It locally contains or heaven or hell;
There's no third place in it.

DLIII.

Webster.

In the country, a man's mind is free and easy, discharged, and at his own disposal: but in the city, the persons of friends and acquaintance, one's own and other people's business, foolish quarrels, ceremonies, visits, impertinent discourses, and a thousand other fopperies and diversions steal away the greatest part of our time, and leave no leisure for better and more necessary employment. Great towns are but a larger sort of prison to the soul, like cages to birds, or pounds to beasts.-Charron.

DLIV.

Give ever to thy poor or unfortunate friend as thou art able, gold silver, wine, oil, corn, cloth, house-room, counsel, and comfort; but keep to thyself thy sweet liberty, and never let that go from thee to any other! To give assurance for another at a distant time, if thou cannot give him freedom, is superfluous; if not, it is folly: for the day of payment in this life is not long after the day of promise; and events to thyself are not to be measured for hereafter, while the wheel of fortune continually turneth.-Petrarch.

DLV.

To er is human, human to be vain:
'Tis vanity and mock desire of fame
That prompts the rustic on the steeple top
Sublime to mark the outlines of his shoes;
And in the area to engrave his name:

With pride of heart the churchwarden surveys
High o'er the belfry, girt with birds and flow'rs,
His story wrote in capitals, "Twas I

That bought the font, and I repaired the pews.

DLVI.

Smart.

From nobody to somebody is such a violent stride, that nature, which hath the negative voice, will not give

its royal assent to it; so that where insufficient men aim at being in business, the worst of their enemies might, out of malice to them, pray for their preferment. -Saville-on choice of Parliament.

DLVII.

Gallop not through a town, for fear of hurting yourself or others: besides the indecency of it, which may give cause to such as see you, to think your horse or brains none of your own.-F. Osborne-to his Son.

DLVIII.

A jealous man sleeps dog sleepe.—Sir T. Overbury.

DLIX.

Why, who cries out on pride,

That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Till that the very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say, the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of basest function,

That says, his bravery is not on my cost,
(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?

There, then; how, what then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies,
Unclaim'd of any man.
Shakspeare.

DLX.

If thou have a fair wife, and a poor one, if thine own estate be not great, assure thyself that love abideth not with want; for she is the companion of plenty and honour. This Bathsheba taught her son SolomonFavour is deceitful, and beauty is vanity: she saith

further, that a wise woman overseeth the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.-Sir W. Raleigh-to his Son.

DLXI.

(Lawyers.) I oft have heard him say, how he admir'd
Men of your large profession, that could speak
To every cause, and things meer contraries,
"Till they were hoarse again, yet all be law;
That with most quick agility could turn,
And return, make knots and undo them,
Give fork'd council, take provoking gold
On either hand, and put it up. These men
He knew would thrive with their humility,
And (for his part) he thought he should be blest
To have his heir of such a suffering spirit;
So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue,
And loud withal, that could not wag, nor scarce
Lie still without a fee. Volpone-Ben Jonson.

DLXII.

There is a sort of men that have tinsel wit, which makes them shine among those who cannot judge.Saville.

DLXIII.

Covetousness, like a candle ill made, smothers the splendour of a happy. fortune in its own grease.F. Osborne.

DLXIV.

The best pleasure is to have no object of pleasure, and uniformity is a better prospect than variety. Putting to sea is a change of life, but not of condition; where risings and falls, calms and cross gales are yours, in order and turn; fore winds but by chance. It is the worst wind, to have no wind; and your smooth-faced courtier deading your course by a calm gives greater impediment than an open enemy's cross gale. Levity is a virtue for many are held up by it. It is nothing so intricate and infinite to rigge a ship as a woman; and the more either is fraught, the apter to leak. To pump

the one, and shreeve the other, is alike noysom. Small faults habituated, are as dangerous as little leakes unfound; and to punish and not prevent, is to labour in the pumpe, and leave the leake open. It is best striking sail before a storm, and necessariest in it. A little time in our life is best, as the shortest cut to our haven is the happiest voyage.-Newes from the Sea-Sir T. Overbury.

DLXV.

(Fortune.)—On high, where no hoarse winds nor clouds

resort,

The hood-wink'd goddess keeps her partial court.
Upon a wheel of amethyst she sits,

Gives, and resumes, and smiles, and frowns by fits:
In this still labyrinth around her lie

Spells, philtres, globes, and schemes of palmistry;
A sigil in this hand the gypsey bears

In t'other a prophetic sieve and shears.

DLXVI.

Garth's Dispensary.

There are dreadful punishments enacted against thieves, but it were much better to make such good provisions, by which every man might be put in a method how to live, and so be preserved from the fatal necessity of stealing and of dying for it.-Sir T. More's Utopia.

DLXVII.

Oh give me liberty.

For were ev'n paradise itself my prison,

Still I should long to leap the chrystal walls.

DLXVIII.

Dryden.

Wounds and hardships provoke our courage, and when our fortunes are at the lowest, our wits and minds are commonly at the best.-Charron.

DLXIX.

There is a sort of men whose gold runs in streams im perceptibly under ground; others expose in plates and

branches, so that to the one a farthing is worth a crown, and to others the contrary; the world esteeming its use and value according to the show. All curious solicitude about riches smells of avarice: even the very disposing of it with too punctual and artificial liberality, is not worth a painful solicitude. He that will order his expense to just so much, makes it too pinched and narrow. The keeping or spending are of themselves indifferent things, and receive no colour of good or ill, but according to the application of the will.—Montaigne.

DLXX.

Honour's a fine imaginary notion,

That draws in raw and unexperienced men
To real mischiefs, while they hunt a shadow.

DLXXI.

Addison.

A college of wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear nothing handsome about him: in brief, since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never flout at me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.-Benediet-Much Ado-Shakspeare.

DLXXII.

Death's a path that must be trod,
If man would ever pass to God:
A port of calms, a state to ease

From the rough rage of swelling seas. Parnell.

DLXXIII.

Never did two men make the same judgment of the same thing; and 'tis impossible to find two opinions exactly alike, not only in several men, but in the same men, at different hours. I often find matter of doubt in things which the commentary disdains to take notice of. I am most apt to stumble in an even country, like some