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You see they'd have fitted him to a T.

Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784. I have found you an argument; I am not obliged to find you an understanding.

Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.1
Blown about with every wind of criticism.

Chap. x.
If the man who turnips cries
Cry not when his father dies,
'T is a proof that he had rather
Have a turnip than his father. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 30.

He was a very good hater.

The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public. 58.

The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

Dictionaries are like watches; the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true. Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily your hand, are the most useful after all.

Hawkins. 197. Round numbers are always false.

235, As with my hats upon my head

I walk'd along the Strand,
I there did meet another man
With his hat in his hand.*

George Steerens. 310. Abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult.

Hannah More. 467. The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone.

Northcote. 487.




1 A parody on “Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free," from Brooke's “Gustavus Vasa," first edition. 2 Ca Tried about with every wind of doctrine. – Ephesians iv. 14. a Elsewhere found, "I put my hat.” 4 A parody on Percy's "Hermit of Warkworth.”

Hawkesworth said of Johnson, “You have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world." Johnsoniana, Kearsley. 600.

His conversation does not show the minute-hand, but he strikes the hour very correctly.

604. Hunting was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England.


I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence.

Seward. 617. This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.

Prayers and Meditations. Against inquisitive and

perplexing Thoughts. Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people.

Tour to the Hebrides, Sept. 20, 1773. A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet,

Sept. 30, 1773. The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience." Pitt's Reply to Walpole. Speech, March 6, 1741. Towering in the confidence of twenty-one.

Letter to Bennet Langton. Jan. 9, 1758. Gloomy calm of idle vacancy.

Letter to Boswell. Dec. 8, 1763. Wharton quotes Johnson as saying of Dr. Campbell, “He is the richest author that ever grazed the common of literature."

1 This is the composition of Johnson, founded on some note or statement of the actual speech. Johnson said, " That speech I wrote in a garret, in Exeter Street.” BOSWELL : Life of Johnson, 1741.

LORD LYTTLETON. 1709-1773.


For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre
None but the noblest passions to inspire,
Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.

Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus Women, like princes, find few real friends.

Advice to a Lady. What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition ? To be fair. The lover in the husband may be lost.

Ibid. How much the wife is dearer than the bride.

An Irregular Ode. None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. Where none admire, 't is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.

Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country
Alas! by some degree of woe

We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.


EDWARD MOORE. 1712–1757.

Can't I another's face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lowers,
As if her merit lessen'd yours ?

The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ico

The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

The Spider and the Bee. Fable 24
But from the hoop's bewitching round,
very shoe has power to wound.

Ibid Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.'

The Happy Varriage. I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.'

The Gamester. Act i. Sc. 2. ”T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

Act in. Sc. 4. Labour for his pains.”

The Boy and the Rainbora


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Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. i. chap. zü Great wits jump.

Vol. iu. Chap. iz. “Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, "but nothing to this."

Chap.zi. Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!

Chap. ziä.

1 See Johnson, page 374.
2 See Shakespeare, page 101.
8 Great wits jump. — BYROM: The Nimmers.

BUCKINGHAM: The Chances, act. iv. sc. 1.

Good wits jump. – CERVANTEs: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. zzrciii.

The accusing spirit, which few up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.1

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. ri. Chap. viii. I am sick as a horse.

Vol. vi. Chap. ci. “They order," said I, “ this matter better in France.”

Sentimental Journey. Page 1. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren !”

In the Street. Calais. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.? Maria,

Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery,” said I, "still thou art a bitter draught."

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. The sad vicissitude of things.3

Sermon xvi. Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.

Sermon xxvii.


Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,

Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.4

Written on a Window of an Inn.

1 But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

CAMPBELL: Pleusures of Hope, part ii. line 357. 2 Dieu mésure le froid å la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb). — Henri ESTIENNE (1594): Prémices, etc. p. 47. • Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. – R. GIFFORD: Contemplation. Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to die

Works, rol. i. p. 76.

See Herbert, page 206.

See Johnson, page 372.

in, it should be an inn.

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