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DE FERENCE is the most complicate, the most indirect, and the most elegant of all compliments. . He that lies in bed all a summer's morning loses the chief pleasure of the day: he that gives up his youth to indolence undergoes a loss of the same kind. Shining characters are not always the most agreeable ones. The mild radiance of an emerald is by no means less pleasing than the glare of the ruby. To be a rake, and to glory in the character, discovers at the same time a bad disposition, and a bad taste. How is it possible to expect, that mankind will take advice, when they will not so much as take warning? Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of. * Fine sense and exalted sense are not half so valuable as common sense. There are forty men of wit for one man of sense; and he that will carry nothing about him but gold, will be every day at a loss for want of ready change. Learning is like mercury, one of the most powerful and excellent things in the world in skilful hands; in unskilful, most mischievous. A man. should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong; which is but saying in other words, that he is wiser to day than he was yesterday." Wherever I find a great deal of gratitude in a poor man, I take it for granted there would be as much generosity if he were a rich man. Flowers of rhetoric in sermons or serious discourses are like the blue and red flowers in corn, pleasing to those who come only for amusement, but prejudicial to him who would reap the profit. It often happens, that those are the best people, whose characters have been most injured by slanderers: as we usually find that to be the sweetest fruit, which the birds have been pecking at. The eye of the critic is often like a microscope; made so
very fine and nice, that it discovers the atoms, grains, and minutest particles, without ever comprehending the whole, comparing the parts, or seeing all at once the harmony. Men's zeal for religion is much of the same kind as that which they show for a football: whenever it is contested for, every one is ready to venture their lives and limbs in the dispute; but when that is once at an end, it is no more
thought on, but sleeps in oblivion, buried in rubbish, which
no one thinks it worth his pains to rake into, much less to
of human nature to fancy happiness in those schemes which .
it does not pursue.
but affectation, witticism, and conceit?
CHAP, VIII. * → WHAT a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties in form and moving how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! . . If to do, were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. He is a good divine who follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching.
The web of our life is of a usingled yarn, good and ill togethef: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water.
The sense of death is most in apprehension;
How far the little candle throws his beams 1 So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Love all, trust a few, *
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The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Our indiscretion sometimes serves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Roughhew them how we will.
The Poet's eye, in a fine phrenzy rolling, Dóth glance from Heav'n to earth, from earth to Heav'n, And as Imagination bodies forth “The form of things unknown, the Poet's pen Turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. .
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted P
Oh, World! thy slippery turns: Friends now fast sworn,
- So it falls out, ** .
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
It ..". me most strange, that men should fear;
*There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
O momentary grace of mortal men,
- Who shall go about
Oh who can hold a fire in his hand
"Tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue