Man wants but little here below. And what is friendship but a name, Chapter 8. A shade that follows wealth or fame, Ibid. When lovely woman stoops to folly, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, Chapter 24. RETALIATION. Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Lines on Edmund Burke. * The same idea, conveyed in nearly the same words, will be found in Young's Night Thoughts.-Night IV. See Quotations from Young. Here lies David Garrick-describe me who can, Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, Lines on Sir Joshua Reynolds. A nightcap deck'd his brows instead of bay, Description of an Author's Bed-chamber. This day beyond its term my fate extends, A Prologue spoken by the Poet Laberius. Translated The wretch, condemn'd with life to part, And every pang that rends the heart, Bids expectation rise. The Captivity, an Oratorio. Act 11. There's no love lost between us. She Stoops to Conquer. Act iv. Measures, not men, have always been my mark. The Good Natured Man. Act 1. Cowper. Glory built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt. Table Talk. Lines 1, 2. The Frenchman, easy, debonair, and brisk, Ibid. Lines 233-236 Ages elaps'd ere Homer's lamp appear'd, Ibid. Lines 556-559. * Adapted from Dryden. See Quotations from Dryden. Lines under a Portrait of Milton. God made the country, and man made the town. Oh, for a lodge in some vast wilderness,* Might never reach me more! England, with all thy faults, I love thee still, † Where English minds and manners may be found, Ibid. Lines 206-209. There is a pleasure in poetic pains, Which only poets know. Ibid. Lines 285, 286. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, * A similar aspiration will be found in Lord Byron's "Childe Harold," canto 4, stanza 177— "Oh! that the desert were my dwelling place !" ↑ "Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still." Lines 27, 28. |