And, like an anchorite, gives over I grant (quoth she) there are some few Hudibras, Part III., Canto I. MARRIAGE of all states, Makes most unhappy, or most fortunates. H. VAUGHAN. Jenny. A DISH of married love right soon grows cauld, Peggy. But we'll grow auld together, and ne'er find The loss of youth, when love grows on the mind. Till wide their spreading branches have increast, Sic as stand single,-(a state sae liked by you), ELECTION. THE day of election is madman's holiday, 'tis the golden day of liberty which every voter on that day takes to market, and is his own salesman; for man, at that time being considered as a mere machine, is acted upon as machines are; and to make his wheels move properly, he is properly greased in the fist. Every freeholder enjoys his portion of septennial insanity; he'll eat and drink with everybody without paying for it; because he's bold and free; then he'll knock down everybody who won't say Good heaven no doubt the nuptial state approves, POPE. January and May. as he says, to prove his abhorrence of arbitrary power, and preserve the liberty of Old England for ever, huzza ! HOUSE OF COMMONS. STEEVENS. Sir Francis. O, THE good of our country is above all things; what a noble and glorious thing it is, Mrs. Motherly, that England can boast of five hundred zealous gentlemen, all in one room, all of one mind, upon a fair occasion, to go altogether by the ears for the good of their country. CONGREVE. A Journey to London. Crites. VANITY. SHOULD once the world resolve t' abolish All that's ridiculous, and foolish, T' apply in jest or earnest to, BUTLER. Miscellaneous Thoughts. How are thy painted beauties doted on how pursued With oven and extended appetite ! How they do sweat, and run themselves from breath, Still turning giddy till they reel like drunkards, * Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding. POPE. Which her bawd custom dawbs her cheeks withal) (How antick and ridiculous so e'er It suits with us,) yet will our muffled thoughts And if we can but banish our own sense, As if we practised in a pasteboard case And no one saw the motion but the motion. BEN JONSON. Cynthia's Revels. FRAILTY. LORD, in my silence how do I despise Is styled honour, riches, or fair eyes; * * But when I view abroad both regiments, Thine clad with simpleness, and sad events; Full of glory and gay weeds, Brave language, braver deeds: That which was dust before, doth quickly rise, GEORGE HERBERT. OUR pains are real things, and all With which our nakedness is deck'd; Yet makes us swell with pride, and boast, BUTLER. On the Weakness and Misery of Man. INNOCENCE. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid, Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; COWPER. HAPPY INSENSIBILITY. IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, About the frozen time. Ah! would 'twere so with many KEATS. YESTERDAY the sullen year Saw the snowy whirlwind fly; GRAY. Ode on Vicissitude. BUT, Mousie, thou art no thy lane And leave us nought but grief and pain, Still thou art blest, compared wi' me! And forward, tho I canna see, I guess and fear. BURNS. To a Field Mouse. DEMOCRACY. Reign of the Saints. AND now the saints began their reign, To see an empire all of kings Deliver'd from th' Egyptian awe Of justice, government, and law. For when they came to shape the model, |