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CHARLES DIBDIN.

There's a sweet little cherub that sits

up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

Song. Poor Jack.

OTWAY.

Justice is lame, as well as blind, amongst us.

Venice Preserved. Act s. Scene 1.

Oh woman! lovely woman! nature made thee
To temper man ; we had been brutes without you ;
Angels are painted fair to look like you ;
There's in you all that we believe of heaven,
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
Eternal joy, and everlasting love, Ibid.

KANE O'HARA.

When the judgment's weak, The prejudice is strong.

Midas. A Burletta. Act 1.

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STERNE.

They order," said I, “ this matter better in France.”

Sentimental Journey. Line 1.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, “'Tis all barren."

Sentimental Journey. In the Street. Calais.

God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.*

Maria.

DE FOE.

Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The devil always builds a chapel there.t

The Trueborn Englishman. Lines I, 2.

* “ To a close shorne sheepe,
God gives wind by measure.

Herbert's Jacula Prudentum. + “ No sooner is a temple built to God, but the devil builds a chapel hard by.”—Herbert's Facula Prudentum.

“ For where God hath a temple the devil will have a chapel.”—Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. section iv, memb. 1, subsec. I.

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