I cast to go a shooting: Long wand'ring up and down the land I bent my bolt against the bush, But then heard no more rustling. So long I shot that all was spent, He wote I how to cease it. (Willy.) Thomalin, I pity thy plight, For once I heard my father say Shepherd's Calendar-Spenser. DCCCXXVII. The Reason of things lies in a narrow compass, if the mind could at any time be so happy as to light upon it. Most of the writings and discourses in the world are but illustration and rhetoric, which signifies as much as nothing to a mind in pursuit after the philosophical truth of things.-South. DCCCXXVIII. There is but one way to Heaven, for the learned and the unlearned.-Bishop Taylor. DCCCXXIX. Some are born With base impediments to rise, To what the favourite fools of chance Virtue can gain the odds of fate, Upon th' unworthy mind. DCCCXXX. Not inspiration can obtain Parnell. That Fame, which poets languish for in vain. How mad their aim, who thirst for glory, strive DCCCXXXI. Diversions are the most properly applied, to ease and relieve those who are oppressed, by being too much employed. Those that are idle have no need of them, and yet they, above all others, give themselves up to them. To unbend our thoughts, when they are too much stretched by our cares, is not more natural than it is necessary; but to turn our whole life into a holy-day, is not only ridicu lous, but destroyeth pleasure instead of promoting it.— Saville. DCCCXXXII. With the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras'd, Shine inward, and the mind through all her power DCCCXXXIII. Milton. A widow and a government are ready upon all occastons, to tax the new husband and the new prince with the merits of their predecessors, unless the former hus The Bookseller. band was hang'd and the former king sent to grass; and then they bid them take fair warning by their destiny.Tom Brown. DCCCXXXIV. Within the brain's most secret cells, DCCCXXXV. Churchill. How long must women wish in vain No art can fickle man retain, Or fix a roving mind. Yet fondly we ourselves deceive And empty hopes pursue; Though false to others, we believe They will to us prove true. DCCCXXXVI. Shadwell. It might well seem strange, if any man should write a book, to prove, that an egg is not an elephant, and that a musket-bullet is not a pike: it is every whit as hard a case, to be put to maintain, by a long discourse, that what we see, and handle, and taste to be bread, is bread, and not the body of a man; and what we see and taste to be wine, is wine, and not blood: and if this evidence may not pass for sufficient, without any farther proof, I do not see why any man, that hath confidence enough to do so, may not deny any thing to be what all the world sees it is; or affirm any thing to be what all the world sees it is not: and this without all possibility of being farther confuted. So that the business of Transubstantiation is not a controversy of scripture against scripture, or of reason against reason, but of downright impudence against the plain meaning of scripture, and all the sense and reason of mankind.-Tillotson. DCCCXXXVII. Spirit alone is too powerful for use. It will produce madness rather than merriment; and instead of quenching thirst will inflame the blood. Thus Wit, too copiously poured out, agitates the hearer with emotions rather violent than pleasing: every one shrinks from the force of its oppression: the company sits entranced and overpowered; all are astonished, but nobody is pleased. Johnson. DCCCXXXVIII. Life makes the soul dependent on the dust; Death gives her wings to mount above the spheres. DCCCXXXIX. Young. Oh! just and mighty Death! What none have dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world have flattered, thou alone hast cast out of the world, and despised, thou hast drawn together all the far-fetched greatness, all the cruelty and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet.-Sir W. Raleigh-on the Monuments of Princes. DCCCXL. (Adam to Eve) Sole partner, and sole part of all these joys, Dearer thyself than all: needs must the Power Be infinitely good, and of his good As liberal and free as infinite; That rais'd us from the dust, and placed us here In all this happiness, who at his hand Have nothing merited, nor can perform |