essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii.

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,

And guide my lonely way

To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.

Ibid.

The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1.

Taught by that Power that pities me,

I learn to pity them.1

Ibid. Stanza 6.

By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.

Chap. ix.

They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

Ibid.

It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.3

Chap. x.

To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?

1 See Burton, page 185.

Chap. xix.

2 See Young, page 308.

8 An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in PLINY THE YOUNGER: Letters, book ii. letter xv. 1.

pursuit.

4 See Middleton, page 174.

When lovely woman stoops to folly,
And finds too late that men betray,
What charm can soothe her melancholy?
What art can wash her guilt away?

The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv.

The only art her guilt to cover,

To hide her shame from every eye,

To give repentance to her lover,

And wring his bosom, isto die.

Ibid.

To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.

For he who fights and runs away
May live to fight another day;
But he who is in battle slain

Can never rise and fight again.1

Ibid. Chap. xxi.

The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147. One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a titlepage, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.2 The Bee. No. 1, Oct. 6, 1759.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.3

No. iii. Oct. 20, 1759.

THOMAS WARTON. 1728-1790.

All human race, from China to Peru,
Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.
Universal Love of Pleasure.
Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.
Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon.

1 See Butler, pages 215, 216.

2 There are two things which I am confident I can do very well: one is an introduction to any literary work, stating what it is to contain, and how it should be executed in the most perfect manner.

8 See Young, page 310.

See Johnson, page 365.

BOSWELL: Life of Johnson, An. 1775.

THOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811.

Every white will have its blacke,

And every sweet its soure.

Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline.

Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.1 Sir Patrick Spens.

He that had neyther been kith nor kin

Might have seen a full fayre sight.

Guy of Gisborne

Have you not heard these many years ago
Jeptha was judge of Israel?

He had one only daughter and no mo,
The which he loved passing well;
And as by lott,

Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde,

And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse,
There music with her silver sound1
With spede is wont to send redresse.

A Song to the Lute in Musicke.

1 I saw the new moon late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

2 "As by lot, God wot;" and then you know, "It came to pass, as most like it was."-SHAKESPEARE: Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2.

3 Hey, Robin, jolly Robin,

Tell me how thy lady does.

SHAKESPEARE: Twelfth Night, act iv. sc. 2.

4 When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

Then music with her silver sound.

SHAKESPEARE: Romeo and Juliet, act iv. sc. 5.

The blinded boy that shootes so trim,
From heaven downe did hie.1

King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid.

"What is thy name, faire maid?” quoth he.
"Penelophon, O King!" quoth she.2

And how should I know your true love

From many another one?

Oh, by his cockle hat and staff,

And by his sandal shoone.

Ibid.

For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe."

Ibid.

He that would not when he might,

He shall not when he wolda.

Ibid.

1 Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! SHAKESPEARE: Romeo and Juliet, act ii. sc. 1. 2 Shakespeare, who alludes to this ballad in "Love's Labour's Lost," act iv. sc. 1, gives the beggar's name Zenelophon. The story of the king and the beggar is also alluded to in "King Richard II.," act v. sc. 3.

8 Quoted in "Hamlet," act iv. sc. 3.

4 See Shakespeare, page 51.

5 See John Fletcher, page 183.

6 See Heywood, page 9.

He that will not when he may,

When he would, he should have nay.

CERVANTES: Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. iv

We'll shine in more substantial honours,
And to be noble we 'll be good.1

Winifreda (1720)

And when with envy Time, transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys,
You'll in your girls again be courted,
And I'll go wooing in my boys.

King Stephen was a worthy peere,

His breeches cost him but a croune;
He held them sixpence all too deere,
Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.

He was a wight of high renowne,

And those but of a low degree;

Itt's pride that putts the countrye doune,
Then take thine old cloake about thee.2

Ibid

Take thy old Cloak about Thee.

A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
Oh willow, willow, willow!

With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
Oh willow, willow, willow!

Willow, willow, willow.

Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus (Nobility is the one only virtue). — JUVENAL: Satire viii. line 20.

2 The first stanza is quoted in full, and the last line of the second, by Shakespeare in "Othello," act ii. sc. 3.

8 The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing all a green willow;

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow.

Othello, act iv. sc. 3.

4 Quoted by Shakespeare in Second Part of "Henry IV.," act ii. sc. 4. 5 Quoted by Shakespeare in "Twelfth Night," act ii. sc. 3.