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That to its friend is glad to pass
And, like an anchorite, gives over
I grant (quoth she) there are some few
Hudibras, Part III., Canto I. MARRIAGE of all states,
Makes most unhappy, or most fortunates.
Jenny. A DISH of married love right soon grows cauld,
Peggy. But we'll grow auld together, and ne'er find
The loss of youth, when love grows on the mind.
Till wide their spreading branches have increast,
Sic as stand single,—(a state sae liked by you),
THE day of election is madman's holiday, 'tis the golden day of liberty which every voter on that day takes to market, and is his own salesman; for man, at that time being considered as a mere machine, is acted upon as machines are; and to make his wheels move properly, he is properly greased in the fist. Every freeholder enjoys his portion of septennial insanity; he'll eat and drink with everybody without paying for it; because he's bold and free; then he'll knock down everybody who won't say
Good heaven no doubt the nuptial state approves,
Since it chastises still what best it loves.
POPE. January and May.
as he says, to prove his abhorrence of arbitrary power, and preserve the liberty of Old England for ever, huzza!
HOUSE OF COMMONS.
Sir Francis. O, THE good of our country is above all things; what a noble and glorious thing it is, Mrs. Motherly, that England can boast of five hundred zealous gentlemen, all in one room, all of one mind, upon a fair occasion, to go altogether by the ears for the good of their country.
CONGREVE. A Journey to London.
SHOULD once the world resolve t' abolish
All that's ridiculous, and foolish,
It would have nothing left to do,
BUTLER. Miscellaneous Thoughts.
How are thy painted beauties doted on
With oven and extended appetite !
How they do sweat, and run themselves from breath,
* Every man has just as much vanity as he wants understanding.
Which her bawd custom dawbs her cheeks withal)
(How antick and ridiculous so e'er
It suits with us,) yet will our muffled thoughts
And if we can but banish our own sense,
As if we practised in a pasteboard case
And no one saw the motion but the motion.
BEN JONSON. Cynthia's Revels.
LORD, in my silence how do I despise
Is styled honour, riches, or fair eyes;
But when I view abroad both regiments,
Thine clad with simpleness, and sad events;
Full of glory and gay weeds,
Brave language, braver deeds:
That which was dust before, doth quickly rise,
OUR pains are real things, and all
But cures come difficult and hard;
With which our nakedness is deck'd;
Yet makes us swell with pride, and boast,
BUTLER. On the Weakness and Misery of Man.
SWEET Stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid,
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng;
With gentle yet with prevailing force,
IN a drear-nighted December,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them,
With a sleety whistle through them;
From budding at the prime.
In a drear-nighted December,
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would 'twere so with many
A gentle girl and boy!
But were there ever any
To know the change and feel it,
YESTERDAY the sullen year
Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
GRAY. Ode on Vicissitude.
BUT, Mousie, thou art no thy lane
And leave us nought but grief and pain,
Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
And forward, tho I canna see,
I guess and fear.
BURNS. To a Field Mouse.
Reign of the Saints.
AND now the saints began their reign,
To see an empire all of kings
Deliver'd from th' Egyptian awe
Of justice, government, and law.
For when they came to shape the model,
Not one could fit another's noddle;
But found their light and gifts more wide