LORD LYTTELTON. 1709-1773. For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Women, like princes, find few real friends. Advice to a Lady. What is your sex's earliest, latest care, The lover in the husband may be lost. Ibid. Ibid. How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode. None without hope e'er loved 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. Song. EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757. Can't I another's face commend, Fable ix. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Fable x. The Spider and the Bee. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Ibid. Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, 'T is now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4. DYER. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie. Published in the early part of the reign of George I. LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768. 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. Vol. ii. Ch. xii. "Our armies swore terribly in Flanders,” cried my uncle Toby, "but nothing to this." Ibid. Vol. iii. Ch. xi. The accusing spirit, which flew 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 Ibid. Vol. vi. Ch. viii. "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. Ibid. In the Street. Calais. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.2 Ibid. Maria. "Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, “still thou art a bitter draught.” Ibid. The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. I Cf. Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, ii. Line 357. 2 Dieu mesure le froid à la brebis tondue. Henri Estienne, Prémices, etc., p. 47. (1594) To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure. Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763. Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Written on a Window of an Inn. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Parti. I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. Ibid. Part ii. Hope. For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield. The Schoolmistress. St. 5. Pun-provoking thyme. Ibid. St. II. A little bench of heedless bishops here, Ibid. St. 28. 1 There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. — Johnson, Boswell's Life, 1766. Archbishop Leighton often said, that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn. — Works, Vol. i. p. 76. THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1. Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields belov'd in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, I feel the gales that from ye blow They hear a voice in every wind, Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, The tear forgot as soon as shed, Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense they have of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Stanza 2. Stanza 4. Stanza 5. Ah, tell them they are men! Stanza 6. And moody madness laughing wild, Amid severest woe. Stanza & To each his sufferings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. |