has been long a riddle himself, but at last finds Edipus'; for his over-acted dissimulation discovers him, and men do with him as they would with Hebrew letters, spell him backwards, and read him.—Bishop Earle. CCXXXVI. 236 If the master takes no account of his servants, they will make small account of him, and care not what they spend, who are never brought to an audit.Fuller. CCXXXVII. 237 The darts of love, like lightning, wound within, CCXXXVIII. 238 Butler. As ceremony is the invention of wise men to keep fools at a distance, so good breeding is an expedient to make fools and wise men equals.-Steele. CCXXXIX. 239 The difference there is betwixt honour and honesty, seems to be chiefly the motive: the mere honest man does that from duty, which the man of honour does for the sake of character.-Shenstone. CCXL. 241 The scholars of modern times, perceiving how unpropitious the study of poetry, and other elegant and sublime sciences, generally prove to the acquisition of wealth, now sordidly apply their minds to the more gainful employments of law, physic, and divinity. The prospect of lucre is now the only stimulus to learning; and he is the deepest arithmetician, who can count the greatest number of fees; the truest geometrician, who can measure out the largest fortune; the most perfect astrologer, who can best turn the rise and fall of others' stars to his own advantage; the ablest optician, who can most reflect upon himself the beneficial beams of great men's favours; the most ingenious mechanic, who can raise himself to the highest point of preferment; and the soundest theologian, who can preach himself into an excellent living.-Burton. CCXLI. 24/ Socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; Plato, a privilege of nature; Theophrastus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delightful prejudice; Carneades, a solitary king. dom; Domitian said, that nothing was more grateful; Aristotle affirmed, that beauty was better than all the letters of recommendation in the world: Homer, that 'twas a glorious gift of nature; and Ovid, alluding to him, calls it a favour bestowed by the gods.--From the Italian. CCXLII. 242 A man endowed with great perfections, without goodbreeding, is like one who has his pockets full of gold, but always wants change for his ordinary occasions.-Steele. 2 CCXLIII. 43 Thus much the poet must necessarily borrow of the philosopher, as to be master of the common topics of morality. He must at least be speciously honest, and in all appearance a friend to virtue throughout his poem. The good and wise will abate him nothing in this kind. And the people, though corrupt, are, in the main, best with this conduct.-Shaftesbury. CCXLIV. 44. satisfied Each heart is a world of nations, classes, and individuals; full of friendships, enmities, indifferences; full of being and decay, of life and death; the past, the present, and the future; the springs of health and engines of disease here joy and grief, hope and fear, love and hate, fluctuate, and toss the sullen and the gay, the hero and the coward, the giant and the dwarf, deformity and beauty, on ever-restless waves. You find all within G yourself that you can find without the number and cha racter of your friends within, bear an exact resemblance to your external ones; and your internal enemies are just as many, as inveterate, as irreconcilable, as those without; the world that surrounds you is the magic glass of the world, and of its forms within you; the brighter you are yourself, so much brighter are your friends; so much more polluted your enemies. Be assured then, that to know yourself perfectly, you have only to set down a true statement of those that have ever loved or hated you.Lavater. CCXLV. 245 Honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey, a sauce to sugar. Shakspeare. CCXLVI. 24 Nor can the rigourousest course For, when ye 've try'd all sorts of ways, Are but to girt you with the sword, To fight our battles in our steads, And have your brains beat out o' your heads. CCXLVII. 247 It is but too often the fate of scholars to be servile and poor. Many of them are driven to hard shifts, and turn from grasshoppers into humble bees, from humble bees into wasps, and from wasps into parasites, making the wishes a strong argument that our minds and bodies were both meant to be for ever active.-Shenstone. CCLIV. Scholars cannot avoid the painful and alarming recollection, that in this race for literary fame," many are called, but few chosen ;" and that the high distinction which accompanies the character of a real scholar, depends more upon nature than art: all are not equally capable and docile; ex omni ligno non fit Mercurius. Kings may create majors, knights, barons, and other officers, but cannot make scholars, philosophers, artists, orators, and poets.-Burton. CCLV. A young raw preacher is a bird not yet fledged, that hath hopped out of his nest to be chirping on a hedge, and will be straggling abroad at what peril soever. The pace of his sermon is a full career, and he runs wildly over hill and dale, till the clock stop him. The labour of it is chiefly in his lungs; and the only thing he has made in it himself, is the faces. His action is all passion, and his speech interjections. He has an excellent faculty in bemoaning the people, and spits with a very good grace. His style is compounded of twenty several men's, only his body imitates some one extraordinary. He will not draw his handkercher out of his place, nor blow his nose without discretion. His commendation is, that he never looks upon book; and indeed he was never used to it. He preaches but once a year, though twice on Sunday; for the stuff is still the same, only the dressing a little altered. he has more tricks with a sermon, than a tailor with an old cloak, to turn it, and piece it, and at last quite disguise it with a new preface. If he have waded farther in his profession, and would show reading of his own, his authors are postils, and his school-divinity a catechism.— Bishop Earle. CCLVI. Those alone may be vouched for who are good alone. Those who are not good alone, may be bettered by asso. ciation; good company cannot pejorate.—Zimmerman. CCLI. 25/ (Love.) I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip; A very beadle to a humorous sigh: Sole imperator and great general Of trotting paritors.-O my little heart.- And wear his colours like a tumbler's hoop! CCLII. 252 She Our minds are of such a make, that they naturally give themselves up to every diversion which they are much accustomed to, and we always find that play, when followed with assiduity, engrosses the whole woman. quickly grows uneasy in her own family, takes but little pleasure in all the domestic innocent endearments of life, and grows more fond of Pam, than of her husband.Guardian. Were a man of pleasure to arrive at the full extent of his several wishes, he must immediately feel himself miserle. It is one species of despair to have no room to poorfor any addition to one's happiness. His following from grt then be to wish he had some fresh object for his into wast |