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WRITE.—Matter grows under our hands-
Let no man say,

Come-I'll write a duodecimo."
STERNE.-Tristram Shandy, Vol. V. Chap. XVI.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Rogers's Italy.-A Character, Line 16.

And shame to write what all men blush to read.

Cotton.-T. E. W., Line 10.


The world agrees That he writes well who writes with ease.

PRIOR.—Epi. II. To F. Shephard.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.

Pope.—On Criticism, Line 362.

Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

BUCKINGHAM.—Essay on Poetry.

'Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill.

Pope.-On Criticism, Line 1.

Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss.

POPE.-Ibid. Line 6.

Both to the virtue due, which could excel
As much in writing, as in living well.

Prior.—To Rev. Dr. Turner, Line 21.

WRONG.-You have a wrong sow by the ear.

BUTLER.—Hudibras, Part II. Canto III. Brother, brother-we are both in the wrong.

GAY.–The Beggar's Opera, Act II. Scene 2

It may be right; but you are in the wrong
To speak before your time,

SHAKSPERE.—Measure for Measure, Act V.

Scene I. (The Duke to Lucio.) He bath wrong'd me, master Page.

SHAKSPERE.—Merry Wives of Windsor, Act I.

Scene 1.




CAMPBELL.-A Song; the idea of which seems

to have been borrowed from an old song entitled, “Ye Gentlemen of England," written by Martyn PARKER.

YEARS.-Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceives us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

OviD.-Meta. Book X. Fable 9. (Riley.)

Jumping o'er times, Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hour-glass.

SHAKSPERE.—King Henry V. Chorus.

Years have not seen, Time shall not see,
The hour that tears my soul from thee.

BYRON.-Bride of Abydos, Canto I. Stanza 11.

Years steal
Fire from the mind, as vigour from the limb;
And life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

BYRON.—Childe Harold, Canto III. Stanza 8.

Years following years, steal something every day;
At last they steal us from ourselves away.

PopE.-Imitations of Horace, Book II. Epi. II.

Line 72.

I am declin'd
Into the vale of years.

SAAKSPERE.-Othello, Act III. Scene 3.
(He imagines that a reason for Desdemona's

supposed love of Cassio.)

YEW-TREE.-Cheerless, unsocial plant! that loves to dwell 'Midst skulls and coffins, epitaphs and worms.

BLAIR.—The Grave, Line 22.

YORICK.-Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy.

SHAKSPERE.-Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (Hamlet

to Horatio.)

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YORICK.—Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your

songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?

SHAKSPERE.— Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1. (Hamlet

addressing Yorick’s skull.)

Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.

SHAKSPERE.-Hamlet, Act V. Scene 1.

(The same.)

YOUTH.While proudly riding o'er the azure realm,
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ;
Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm.

GRAY.—The Bard, Verse V. Line 10.

Pleasure the servant, Virtue looking on.

BEN JONSON.-Pleasure Reconciled to Virtue.

In the very May-morn of his youth,
Ripe for exploits and mighty enterprises.

SHAKSPERE.-King Henry V. Act I. Scene 2.

(Ely to King Henry.)

He wears the rose
Of youth upon him; from which the world should note
Something particular.

SHAKSPERE.—Antony and Cleopatra, Act III.
Scene 4. (Antony to Euphronius and Cleopatra.)

A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.

POPE.-Moral Essay, To a Lady, Epi. II. Line 244.

From thoughtless youth to ruminating age.

CUWPER.—Progress of Error, Line 24.

And made youth younger, and taught life to live.

Young.-Night V. Line 796.

Oye who teach the ingenuous youth of nations

Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain-
I pray ye flog them upon all occasions,
It mends their morals-never mind the pain,

Byrox.-Don Juan, Canto II. Stanza 1,

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ZEAL.-We do that in our zeal,
Our calmer moments are afraid to answer.

Scott.-Woodstock, Chap. XVII.

Tell zeal, it lacks devotion;

Tell love, it is but lust;
Tell time, it is but motion;
Tell flesh, it is but dust!

And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lye.

Sir WALTER RALEIGH.—The Lye, 2 Percy Rel.

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