“A low prelusive strain, to nature true.” Southey. “A sudden storm, with terrible ding dong, Swept through the streets and wash’d the crowd along.” Tom Thumb the Great. Thus fear and interest will prevail with some; For all have not the gift of martyrdom. Dryden. Tale of a Tub. Don Quixote. Video meliora, proboque. Ovid. Cantabit vacuus. Juv. Post ingentia facta Decorum in tomplum receptus. Hor. Raro antecedentem scelestum, Deseruit pede, poena, claudo. Hor. ——The wind sallied forth, And in anger or merriment, out of the north From the peak of the crag blew his rev’rence away. Wordsworth. Such was the wight: th’ apparel on his back, Tho’ coarse, was rev’rend; and tho’ bare was black. Pope. Addison’s Drummer. I know a lady in Venice would have walk’d barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. Shakespeare. He carries fate and physic in his eye. Crabbe. Good morrow, Benedick: why what’s the matter, That you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Shaks. Oh! I thought I should faint, when I saw him, dear mother, Feel my pulse with one hand, with a watch in the other; No token of death that is heard in the night Could ever have put me so much in affright: Thinks I—’tis all over—my sentence is past, And now he is counting how long I may last. New Bath Guide. Procul discordibus armis. Virg. They were all of opinion ’tis proper to cheer, The stomach and bowels as well as the ear. New Bath Guide. Vivitur ex rapto. Ovid. Thence from cups to civil broils. Milton. “Thy nags (the leanest things alive) So very hard thou lov’st to drive; I heard thy anxious coachman say, It cost thee more in whips than hay.” Intus et in cute novi. Pers. “Swearing and supperless the hero sate Then gnaw’d his pen, then dash’d it on the ground, Thinking from thought to thought, a vast profound Plung’d far his sense, but found no bottom there, Yet wrote and flounder’d on in mere despair.” And thus I cloke my naked villany With old odd ends stolen forth of holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the Devil. Shakspeare. Like will to like,—says the Proverb. A lizard’s body lean and long, A fish’s head a serpent’s tongue. Cameleon. Hickeringill. Feliciter is sapit, qui periculo alieno sapit. Plaut. Dud Dudley’s And with the same Fuell to Melt and LONDON, Printed by T. M. for the Authour. N.B.—This Work is an exact reprint from the original, and the errors in spelling and the peculiar Grammar of the Author have been faithfully followed. |