The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.1
The Deserted Village. Line 232.

To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

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Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.

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In all the silent manliness of grief.

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O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

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Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
It's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.2
The Haunch of Venison.

As aromatic plants bestow
No spicy fragrance while they grow;
But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

The Captivity. Act i.

To the last moment of his breath,

On hope the wretch relies;
And even the pang preceding death
Bids expectation rise.*

Act ii.

1 The twelve good rules were ascribed to King Charles I.: 1. Urge no healths. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no state matters. 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make no comparisons. 7. Maintain no ill opinions. 8. Keep no bad company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repeat no grievances. 12. Lay no

wagers.

2 See Tom Brown, page 286.

3 See Bacon, page 165.

4 The wretch condemn'd with life to part

Still, still on hope relies;

And every pang that rends the heart

Bids expectation rise.

Original MS.

Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
Adorns and cheers our way;1

And still, as darker grows the night,

Emits a brighter ray.

The Captivity. Act ii.

Our Garrick's a salad; for in him we see

Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

Retaliation. Line 11.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

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Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.

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A flattering painter, who made it his care

To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

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Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
As a wit, if not first, in the

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very first line.

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On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
'T was only that when he was off he was acting.

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He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

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Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. Line 112.

When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.

Retaliation. Line 145.

The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.1

Good people all, with one accord,

Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word
From those who spoke her praise.

Postscript.

Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,

2 Written in imitation of "Chanson sur le fameux La Palisse," which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye :

On dit que dans ses amours

Il fut caressé des belles,

Qui le suivirent toujours,

Tant qu'il marcha devant elles

(They say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who always fol

lowed him as long as he walked before them).

3 While Fell was reposing himself in the hay,

A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay;

But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light,

And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite.

LESSING: Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram by Demodocus.

A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night, a stocking all the day.'

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Description of an Author's Bed-chamber.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.2 The Good-Natured Man. Act i.

All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.

Silence gives consent.3

Measures, not men, have always been my mark.*

Act i.

Act ii.

Ibid.

I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine."

She Stoops to Conquer. Acti.

Ibid.

The very pink of perfection. The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.

I'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Act iii.

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.

Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i.

Handsome is that handsome does."

Ibid.

The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the

1 See page 397.

2 Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils, but present evils triumph over it. ROCHEFOUCAULD: Maxim 22.

3 RAY: Proverbs. FULLER: Wise Sentences.

4 Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures. BURKE: Thoughts on the Causes of the Present Discontents.

5 See Bacon, page 171.

6 See Chaucer, page 4.

essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii.

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,

And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.

Ibid.

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1.

Taught by that Power that pities me,

I learn to pity them.1

Man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long."

And what is friendship but a name,
A charm that lulls to sleep,

A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?

Ibid. Stanza 6.

Stanza 8.

Stanza 19.

The sigh that rends thy constant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too.

Stanza 33.

By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.

Chap. ix.

They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

Ibid.

It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.3

Chap. x.

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

1 See Burton, page 185.

Chap. xix.

2 See Young, page 308.

3 An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit. PLINY THE YOUNGER: Letters, book ii. letter xv. 1.

4 See Middleton, page 174.