.**

Oh for a lodge in some vast wHdemess,
Some boundless contiguity of shade !

rA# Tims Piece, i, 2,

My ear is pained,
My soul is sick with everjr day's '■eport
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is
filled. /. 5.

Mountains interoosed,
Make enemies of nations, wno had else
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.

I would not have a slave to till my ground.
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep.
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever
earned. /. t9.

Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their

Keceive our air, that moment the^ are free ;
They touch our country, and their shackles

fall. /. 40.

England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.
My country 1 1 ^ ^^5^5.

Though thy clime
Be fickle, and th^r year, most part deformed
With dripping rains, or withwed by a frost,
I would not yet excnange thy sullen dciea.
And fields without a flower, for warmer

With all her vines. I B09.

In the name of soldiership and sense. I. f2!5.

Presume to lay their hand ux>on the aric
Of her magnificent and awful cause. /. tSl.

Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother-
tongue. /. tS5.

The nose of nice nobility. L t59.

We Justly boast
At least superior jockeyship, and claim
The honours of the turf as all our own.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,

Which only poets know. /. tS6,

And gives to prayer
The adagio and andante it demands. /. SGO.

Transforms old print
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gtulery critics by a thousand arts. /. 9SS.

Reading what they never wrote.

Just fifteen minut^ huddle up their work.

And with a well-bred whisper dose the

scene. /. 411,

Heard at conventicle, where worthy men.
Misled by custom, strain celestial themes
Through the pressed nostril. /. 437,

t Sec CbarchUl : " B« EDfla^d what she wlU^**


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Wlkoe'cT wms edified, themselTei were not
The Task. Tht Tims Piece, I, 444.

To eonrt a grin, when iron ehoiild woo a
•ouL /. 466.

Oh spue your idol ! think him human still ;
Cfaanns he may have, bat he haa fraUties too;
Dote not too much, nor spoil what ye admire.

How oft» when Panl haa serred ns with a

Has Epictetoa, PUto, Tally, preached !

Variety's the rery snice of life.
That gtTea it all its flaroar. /. 606.

She that asks
Her dear fiye hundred fiienda. /. 66t,

A graduated dance. /. 749.

And he was competent whose parse was so.

I. 752.
Aman of letters, and of manners too. /. 79t.

Cndfc the satiric thong.

Tks Garden. 1. 26.

Domestic happiness, thoa only bliss
Of Paradise that has sorviyed the Fall !

Where pleasure is adored,
That reeling j^dess with the zonelees waist
And wandoiag eyes, still leaning on the

How yarioas his employments, whom the

Calls idle. /. S6t.

Of Noy^ty, her fii^le frail support. L 61.

Dream after dream ensaes,
And stin they dream that they shall still

And still are disappointed. /. If7.

Sovne write a narratiye of wars, and feats
Of heroes little known, and call the rant
A history. /. 1S9.

And charge
Hia mind with meanings that he neyer had.


Great contest follows, and much learned

dost /. 161.

Stemity for babbles proyes at last

A. senselefiB bargain. /. i75.

From reyeries so airy, from the toil
Oi dropping backets mto empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up !

God neyer meant thi^ man should scale the

By strides ot human wisdom. t til.

Full often too
Onr wayward intellect, the more we learn
Ot nMtm, orerlooka hetr Author more.

I. 956.

P rirtui '• ^'

Studious of laborious



Experience, slow preceptress, teaching oft
The way to glory by miscarriage f ouL /. 505.

Who loyes a garden, loyes a greenhouse too.

Oh thou,* resort and mart of all the earth,
Chequered with all complexions of mankind.
And spotted with all cnmes ; in which I see
Much that I loye, and more that I adniire.
And all that I abhor ; thou freckled fair,
That pleases and yet shocks me. /. 8S5.

I bum to set the imprisoned wranglers free,

And giye them yoioe and utterance once

agam. The Winter Evening. I. 34.

Now stir the fire and close the shutters fast.

The cups
That cheer but not mebriate.f

This folio of four pages, happy work !
Which not eyen critics criticise.^

And Katerfelto, with his hair on end,
' At his own wonders,, wondering for his
bread. ' /. 86^

lis pleasant through the loopholes of retreat
To peep at such a world ; to see the stir
Of me great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

While fancy, like the finger of a dock.
Buns the great circuit, and b still at home.

/. 118.

Winter ! ruler of the inyerted year. /. ItO.

1 crown thee king of intimate delights.
Fireside enjoyments, homebom happiness.

^ ^ L 139.

The slope of faces from the fioor to the roof,
(As if one master spring controlled them all),
Belaxed into a umyerwl grin. /. 202.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
Exuanguinea hearts, clubs tyjncal of strife.
And spades, the emblem of untimely grayes.

/. 217.

Parlour twilight ; such a ^loom

Suits weD the thoughtful or unthmking

mind. •• 278.

Poor yet industrious, modest, quiet, neat.

^ I. S74*

But poyerty, with most who whimper forth
Their long complaints, is self-infiicted woe ;
The effect of lariness, or sottish waste.

I. if9.

• London. ^ , ,..*••

t ••Cnpe which cheer bat not taebnate.
Bishop Berkeley's "Siris," par. 217. S« "Notes
sod Queries," 2nd series. No. 86. p. 490
t Newspaper.

Lick Obocrvalo.y Library,
Mt ilamilton, Caliiorniai

Digitized by




A whiff
Of stale debauch.

The Talk. The WinUr Evening, 1 469.

Gloriously drunk. 1. 610,

And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. /. 616,

Increase of power begets increase of wealth.

/. 680.
Foppery atones
For folly, gallanfry for every vice. I. 689.

The Frenchman's darling.* L 765.

But war's a game, wliich, were their subjects

Kings would not play at.

Th$ Winter Morning Walk. I 187,

In every heart
Are sown the sparks that kindle fiery war.


And the first smith was the first murderer's

Bon. U £19.

Who so worthy to control themselves
As he whose prowess had subdued their
foes? LtS6.

Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone
To reverence what is ancient, and can plead .
A course of long observance for its use.

The beggarly last doit. /. SSI.

We love
The king who loves the law. /. SS6.

I would not be a king to be beloved
Causeless, and dau^d with undisceming
praise. L S6jf.

As dreadful as the Manichean god, t
Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.

But the age of virtuous politics is past.

Patriots are grown too shrewd to be sincere,
And we too wise to trust them. /. 600.

His ambition is to sinkj
To reach a depth profounder still, and still
Profounder, in the fathomless abyss
Of foUy. /. 697.

He foresees
The fatal issue to his health, fame, peace.
Fortune and dignity. /. 605,

What none can prove a forgery may be true ;

What none but bad men wish exploded,

must. /. 617.

Remorse begets reform. /. 6tS.

And with poetic trappings graoe thy prose.

They lived unknown
Till Persecution dragged them into fame
And chased them up to heaven. /. 7t9.

* Mlgnonettt^

t Tlje f oirer of ^vlL

He is the freeman whom the trath mak««
free. /. 7S8.

But who, with filial confidence inspired,
Can lift to heaven an unTOesumptuous eye.
And smiling say— " My Father made them
aU!" 1750.

Give what Thou canst, vrithoat Thee we

are poor;
And with Thee rich, take what Thou

wilt away. /. 910.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
And as the mind ispitcned the ear is pleased
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grare.
Some chord m unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.
The Winter Walk at Nom. I. 1.

How soft the music of those Tillage bells

Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet. /. 6.

But not to understand a treasure's worth
TUl time has stolen away the slighted good,
Is cause of half the poverty we feel.
And makes the world the wilderness it is.

Here the heart
May giviB a useful lesson to the head.
And foaming wiser srow without his books.
Knowledge and wisaom, far from being one.
Have oft-times no connexion. I. 85.

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.

Some, to the fascination of a name
Surrender judgment hoodwinked. Some

the style
Infatuates, and through labyrinths and

Of error leads them, by a tune entranced.

/. lOU
Nature is but a name for an effect
Whose cause is Gk>d. 2. ttJ^

Noblest of the train

That wait on man, the flight-pexfonmnfr

horse. ^ ^ l.J^.

Carnivorous, through sin,

Feed on the slain, but spare the living

brute. I. 4Sr.

I would not enter on my list of friends,
(Though graced with polished manners at&d

fine sense
Yet wanting sensibility) the man
Who needl^sly sets foot upon a worm.

Commemoration mad ; content to hear
(Oh wonderful effect of music's power !)
Messiah's eulogy, for Handel's sake. I. 6S5,

Or wrap himself in Hamlet's inky cloak.
And strut and storm and straadle, stanm
^d stf^. I. 67^


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Sweet is the barp of prophecj ; too sweet
Not to be wTong'd by a mere mortal touch.
TbeTmik. The WinUr WalkatNoon, 1.747,

'Words wind thrnnselTes into our sweetest
iloweis. 1 831,

All parton are alike
To wsndering sheep, xesolyed to foHow
™»e. L890,

The wadest sooraer of his Maker's laws
lindi in a sober mommt time to pause.

Tiroeinliuii. /. 65.

Troths that the leam'd puisue with eager

Are noi important always as dear-bought.

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

In early days the Conscience has in most
A qnicknees whidi in later life is lost. /. 109.

'Twere well with most if books that could

Their childhood, pleased them at a riper

•ge. I.£j7,

Wonld yon yoor son should be a sot or

LasciTions, headstronff , or all these at once ;
That in good time^ ttte stripling's finished

For loose expense and fashionable waste,
Should prore your ruin, and his own at last,
Train hun in public with a mob of boys.

To follow foolkh precedents, and wink
With both our eyes, is easier than to think.

Small skin in Latin, and still less in Greek,
la more than adequate to all I seek. /. SS5.
The parson knows enough who knows a
!>««>. /. 40S.

A piece of mere church-furniture at best

Few boys are bom with talents that excel.
But aU are capable of living well. /. 609.
A man of letters, manners, morals, parts.


Tenants of life*s middle state,

Seenrdy phoed between the small and great.

Whose character, ret undebauched, retains

Two-thirds of aU the virtue that remains.

I>Mgned by Nature wise, but self-made
tOolB. 1. 8S7.

Beasoning at every step he treadi^

Man yet mistakes nis wa^r,
Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads,
Are rarely known to stray. The Doves.

Then shifting his side (as & lawyer knows
how). Report of an A<Uudtfed Case.

Profusion apes the noble part
And dulnsM of discretion.

Friendship. 8t. 1,

Religion should extinguish strife,
And make a calm of human life ;

But friends that chance to differ
On points which Qod has left at large.
How fiercely will they meet and charge !

No combatants are stiffor. St. tS.

The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumps upon your back

How he esteems your merit.
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed

To pardon or to bear it. St. t9.

ToU for the brave !

The brave that are no more !
All sunk beneath the wave,

Fast by their native shore !

Loss of the Royal George.

Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.

PaiHng-time Anticipated.

I am monarch of all I survey,

My right there is none to dispute.

Verses. Alex. Selkirk.

O solitude ! where are the charms

That sages have seen in thy face P lb.

Never hear the sweet music of speech, lb.

Society, friendship, and love

Divinely bestowed upon man. lb.

But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard. lb.

An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin,

Broad-cloth without, and a warm soul
within. EplsUe to Jos. Hill.

Forced from home and sU its pleasures.

The Hegro's Complaint

He blamed and protested, but joined in the

plan ;
He shared in the plunder, but pitied the

man. Pity for Poor Africans.

In sooth the sorrow of such days

Is not to be expressed,
When he that takes and he that pays

Are both alike distressed.

The Yearly Distress. St. 6.

A kick that scarce would move a horse.
May loll a sound divine. St. 16.

His head alone remained to tell
The cruel death he died.

The Death of a BuUflBeh.


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The path of sorrow, and that path alone
LeaoB to the land where sorrow is unknown.
Bpittie to a Protestant l«ady.

Beware of desperate steps. Tlie darkest day,

live till to-morrow, will have passed away.

The Heedleii Alarm.

Oh that those lips had language ! Life has

With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
On the Receipt of my Mother's Ptotore. /. 1.

Blest be the art that can immortalise. /. 8.

A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu !


Not scorned in heaTen, thoogh little noticed
here. U 73.

I should ill requite thee to constrain
Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. /. 86,

Me, howling blasts drive devious, tempest-

Sails ripped, aeama opening wide, and
compass lost. /. lOt,

The son of parents passed into the skies.

/. 111.

Thee to deplore were grief misspent indeed ;

It were to weep that goodness naa its meed.

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