or with the fond conceit that they are already his own. A love sick brain adores, in romantic strains, the lovely idol of his heart, or sighs in real misery at her fancied frowns. And a scholar's mind evaporates in the fumes of imaginary praise and literary distinction.-Burton.

CLXXXIII.

Fire burns only when we are near it; but a beautiful face burns and inflames, tho' at a distance.-Xenophon.

CLXXXIV.

Could we look into the mind of a female gamester, we should see it full of nothing but trumps and mattadores. Her slumbers are haunted with kings, queens, and knaves. The day lies heavy upon her till the play-season returns, when for a half a dozen hours together all her faculties are employed in shuffling, cutting, dealing, and sorting out a pack of cards, and no ideas to be discovered in a soul which calls itself rational, excepting little square figures of painted and spotted paper.Guardian.

CLXXXV.

Come, come, sweet love!

Do not in vain adorn

Beauty's grace, that should rise
Like to the naked morn.

Lilies on the river's side,

And fair Cyprian flow'rs newly blown,
Ask no beauties but their own.

Ornament is nurse of pride.

From England's Helicon.

CLXXXVI.

Idlers cannot even find time to be idle, or the industrious to be at leisure. We must be always doing, or suffering.-Zimmerman.

CLXXXVII.

Every county of Great Britain has one hundred or more of fox hunters, who roar instead of speaking; therefore, if it be true, that we women are also given to a

greater fluency of words than is necessary, sure she that disturbs but a room or a family, is more to be tolerated than one who draws together whole parishes and counties, and sometimes (with an estate that might make him the blessing and ornament of the world around him) has no other view and ambition, but to be an animal above dogs and horses, without the relish of any one enjoyment which is peculiar to the faculties of human nature. I know it will here be said, that, talking of mere country squires at this rate, is, as it were, to write against Valentine and Orson. To prove any thing against the race of men, you must take them as they are adorned with education; as they live in courts, or have received instructions in colleges.-Tatler.

CLXXXVIII.

That wealth that bounteous fortune sends
As presents to her dearest friends,
Is oft' laid out upon a purchase
Of two yards long in parish churches,
And those too happy men that bought it
Had liv'd, and happier too, without it.

CLXXXIX.

Butler.

The learned Vossius says, his barber used to comb his head in iambics. And indeed, in all ages, one of this useful profession, this order of cosmetic philosophers, has been celebrated by the most eminent hands. You see the barber in Don Quixote is one of the principal characters in the history.-Steele.

CXC.

He that sips of many arts drinks of none. However, we must know, that all learning, which is but one grand science, hath so homogeneall a body, that the parts thereof do with a mutuall service relate to, and communicate strength and lustre each to other. Our artist knowing language to be the key of learning, thus begins

His tongue being but one by nature, he gets cloven by art and industry. Before the confusion of Babel, all the world was one continent in language: since di

vided into several tongues; as several islands. Grammar is the ship, by benefit whereof we pass from one to another. His mother-tongue was like the dull music of a monochord, which by study he turns into the harmo ny of several instruments.-Fuller.

CXCI.

Logicians use to clap a proposition,
As justices do criminals in prison,

And in as learn'd authentic nonsense writ
The names of all their moods and figures fit:
For a logician's one that has been broke
To ride and pace his reason by the book,
And by their rules and precepts and examples,
To put his wits into any kind of trammels.

CXCII.

Butler.

All play debts must be paid in specie, or by an equivalent. The man that plays beyond his income pawns his estate: the woman must find out something else to mortgage, when her pin-money is gone; the husband has his lands to dispose of, the wife her person. Now when the female body is once dipped, if the creditor be very importunate, I leave my readers to consider the consequences.-Guardian.

CXCIII.

Satires and lampoons on particular people circulate more by giving copies in confidence to the friends of the parties, than by printing them.-Sheridan.

CXCIV.

Three days of uninterrupted company in a vehicle, will make you better acquainted with another, than one hour's conversation with him every day for three years. -Lavater.

CXCV.

Segrais has distinguished the readers of poetry according to their capacity of judging, into three classes. [He might have said the same of writers too, if he had pleased.] "In the lowest form he places those whom

he calls Les Petits Esprits, such things as are our uppergallery audience, in a playhouse; who like nothing but the husk and rind of wit, and prefer a quibble, a conceit. an epigram, before solid sense and elegant expression, These are mob readers. If Virgil and Martial stood for parliament-men, we know already who would carry it. But though they made the greatest appearance in the field, and cried the loudest, the best of it is, they are but a sort of French huguenots, or Dutch boors, brought over in herds, but not naturalized; who have not lands of two pounds per annum in Parnassus, and therefore are not privileged to poll. Their authors are of the same level, fit to represent them on a mountebank's stage, or to be masters of the ceremonies in a bear-garden; yet these are they who have the most admirers. But it often happens, to their mortification, that as their readers improve their stock of sense (as they may by reading better books, and by conversation with men of judgment) they soon forsake them."-Dryden.

CXCVI.

Similes, drawn from odd circumstances and effects strangely accidental, bear a near relation to false wit. The best instance of the kind is that celebrated line of Waller:

"He grasp'd at love, and fill'd his hand with bays."

CXCVII.

Shenstone,

Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,
A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly;
A flower that dies, when first it 'gins to bud;
A brittle glass that's broken presently:
A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,
Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.

And as goods lost are seld or never found,
As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh,
As flowers dead lie wither'd on the ground,
As broken glass no cement can redress,
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So beauty blemish'd once; for ever's lost,
In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.
Shakspeare.

CXCVIII.

Human nature is the same in all reasonable creatures; and whatever falls in with it, will meet admirers amongst readers of all qualities and conditions. Moliere, as we are told by Monsieur Boileau, used to read all his comedies to an old woman, who was his housekeeper, as she sat with him at her work by the chimney-corner; and could foretell the success of his play in the theatre, from the reception it met at his fireside; for he tells us the audience always followed the old woman, and never failed to laugh in the same place.—Addison.

CXCIX.

He surely is most in want of another's patience, who has none of his own.-Lavater.

CC.

A little

A man of remarkable genius may afford to pass by a piece of wit, if it happen to border on abuse. genius is obliged to catch at every witticism indiscriminately. Shenstone.

CCI.

Court-virtues bear, like gems, the highest rate,
Born where heav'n's influence scarce can penetrate:
In life's low vale, the soil the virtues like,
They please as beauties, here as wonders strike.
Though the same sun with all-diffusive rays
Blush in the rose, and in the diamond blaze,
We prize the effort of his stronger pow'r,
And justly set the gem above the flow'r.

ССІІ.

Pope.

As the laws are above magistrates, so are the magistrates above the people: and it may truly be said, that the magistrate is a speaking law, and the law a silent magistrate.-Cicero.