For never in the long and tedious tract

Of slavish grammar was I made to plod ;
No tyranny of Rules my patience rackt ;

I served no prenticehood to any Rod;
But in the freedom of the Practic way
Learnt to go right, even when I went astray.

DR. BEAUMONT.

They say it is an ill mason that refuseth any stone; and there is no knowledge but in a skilful hand serves, either positively as it is, or else to illustrate some other knowledge.

HERBERT'S REMAINS.

CHAPTER XIV. P. I.--p. 149.

USE AND ABUSE OF STORIES IN REASONING, WITH A

WORD IN BEHALF OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS AND IN

REPROOF OF THE EARL OF LAUDERDALE.

My particular inclination moves me in controversy especi. ally to approve his choice that said, fortia mallem quam formosa.

DR. JACKSON.

INTERCHAPTER II.--p. 165.

ABALLIBOOZOBANGANORRIBO.

To'l dico dunque, e dicol che ognun m'ode.

BENEDETTO VARCHI.

CHAPTER XVII. P. I.—p. 172.

THE HAPPINESS OF HAVING A CATHOLIC TASTE.

There's no want of meat, Sir;
Portly and curious viands are prepared
To please all kinds of appetites. MASSINGER.

CHAPTER XVIII. P. I.-p. 179.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

Τα δ' αν επιμνησθώ,-υπό του λόγου εξαναγκαζόμενος επιμνησθήσομαι.

HERODOTUS.

CHAPTER XIX. P. I.-p. 184.

A CONVERSATION WITH MISS GRAVEAIRS.

Operi suscepto inserviendum fuit; so Jacobus Mycillus pleadeth for himself in his translation of Lucian's Dialogues, and so do I; I must and will perform my task.

BURTON.

CHAPTER XX. P. 1.-p. 192.

HOW TO MAKE GOLD.

L'Alchimista non travaglia a voto;
Ei cerca l'oro, ei cerca l'oro, io dico
Ch'ei cerca l'oro; e sei giungesse in porto
Fora ben per se stesso e per altrui.
L'oro e somma posanza infra mortali ;
Chiedine a Cavalier, chiedine a Dame,
Chiedine a tutto il Mondo.

CHIABRERA.

CHAPTER XXI. P. I.-p. 201.

A DOUBT CONCERNING THE USES OF PHILOSOPHY.

El comienzo de salud
es el saber,
distinguir y conocer
qual es virtud.

PROVERBIOS DEL MARQUES DE SANTILLANA.

CHAPTER XXII. P. I.-p. 205.

Τον δ' άπαμειβόμενος.

O felice colui, che intender puote

Le cagion de le cose di natura,

Che al piu di que' che vivon sono ignote ;
E sotto il piè si mette ogni paura

De fati, e de la morte, ch'è si trista,
Ne di vulgo gli cal, nè d'altro ha cura.

TANSILLO.