Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.
The Task. Book iv. Winter Evening. Line 510.

Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.

The Frenchman's darling.'

Ibid. Line 516.

Ibid. Line 765.

But war's a game which, were their subjects wise,

Book v. Winter Morning Walk. Line 187.

Kings would not play at.

The beggarly last doit.

Ibid.

Line 316.

As dreadful as the Manichean god,

Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. Ibid. Line 444.

He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. Ibid. Line 733.

With filial confidence inspired,

Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
And smiling say, "My Father made them all!"
Ibid. Line 745.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitch'd, the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk, or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells,
Falling at intervals upon the ear

In cadence sweet!

Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line I.

1 It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the Mignonette.

The Task continued.]

Here the heart

May give a useful lesson to the head,
And Learning wiser grow without his books.
Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85.

Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much;

Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

Some to the fascination of a name

Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.

Ibid. Line 96.

Ibid. Line IOI.

I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine

sense,

Yet wanting sensibility) the man

Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

Ibid. Line 560.

An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.
Epistle to Joseph Hill.

Shine by the side of every path we tread
With such a lustre, he that runs may

read.1

Tirocinium. Line 79.

Absence of occupation is not rest,

A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

Retirement. Line 623.

8 Cf. Habakkuk ii. 2.

An idler is a watch that wants both hands;
As useless if it goes as if it stands.

Retirement. Line 681.

Built God a church, and laughed his word to Ibid. Line 688.

scorn.

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.

Ibid. Line 739.

Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

Table Talk. Line 28.

No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

Ibid. Line 260.

Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew. Truth. Line 327.

How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce that has been kept at home.

The Progress of Error. Line 415.

A kick that scarce would move a horse

May kill a sound divine. The Yearly Distress.

O that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
With me but roughly since I heard thee last.
On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture.

The son of parents passed into the skies.

Ibid.

There goes the parson, oh! illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. On observing some Names of Little Note.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.
Conversation. Line 96.

A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
Will not affront me, and no other can.

Ibid. Line 193.

I cannot talk with civet in the room,
A fine puss-gentleman that's all perfume.

Ibid. Line 283.

The solemn fop; significant and budge;
A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.1

Ibid. Line 299.

His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But, when you knock, it never is at home.2

Ibid. Line 303.

1 If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. - Shakespeare, King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2.

Boswell's

This man (Chesterfield) I thought had been a lord among wits, but I find he is only a wit among lords. Johnson, Vol. ii. p. 13. An. 1754.

A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. Pope, Dunciad, Book iv. Line 92.

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers. Walter Scott, Life of Napoleon.

He (Steele) was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. — Macaulay, Review of Aikin's Life of Addison.

Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world. - Macaulay, Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.

2 You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. Pope, Epigram

Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,

Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.1

Conversation. Line 357.

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!

Toll for the brave!

The brave that are no more!
All sunk beneath the wave,

Fast by their native shore!

Ibid.

On the Loss of the Royal George.

Misses! the tale that I relate

This lesson seems to carry,
Choose not alone a proper mate,

But proper time to marry.

Pairing Time Anticipated.

What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Walking with God.

1 Love in your hearts as idly burns

As fire in antique Roman urns.

Butler, Hudibras, Part ii. Canto i. 309.

The story of the lamp which was supposed to have burned above 1,550 years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the

daughter of Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others.