Or recollected only to give o'er And add a smile to what was sweet before, He may possess the joys he thinks he sees, Lay his old age upon the lap of ease, And gaze with eager glance upon the tumbling flood." Are worse than horrible imaginings." T. Warton. Shakesp. "Meanwhile whate'er of beautiful or new, Sublime or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky, Beattie. "Nothing they fear who are undone already." Shaksp. "Where praises are too large, wisdom may fear." Shaksp. 85. What is called Natural Religion, was always faint- "Here much I ruminate, as much I may, "'Tis not, as heads that never ache, suppose Forgery of fancy, and a dream of woes; Man is a harp, whose cords elude the sight." Corper. "Not slothful he, tho' seeming unemploy'd, And censur'd oft as useless. Stillest streams That flutters least, is longest on the wing." Cowper. Drives us beyond the bounds of patience." "And wraps the hour of woe in tenfold night." 89. On the Passion for Posthumous Fame. And black Misfortune's baleful train! Ah! shew them where in ambush stand, Gray. "Let Fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live register'd upon our brazen tombs, Beattie 95. Men of high Endowments cannot often raise the "Love should reside in men like one another." Shaksp. 99. Verses expressive of the Author's regret at not having Omitting the sweet benefit of Time, To clothe himself with angel-like perfection." Shaksp. "Some deem'd him wondrous wise, and some believ'd him 102. On the Nut-brown Maid. "Did men but know the city's usuries, And feel them knowingly: the art o' the court, As hard to leave as keep; whose top to climb Is certain falling, or so slippery that The fear's as bad as falling: the toil o' the war, Or pain that only seems to seek out danger, I' th' name of fame and honour, which dies i' th' war, And hath a soft and slanderous epitaph As record of fair act; nay many times Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse, Shaksp. At night's approach, content with the next cot, Thus I long travell'd in the ways of men, Young |