To the wild northern bog, the curlieu's haunt, Where oozes forth its first and feeble streamlet. Old Play.

A PRIEST, ye cry, a priest !-lame shepherds they,

How shall they gather in the straggling flock? Dumb dogs which bark not— - how shall they compel

The loitering vagrants to the Master's fold?
Fitter to bask before the blazing fire,
And snuff the mess neat-handed Phillis dresses,
Than on the snow-wreath battle with the wolf.
The Reformation.

Now let us sit in conclave. That these weeds
Be rooted from the vineyard of the Church,
That these foul tares be severed from the wheat,
We are, I trust, agreed. Yet how to do this,
Nor hurt the wholesome crop and tender vine-
plants,

Craves good advisement.

The Reformation.

A COURTIER extraordinary, who by diet
Of meats and drinks, his temperate exercise,
Choice music, frequent bath, his horary shifts
Of shirts and waistcoats, means to immortalize
Mortality itself, and makes the essence
Of his whole happiness the trim of court.
Magnetic Lady.

Now choose thee, gallant, betwixt wealth and honor;

There lies the pelf, in sum to bear thee through The dance of youth and the turmoil of manhood, Yet leave enough for age's chimney-corner; But an thou grasp to it, farewell Ambition! Farewell each hope of bettering thy condition, And raising thy low rank above the churls That till the earth for bread!

YES, it is she whose eyes looked on thy childhood,

And watched with trembling hope thy dawn of youth,

That now, with these same eyeballs, dimmed with age,

And dimmer yet with tears, sees thy dishonor. Old Play.

IN some breasts passion lies concealed and silent, Like war's swart powder in a castle vault, Until occasion, like the linstock, lights it; Then come at once the lightning and the thunder,

And distant echoes tell that all is rent asunder. Old Play.

DEATH distant? No, alas! he's ever with us,
And shakes the dart at us in all our actings:
He lurks within our cup while we 're in health:
Sits by our sick-bed, mocks our medicines;
We cannot walk, or sit, or ride, or travel,
But Death is by to seize us when he lists.
The Spanish Father.

AY, Pedro,
lantern,
Ladder of ropes, and other moonshine tools -
Why, youngster, thou mayst cheat the old
Duenna,

come you here with mask and

Flatter the waiting-woman, bribe the valet;
But know, that I her father play the Gryphon,
Tameless and sleepless, proof to fraud or bribe,
And guard the hidden treasure of her beauty.
The Spanish Father.

Ir is a time of danger, not of revel,
When churchmen turn to masquers.
The Spanish Father.

Knows all their secret shoals and fatal eddies;
Whose frown abases and whose smile exalts.
He shines like any rainbow-and, perchance,
His colors are as transient.
Old Play.

THIS is rare news thou tell'st me, my good fellow;

There are two bulls fierce battling on the green
For one fair heifer - if the one goes down,
The dale will be more peaceful, and the herd.
Which have small interest in their brulziement,
May pasture there in peace.
Old Play.

WELL, then, our course is chosen; spread the sail,

Heave oft the lead and mark the soundings well; Look to the helm, good master; many a shoal Marks this stern coast, and rocks where sits the

siren

Who, like ambition, lures men to their ruin.
The Shipwreck.

Now God be good to me in this wild pilgrimage!
All hope in human aid I cast behind me.
O, who would be a woman? who that fool,
A weeping, pining, faithful, loving woman?
She hath hard measure still where she hopes
kindest,

And all her bounties only make ingrates.
Love's Pilgrimage.

HARK! the bells summon and the bugle calls,
But she the fairest answers not; the tide
Of nobles and of ladies throngs the halls,
But she the loveliest must in secret hide.
What eyes were thine, proud prince, which in
the gleam

Of yon gay meteors lost that better sense
That o'er the glow-worm doth the star esteem,
And merit's modest blush o'er courtly inso
lence ?
The Glass Slipper.

WHAT, man, ne'er lack a draught when the full

Harry,

At her old steeple-hat and velvet guard -
I've called her like the ear of Dionysius;
I mean that ear-formed vault, built o'er the
dungeon

To catch the groans and discontented murmurs
Of his poor bondsmen. - Even so doth Martha
Drink up for her own purpose all that passes,
Or is supposed to pass, in this wide city-
She can retail it too, if that her profit
Shall call on her to do so; and retail it
For your advantage, so that you can make
Your profit jump with hers.

The Conspiracy.