A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68. A little round, fat, oily man of God. Canto i. Stanza 69. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot bar my constant feet to trace For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love; And, when we meet a mutual heart, Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue, Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. Coriolanus. Act. iii. Sc. 3. Sophonisba. Act. iii. Sc. 2. O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!1 1 The line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine." Thomson.-Dyer.-Wesley.-Dodsley. 331 When Britain first, at Heaven's command This was the charter of her land, And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5. 1700-1758. JOHN DYER. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view? Grongar Hill. Line 5. JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791. That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called A Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1792. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.' "1 Sermon xcii. On Dress. ROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764. One kind kiss before we part, Though we sever, my fond heart The Parting Kiss. 1 See Bacon, ante, p. 145. JAMES BRAMSTON. - 1744. strand? What's not devoured by Time's devouring hand? " 1 WILLIAM B. RHODES. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar ; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar, And the first lion thought the last a bore. Bombastes Furioso. 1 "I hope," said Col. Titus, "we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out."— On the Exclusion Bill. January 7, 1681. HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754. All nature wears one universal grin. Tom Thumb the Great. Acti. Sc. 1. Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough. Act i. Sc. 3. Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit. Act i. Sc. 3. To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes. Act i. Sc. 3. Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets, Much may be said on both sides. The Covent Garden Tragedy. Sc. 8. 1 Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier - white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber - black. And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost. Christ. Smart, From The Trip to Cambridge. Campbell's Specimens, Vol. vi. p. 185. 334 Fielding-Doddridge.-Cotton. Oh! the roast beef of Old England, PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751. Live while you live, the epicure would say, Epigram on his Family Arms. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies And they are fools who roam: ; The world has nothing to bestow; To be resigned when ills betide, 1 Dum vivimus vivamus. From Ortin's Life of Doddridge. |