Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.

Hymn. Line 118.

A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
For ever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights, that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures, always hovered nigh;
But whate'er smacked of noyance, or unrest,
Was far, far off expelled from this delicious nest.

The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6.
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.

Stanza 26.

Placed far amid the melancholy main.

Stanza 30.

Scoundrel maxim.

Ibid.

A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.

Stanza 68.

A little, round, fat, oily man of God.

Stanza 69.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:

You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,

Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.

Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise of health.

Canto ii. Stanza 3.

Stanza 55.

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;

And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?

Whoe'er amidst the sons

Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
Displays distinguished merit, is a noble
Of Nature's own creating.

O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!

Song.

Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3.

Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2.

When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of her land,

And guardian angels sung the strain:

Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.

Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5.

1 The line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine." Quæris Alcidæ parem?

2

Nemo est nisi ipse. - Seneca, Hercules Furens, i. 1.

And but herself admits no parallel.

Massinger, Duke of Milan, Act iv. Sc. 3.

MACKLIN.-OLDYS.-DODSLEY.-WESLEY. 305

CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.

JAMES BRAMSTON.

-1744.

What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
Where's Troy, and where's the Maypole in the Strand?
Art of Politics.

But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense:
'I hear a lion in the lobby roar;
Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
And keep him there, or shall we let him in
To try if we can turn him out again?'1

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,

While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.

Ibid.

WILLIAM B. RHODES.

Who dares this pair of boots displace

Must meet Bombastes face to face.

Man of Taste.

Bombastes Furioso.

Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
A hungry lion give a grievous roar ;

The grievous roar echoed along the shore.
Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
Another lion give a grievous roar,

And the first lion thought the last a bore. Ibid.

1 I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out. On the Exclusion Bill, January 7, 1681.

DODDRIDGE.-FIELDING.

307

PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.

Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be;
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.

Epigram on his Family Arms.

Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve,

And press with vigour on:
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race.

HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754.

All nature wears one universal grin.

Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1.

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.

Act i. Sc. 2.

When I'm not thanked at all, I'm thanked enough. I've done my duty, and I've done no more. Act i. Sc. 3.

Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit.

To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.

Ibid.

Ibid.

1 Dum vivimus vivamus. - From Ortin's Life of Doddridge.