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'Twas Presbyterian true blue;
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
As if they worshipp'd God for spite.
In them, in other men all sin.
Hudibras, Part I., Canto 1.
NEW LIGHT; OR, RALPHO'S CHARACTER.
His knowledge was not far behind
His wit was sent him for a token,
To look a gift-horse in the mouth;
He spent it frank and freely too.
For as of vagabonds we say,
That they are ne'er beside their way;
Which none see by but those that bear it: †
And leads men into pools and ditches
To make them dip themselves, and sound
To dive like wild-fowl for salvation
The nose of saint like bag-pipe drone, ‡
The good old cause, which some believe
To be the dev'l that tempted Eve
With knowledge, and does still invite
Hudibras, Part III., Canto 1.
+ Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.
North. James, I love to hear your voice. An Esquimaux would feel himself getting civilised under it, for there's sense in the very sound. A man's character speaks in his voice even more than his words. These he
And speaks through hollow empty soul,
Hudibras, Part I., Canto 1.
THESE errors and animosities were so remarkable, that they begot wonder in an ingenious Italian, who being about this time come newly into this nation, and considering them, writ scoffingly to a friend of his own country, to this purpose; that the common people of England were wiser than the wisest of his nation; for here the very women and shopkeepers were able to judge of predestination, and to determine what laws were fit to be made concerning church-government; and then, what were fit to be obeyed or abolished. That they were more able (or at least thought so) to raise and determine perplexed cases of conscience, than the wisest of the most learned colleges in Italy. That men of the slightest learning, and the most ignorant of the common people, were mad for a new, or super, or re-reformation of religion; and that in this they appeared like that man, who would never cease to whet and whet his knife, till there was no steel left to make it useful. And he concluded his letter with this observation, "that those very men that were most busy in oppositions, and disputations, and controversies, and finding out faults of their governors, had usually the least of humility, and mortification, or of the power of godliness." IZAAK WALTON. Life of Hooker.
SATYR is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody's face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets in the world, and that so few are offended with it.
SWIFT. Battle of the Books-Preface.
IF any here chance to behold himself,
Let him not dare to challenge me of wrong,
may utter by rote-but his "voice is the man for a' that," and betrays or divulges his peculiar nature.
And with a voice
That seemed the very sound of happy thoughts.
WORDSWORTH. The Excursion.
For, if he shame to have his follies known,
First he should shame to act 'em.
BEN JONSON. Every Man out of his Humpur-Prologue.
THE SILENT LOVER.
PASSIONS are likened best to floods and streams;
The bottom is but shallow whence they come :
Wrong not, dear Empress of my heart!
With thinking that he feels no smart,
Since if my plaints seem not to prove
For, knowing that I sue to serve
I rather choose to want relief
Than venture the revealing;
Thus those desires that aim too high
When reason cannot make them die,
Yet, when discretion doth bereave
Silence in love betrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
Then wrong not, dear heart of my heart!
He smarteth most that hides the smart,
And sues for no compassion.
SIR W. RALEIGH.
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play
By love's religion, I must here confess it,
Deep waters noiseless are; and this we know,
HARK! heard you not those hoofs of dreadful note?
Red Battle stamps his foot, and nations feel the shock.
Lo! where the Giant on the mountain stands,
Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;
For on this morn three potent nations meet,
To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.