On eagle's wings immortal Scandals fly;
While virtuous actions are but born and die.

When a prince's example ceaseth to have the force of a law, it is a sure sign that his power is wasting, and that there is but little distance between men's neglecting to imitate, and their refusing to obey.-Saville.

DCXLIII.

Of all the passions that possess mankind,
The love of Novelty rules most the mind;
In search of this, from realm to realm we roam;
Our fleets come fraught with ev'ry folly home;
From Libya's desarts hostile brutes advance,
And dancing dogs in droves skip here from France;
From Latian lands gigantic forms appear,
Striking our British breasts with awe and fear,
As once the Lilliputians-Gulliver.

Not only objects that effect the sight,

In foreign arts and artists we delight:

Near to that spot where Charles bestrides a horse,

In humble prose the name is Charring Cross,

Close by the margin of a kennel's side,

A dirty dismal entry opens wide;

There with hoarse voice, check'd shirt and callous hand,

Duff's Indian English trader takes his stand,

Surveys his passenger with curious eyes,

And rustic Roger falls an easy prize:

Here's China porcelain, that Chelsea yields,
And India handkerchiefs from Spitalfields,
With Turkey carpets, that from Wilton came,
And Spanish tucks and blades from Birmingham.
Factors are forc'd to favour this deceit,

And English goods are smuggled thro' the street.

DCXLVI.

Foote.

Truth came once into the world with her divine master, and was a perfect shape most glorious to look on; but when he ascended, and his apostles after him

were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon with his conspirators, how they dwelt with the good Osiris, took the virgin truth; hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of Truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them. We have not yet found them all, nor ever shall do, till her master's second coming; he shall bring together every joint and member, and shall mould them into an immortal feature of loveliness and perfection.Milton.

DCXLV.

It is usually seen, that the wiser men are about the things of this world, the less wise they are about the things of the next.-Gibson.

DCXLVI.

Verse is with some a knack, an idle toy,
A rattle gilded o'er, on which a boy

May play untaught, whilst without art or force,
Make it but jingle, music comes of course.

DCXLVII.

Churchill.

As many as are the difficulties which Virtue has to encounter in this world, her force is yet superior.Shaftesbury.

DCXLVIII.

That I must die, it is my only comfort;
Death is the privilege of human nature,

And life without it were not worth our taking;
Thither the poor, the prisoner, and the mourner,
Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.
Come then, and take me into thy cold arms,
Thou meagre shade; here let me breathe my last.
Charmed with my father's pity and forgiveness,
More than if angels tuned their golden viols,
And sung a requiem to my parting soul.

Rowe

DCXLIX.

A woman may learn one useful doctrine from the game of Backgammon, which is, not to take up her man till she's sure of binding him.-Tom Brown.

DCL.

I will not call Vanity and Affectation twins, because, more properly, vanity is the mother, and affectation is the darling daughter; vanity is the sin, and affectation is the punishment; the first may be called the root of self-love, the other the fruit. Vanity is never at its full growth, till it spreadeth into affectation; and then it is complete.-Saville.

DCLI.

Flecknoe, thy characters are so full of wit

And fancy, as each word is throng'd with it.
Each line's a volume, and who reads would swear
Whole libraries were in each character.
Nor arrows in a quiver stuck, nor yet
Lights in the starry skies are thicker set,
Nor quills upon the armed porcupine,
Than wit and fancy in this work of thine.

W. Newcastle-on his " Characters."

DCLII.

One wants ready pocket-money much oftener than one wants great sums; I love every-day senses, every-day wit and entertainment; a man who is only good on holydays, is good for very little.-Chesterfield.

DCLIII.

Naught is there under Heaven's wide hollowness
That moves more dear compassion of mind
Than beauty brought t' unworthy wretchedness
Through Envy's snares, or Fortune's freaks unkind:
I, whether lately through her brightness blind,
Or through allegiance and vast fealty,

Which I do owe unto all woman-kind,
Feel my heart pierc'd with so great agony,
When such I see,

that all for pity I could die. Spenser.

DCLIV.

It is much, that a lie, with a slight oath and a jest with a sad brow, will do with a fellow that never had the ache in his shoulders!-Shakspeare.

DCLV.

In dealing with cunning persons, we must ever consider their ends to interpret their speeches; and it is good to say little to them, and that which they least look for. In all negotiations of difficulty, a man may not look to sow and reap at once; but must prepare business, and so ripen by degrees.-Lord Bacon.

DCLVI.

A wealthy doctor who can help a poor man, and will not without fee, has less a sense of humanity than a poor ruffian, who kills a rich man to supply his necessi ties. It is something monstrous, to consider a man of a liberal education tearing out the bowels of a poor family, by taking for a visit what would keep them a week.Tatler.

DCLVII

A Prison! Heav'ns, I loath the hated name,
Famine's Metropolis, the sink of shame,
A nauseous sepulchre, whose craving womb
Hourly inters poor mortals in its tomb;
By ev'ry plague and ev'ry ill possest,
Ev'n purgatory itself to thee's a jest;
Emblem of hell, nursery of vice,
Thou crawling university of lice:

Where wretches numberless to ease their pains,
With smoke and ale delude their pensive chains.
How shall I thee avoid? Or, with what spell
Dissolve th' enchantment of thy magic cell?
Ev'n Fox himself can't boast so many martyrs,
As yearly fall within thy wretched quarters.
Money I've none, and debts I cannot pay,
Unless my vermin will those debts defray.
Not scolding wife, nor Inquisition's worse;
Thou 'rt ev'ry mischief cramm'd into one curse

May we at last the senate's mercy find,

And breathe (what Heav'n bestows on all mankind;
What needy clowns as well as monarchs share)
The common benefit of wholesome air:

Then to your clemency we'll alters raise,
And with united voice our benefactors praise.

DCLVIII.

Tom Brown.

He that will not fear, thall feel the wrath of heaven. He that lives in the kingdom of sense, shall die into the kingdom of sorrow.

He shall never enjoy truly his present hour, who nev er thinks on his last.

Let your sister, dear Sir, tell her grey pretty fellows, that, if they can advance three maxims of greater truth; or three expedients of greater efficacy to happiness, than those above-mentioned: I exchange my Bi ble for Bolingbroke; and prepare for the Ball: For N. B. I am but fourscore.

With best wishes to you, and those you love, that is, all mankind; I am, &c.—Letter on Pleasure-Young.

DCLIX.

A Player knows the right use of the world, wherein he comes to play a part and so away. His life is not idle, for it is all action, and no man need be more wary in his doings, for the eyes of all men are upon him. His profession has in it a kind of contradiction, for none is more disliked, and yet none more applauded; and he has the misfortune of some scholar, too much wit makes him a fool. He is like our painting gentleseldom in his own face, seldomer in his cloaths; and he pleases, the better he counterfeits, except only when he is disguised with straw for gold lace. He does not only personate on the stage, but sometimes in the street, for he is masked still in the habit of a gentleman. His parts find him oaths and good words, which he keeps for his use and discourse, and makes show with them of a fashionable companion. He is tragical on the stage, but rampant in the tiring.

women,