pensity of human nature to fancy happiness in those schemes which it does not pursue. THE chief advantage that ancient writers can boast over modern ones feems owing to fimplicity. Every noble truth and fentiment was expressed by the former in a natural manner, in word and phrafe fimple, perfpicuous, and incapable of improvement. What then remained for later writers, but. affectation, witticifm, and conceit ? CHA P. VIII. WHAT a piece of work is man! how noble in rez fon! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how exprefs and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehenfion how like a God! In 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 inftructions I can eafier teach twenty what were good to be done, than to be one of the twenty to follow my own teaching. MEN's evil manners live in brass; their virtues we write in water. THE web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together; our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.. THE fenfe of death is moft in apprehenfion; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal fufferance feels a pang as great, How far the little candle throws his beams! So fhines a good deed in a naughty world. -Love all, truft a few, Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy THE cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, OUR indifcretion fometimes ferves us well, When our deep plots do fail; and that should teach us, There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. THE Poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; The form of things unknown, the Poet's pen HEAVEN doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd, The smallest fcruple of her excellence, Both thanks and use. WHAT ftronger breaft-plate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he arm'd that hath quarrel juft: And he but naked (tho' lock'd up in steel) Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted, OH, world, thy flippery turns! Friends now faft fworn, Whofe double bofoms feem to wear one heart, Whofe hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise On a diffenfion of a doit, 'break out Whofe paffions and whofe plots have broke their fleeps. Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends, So it falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and loft, Why then we wreak the value; then we find The The virtue that poffeffion would not shew us COWARDS die many times before their deaths ;The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ;. Will come, when it will come.. THERE is fome foul of goodness in things evil,. For our bad neighbour makes us early stirrers : Which we more hunt for than the grace of God!! Who builds his hope in th' air of men's fair looks,, Ready with every nod to tumble down Into the fatal bowels of the deep. To cozen fortune, and be honourable Without the stamp of merit? Let none prefume O that eftates, degrees, and offices, Were not derived corruptly, that clear honour How How many then should cover that fland bare! Он, who can hold a fire in his hand, 'Tis flander; Whofe edge is sharper than the fword; whofe tongue All corners of the world. Kings, queens, and ftates,, grave, This viperous flander enters. THERE is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune; Is bound in fhallows, and in miferies. TO-MORROW, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, The |