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Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.

July 1, 1748. Style is the dress of thoughts.

Nov. 24, 1749.

Despatch is the soul of business.

Feb. 5, 1750.

Chapter of accidents.?

Feb. 16, 1753.

I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation,” which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.

The World. No. 101.
Unlike my subject now shall be my song ;
It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.

Impromptu Lines.
The dews of the evening most carefully shun, -
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Advice to a Lady in Autumn. The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom.

Character of Pulteney. He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.8

Character of Bolingbroke.

1 Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, “Sacrifice to the Graces." - DIOGENES LAERTIUS : Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2.

Let us sacrifice to the Muses. — PLUTARCH: The Banquet of the Seren Wise Men. (A saying of Solon.)

2 Chapter of accidents. BURKE : Notes for Speeches (edition 1852), vol. i. p. 426.

John Wilkes said that “the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book.” - SOUTHEY: The Doctor, chap. cxviii.

3 Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
And touched nothing that he did not adorn.

JOHNSON: Epitaph on Goldsmith.
Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he touched). –
Fénelox: Lettre sur les Occupations de l'Académie Française, sect. iv.

MATTHEW GREEN. 1696–1737.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. Line 93.
Thus I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.

Though pleased to see the dolphins play,
I mind my compass and my way.


RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.

He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

The Bastard. Line 7.
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

Character of Foster.

ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.

The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appallid,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.

The Grare. Part i. Line 9.
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.”

Line 58. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society !

Line 88. Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance ! Line 109.

1 See Pope, page 331.
2 See Dryden, page 277.

The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! 'T is long since Death had the majority.

The Grave. Part ii. Line 449. The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between." Line 586.

JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.

Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.

The Seasons. Spring. Line 1. Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

Line 283. But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ?

Line 465. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest.

Line 996. Delightful task ! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot.

Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! Line 1158. The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.

Summer. Line 47. Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ?

Line 67. But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east.

Line 81.

1 See Norris, page 281.

Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.

The Seasons. Summer. Line 946. And Mecca saddens at the long delay.

Line 979. For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab’ring round the stormy cape. Line 1003. Sigh’d and look'd unutterable things.

Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs.

Line 1285. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

Line 1346. Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age. Line 1516. Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. Autumn, Line 2.

Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.

Line 204. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal’d. Line 229. For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. Line 233. See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.?

Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

Line 393. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead. Line 431. The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.

Line 625. 1 See Milton, page 234.

Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornate, quas id ipsum diceat, sic hac subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight). — Cicero: Orator, 23, 78.

2 () Winter, ruler of the inverted year. - CowPER : The Task, book iv. Winter Evening, line 34.

These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.

Hymn. Line 1. Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. Line 25. From seeming evil still educing good.

Line 114. Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise. Line 118. A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky: There eke the soft delights that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh; But whate'er smack’d of noyance or unrest Was far, far off expellid from this delicious nest.

The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6. O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace.

Stanza 26. Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.

Stanza 30. Scoundrel maxim. A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.

Stanza 68. A little round, fat, oily man of God.

Stanza 69. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve: Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.

Canto ii. Stanza 3.


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