Will not affront me,

He would not, with a peremptory tone,
Assert the nose upon his face his own.

Conversation. Line 121.
A moral
, sensible, and well-bred man
and no other can.

Line 193. Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

Line 251. I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume. Line 283. The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. Line 299.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.”

Line 303.

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Line 357
That good diffused may more abundant grow. Line 443.
A business with an income at its heels
Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.

Retirement. Line 614
Absence of occupation is not rest,
A mind quite vacant is a mind distress’d. Line 623.
An idler is a watch that wants both hands,

useless if it goes as if it stands. Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn.

Line 688.

As

Line 681.

See Pope, page 331.
See Pope, page 336.
See Butler, page 213.
The story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about fifteen
andred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of Cicero, is told
Pancirollus and others.

hu

Philologists, who chase
A panting syllable through time and space,
Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark
To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark.

Retirement. Line 692.
I praise the Frenchman,' his remark was shrewd, -
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

Line 739.
A kick that scarce would move a horse
May kill a sound divine.

The Yearly Distrese.
I am monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute.

Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk.
O Solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face?

Ibid.
But the sound of the church-going bell

These valleys and rocks never heard;
Ne'er sigh’d at the sound of a knell,

Or smiled when a Sabbath appear’d. Ibid.
How fleet is a glance of the mind !

Compared with the speed of its flight
The tempest itself lags behind,

And the swift-winged arrows of light. Ibid.
There goes the parson, O illustrious spark !
And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

On observing some Names of Little Note.
But oars alone ca

ne'er prevail
To reach the distant coast;
The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
Or all the toil is lost.

Human Frailty
And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

The Rose.

1 La Bruyère.

In

'Tis Providence alone secures

every change both mine and yours.

If birds confabulate or no.

A Fable. Moral I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau

Pairing Time Anticipated.
Misses ! the tale that I relate

This lesson seems to carry,
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But
proper
time to marry.

Ibid.
That though on pleasure she was bent,

She had a frugal mind. History of John Gilpin. A hat not much the worse for wear.

Ibid.
Now let us sing, Long live the king !

And Gilpin, Long live he!
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!

Ibid. he path of sorrow, and that path alone, eads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

To an Aflicted Protestant Lady United yet divided, twain at once : So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne."

The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exlu i larate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature.

Line 181. The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change leased with novelty, might be indulged. Line 506

Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade.

Line 673 God made the country, and man made the town.”

Line 749

And

1 Bucz

3 See

KINGHAM : The Rehearsal (the two Kings of Brentford).
Bacon, page 167.

1

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,"
Some boundless contiguity of shade,
Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
Of unsuccessful or successful war,
Might never reach me more.

The Task. Book it. The T'imepiece, Line 1

Mountains interposed
Make enemies of nations who had else,
Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

Line 17.

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn’d.

Line 29.

Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free!
They touch our country, and their shackles fall. Line 40.

Fast-anchor'd isle.

Line 151,

England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
My country!

8

Line 206

Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
Of her magnificent and awful cause.

Line 231

1 Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men! – Jeremiah ix. 2.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place! – Byron : Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 177.

2 Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliæ fines penetraverint eodem momento Ilberi sunt (Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaal, that moment they are free). — BODINUS : Liber i. c. 5.

Lord Campbell ("Lives of the Chief Justices," vol. ii. p. 418) says that “ Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave." The words attributed to Lord Mansfield, however, are not found in his judgment. They are in Hargrave's argument, May 14, 1772, where he speaks of England as "a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to breathe in." – Lorrt: Reports, p. 2.

8 See Churchill, page 413.

Praise enough
To fill the ambition of a private man,
That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.

The Task. Book ü. The Timepiece, Line 235.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Which only poets know.

Line 285.
Transforms old print
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.

Line 363.
Reading what they never wrote,
Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
And with a well-bred whisper close the scene. Line 411,
Thoe'er was edified, themselves were not. Line 444.

Line 606. ariety's the very spice of life.”

She that asks er dear five hundred friends.

Line 642.

His head,
Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
But strong for service still, and unimpair’d. Line 702.
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall !

Book iii. The Garden. Line 41.
Great contest follows, and much learned dust. Line 161.
From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of die opping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.; Line 188.

Dryden, page 277.
pleasure endures unseasoned by variety. — Pub. SYRUS: Maxim 406.
has spent all his life in letting down buckets into empty wells ; and
Etering away his age in trying to draw them up again. – Lady Hob

emoir of Sydney Smith, vol. i. p. 259.

be is friz land's !