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If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel. Letter to Miss Vanbromrigh, Aug. 12, 1720.

Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. Letter to Bolingbroke, March 21, 1729.

A penny for your thoughts.'

Introduction to Polite Conversation.

owl?
The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an Polite Conversation. Dialogue i.

Ibid.

"T is as cheap sitting as standing.

Ibid.

I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.

Ibid.

I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

Ibid.

She's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day."

Ibid.

She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.2

Ibid.

If it had been a bear it would have bit you.

Ibid.

She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with

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Lord M. What religion is he of?

Lord Sp. Why, he is an Anythingarian.

He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

Ibid.

Dialogue ii.

That is as well said as if I had said it myself.

Ibid.

You must take the will for the deed.*

Ibid.

1 See Heywood, page 16.

2' See Heywood, page 13.

3 You lie under a mistake.-SHELLEY: Magico Prodigioso, scene 1 (a translation of Calderon).

4 The will for deed I doe accept. - DU BARTAS: Divine Weeks and Works, third day, week ii. part 2.

The will for the deed.

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CIBBER: The Rival Fools, act iii.

Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii.

She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body.

Ibid.

Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

They say a carpenter's known by his chips.

Ibid.

Ibid.

The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.1

Ibid.

I'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me "spade."

May you live all the days of your life.

Ibid.

Ibid.

I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.

Ibid.

I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or by water.

Ibid.

I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs.

I thought you and he were hand-in-glove.

Ibid.

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Ibid.

'Tis happy for him that his father was before him.

Dialogue iii.

There is none so blind as they that won't see.2

Ibid.

She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.

Ibid.

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Sharp's the word with her.

Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii.

Ibid.

There's two words to that bargain.

I shall be like that tree, I shall die at the top.

WILLIAM CONGREVE.

Scott's Life of Swift.1

1670-1729.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1.

By magic numbers and persuasive sound.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred tnrned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.2

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 8.

Act v. Sc. 12.

If there's delight in love, 't is when I see
That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12.
Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of

liar of the first magnitude.

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I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.3

Sc. 7.

1 When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa was the general topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."― JOHNSON: Life of Swift.

2 We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman. - CIBBER: Lore's Last Shift, act iv.

3 Born in a cellar, and living in a garret. - FOOTE: The Author, act 2. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred. - BYRON: A Sketch.

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Act v. Sc. 1.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.1
Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.2

Letter to Cobham.

SAMUEL GARTH. 1670-1719.

To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225.

I see the right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.*

Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and
Stonestreet, edited by Garth).

For all their luxury was doing good.5

Claremont. Line 149.

COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.

So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution
Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

Richard III. (altered). Act ii. Sc. 1.
Act iii. Sc. 1.

Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.

1 See Shakespeare, page 72.

2 Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer. - YOUNG: Night Thoughts, night i. line 390.

8 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;

Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary.

4 I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue. - PETRARCH: Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life.

See Shakespeare, page 60.

5 And learn the luxury of doing good. - GOLDSMITH: The Traveller, line 22. CRABBE: Tales of the Hall, book iii. GRAVES: The Epicure.

The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.'
Richard III. (altered). Act iii. Sc. 1

I've lately had two spiders

Crawling upon my startled hopes.

Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:

I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

Ibid.

Act v. Sc. 3.

Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!
And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.
With clink of hammers closing rivets up.2
Perish that thought! No, never be it said
That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again!
Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
A weak invention of the enemy. 8

As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Love's Last Shift. Act ii.

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman, scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.*

Old houses mended,

Cost little less than new before they're ended.

Possession is eleven points in the law.

Words are but empty thanks.

Act iv.

Prologue to the Double Gallant.

Woman's Wit. Act i.
Act v.

This business will never hold water.

She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv.

1 See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219. 8 See Shakespeare, page 98.

2 See Shakespeare, page 92.

4 See Congreve, page 294.

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