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How many then should cover that fand bare !
How many be commanded, that command !

Oh, who can hold a fire in his hand,
By thinking on the frosty Caucasus :
Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,,
By bare imagination of a feast?
Or wallow naked in December snow,
By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ?-
Oh, no! the apprehension of the good,
Gives but the greater feeling to the worse ;
Fell Sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more,
Than when it bites, but lanceth not the fore..

'Tis Nander ;
Whose edge is sharper than the sword; whose tongue
Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath
Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
All corners of the world. Kings, queens,..

, and states,
Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave,
This viperous slander enters..

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows, and in miseries.

TO-MORROW, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools


The way to dusky death. Out, out, brief candle !
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour

the stage,
And then is heard no more! It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of found and furyx.
Signifying nothing.







DERVISE, travelling thro’ Tartary, being arrived at the town of Balk, went into the king's palace by a miftake, as thinking it to be a public inn or caravansary. Having looked about him for some time, he entered into a long gallery, where he laid down his wallet, and spread his carpet, in order to repose himself upon it afier the manner of the eastern nations. He had not been long in this posture, before he was discovered by some of the guards, who asked him what was his business in that place? The Dervise told them, he intended to take up his night's lodging in that cara, vansary. The guards let him know, in a very angry manner, that the house he was in was not a caravansary, but the king's palace. It happened that the king himself passed through the gallery during this debate, and smiling at the mistake of the Dervise, asked him how he could possibly be fo dull as not to distinguish a palace from a caravansary? Sire, says the Dervise, give me leave to ask your majesty a question or two. Who were the persons that lodged in this house when it was first built? The king replied, Hisancestors. And who, says the Dervise, was the last person that lodged here? The king replied, His father. And who is it, says the Dervise, that lodges here at present? The king told him, That it was he himself. And who, fays the Dervise, will be here after you? The king answered, The young prince his son. " Ah, Sire," said the Dervise, “a house " that changes its inhabitants fo often, and receives such a


perpetual fucceflion of guests, is not a palace, but a cau ravansary."



A TURKISH TALE.WE are told that the Sultan Mahmoud, by his perpes tual wars abroad, and his tyranny at home, had filled his dominions with ruin and defolation, and half unpeopled the Persian empire. The viớer, to this great Sultan (whether an humourist or an enthusiast, we are not informed) pretended to have learned of a certain Dervise to understand the language of birds, so that there was not a bird that could open its mouth, but the visier knew what it was it said. As he was one evening with the emperor, in their return from hunting, they saw a couple of owls upon a tree that grew near an old wall out of a heap of rubbish... I would fain know, says the sultan, what those two owls are saying to one another : listen to their discourse and give me an account of it. The vifier approached the tree, pretending to be very attentive to the two owls. Upon his return to the Sul. tan, Sir, says he, I have heard part of their conversation,


but dare not tell you what it is. The Sultan would not be faisfied with such an answer, but forced him to repeat word: for word every thing the owls had said. You must know then, faid the visier, that one of these owls has a son, and the other a daughter, between whom they are now upon a treaty of marriage. The father of the son said to the father of the daughter, in my hearing, Brother, I consent to this marriage, provided you will settle upon your daughter fifty ruined villages for her portion. To which the father of the daughter replied, instead of fifty I will give her five hundred, if you please. God grant a long life to Sultan Mahmoud; whilft he reigns over us, we fhall never want ruined vilages.

The story says, the Sultan was so touched with the fablé,. that he rebuilt the towns and villages, which had been deItroyed, and from that time forward consulted the good of his people.




THERE were two very powerful tyrants engaged in a perpetual war against each other : the name of the first was Luxury, and of the second Avarice.. The aim of each of them was no less than universal monarchy over the hearts of mankind. Luxury had many generals under him, who did him great service, as Pleafure, Mirth, Pomp, and Fafion. Avarice was likewise, very strong in his officers, being faithfully served by Hunger, Industry, Care, and Watchfulness: he had likewise a privy-counsellor who was always at

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