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Books. Lord Greville.

man who only relates what he has heard or read, or talks of sensible men and sensible Books in general terms, or of celebrated passages in celebrated Authors, may talk about sense; but he alone, who speaks the sentiments that arise from the force of his own mind employed upon the subjects before him, can talk

sense.

Books. — Longfellow.

MANY readers judge of the power of a Book by the shock it gives their feelings—as some savage tribes determine the power of muskets by their recoil; that being considered best which fairly prostrates the purchaser.

Borrowing.

Shakspeare.

NEITHER a Borrower, nor a Lender be:
For loan oft loses both itself and friend;
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
The Bottle.-Johnson.

IN the Bottle discontent seeks for comfort, cowardice for courage, and bashfulness for confidence.

That shakes the rotten carcase of old Death

Out of his rags! Here's a large Mouth, indeed,

That spits forth Death, and Mountains, Rocks and Seas;
Talk as familiarly of roaring Lions,

As Maids of thirteen do of Puppy-Dogs!

What Cannoneer begot this lusty Blood?

He speaks plain Cannon, Fire, and Smoke, and Bounce;
He gives the Bastinado with his Tongue;

Our ears are cudgel'd.

Brilliancy. Longfellow.

WITH many readers Brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immensurable gold mines under the ground.

NEVER build after you are five-and-forty; have five years income in hand before you lay a Brick, and always calculate the expense at double the estimate.

Business. — Saville.

A MAN who cannot mind his own Business, is not to be trusted with the King's.

Business. - Steele.

TO men addicted to delights, Business is an interruption; to such as are cold to delights, Business is an entertainment. For which reason it was said to one who commended a dull man for his Application, "No thanks to him; if he had no Business, he would have nothing to do."

Business. Shakspeare.

To Business that we love, we rise betime,
And go to it with delight.

Business. — Swift.

MEN of great parts are often unfortunate in the management of public Business, because they are apt to go out of the common road by the quickness of their imagination.

Buping.-Franklin.

BUY what thou hast no need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy

necessaries.

Calling. Shakspeare.

VIRTUE'S office never breaks men's troth.

Calm. — Moore.

HOW calm, how beautiful comes on

The stilly Hour, when Storms are gone;
When warring Winds have died away,
And Clouds, beneath the glancing ray,
Melt off, and leave the Land and Sea
Sleeping in bright Tranquillity,-
When the blue Waters rise and fall,
In sleepy Sunshine mantling all;
And ev❜n that Swell the Tempest leaves,
Is like the full and silent heaves
Of Lovers' Hearts, when newly blest,
Too newly to be quite at rest!

Calm. — Moore.
"TWAS one of those ambrosial eves
A day of storm so often leaves.
At its calm setting-when the West
Opens her golden Bowers of Rest,
And a moist radiance from the skies
Shoots trembling down, as from the eyes.
Of some meek penitent, whose last
Bright hours atone for dark ones past,
And whose sweet tears, o'er wrong forgiven,
Shine, as they fall with light from Heaven!

Calumny. Shakspeare.

BE thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape Calumny.

Candour. Shakspeare.

I HOLD it cowardice,

To rest mistrustful where a noble Heart

Hath pawn'd an open Hand in sign of Love.
Cant. - Burns.

LEARN three-mile Pray'rs, an' half-mile Graces,
Wi' weel-spread Looves, an' lang wry Faces;
Grunt up a solemn, lengthen'd Groan,
And damn a' parties but your own;
I'll warrant then, ye're nae Deceiver,
A steady, sturdy, staunch Believer.

Cant.Shakspeare.

'Tis too much proved, that, with Devotion's Visage,
And pious Action, we do sugar o'er

The Devil himself.

Captiousness.- Chesterfield.

A VULGAR Man is captious and jealous; eager and impetuous about trifles. He suspects himself to be slighted, and thinks every thing that is said meant at him.

Care. Shakspeare.

CARE keeps his Watch in every old Man's eye,
And where Care lodges, Sleep will never lie;
But where unbruised Youth with unstuff'd brain
Doth couch his limbs, there golden Sleep doth reign.
Care. Spenser.

RUDE was his garment, and to rags all rent,
Ne better had he, ne for better car'd;
With blistred hands emongst the cinders brent,
And fingers filthie, with long nayles unpar'd,
Right fit to rend the food on which he far'd:
His name was Care; a blacksmith by his trade,
That neither day nor night from working spar'd,
But to small purpose yron wedges made:

Those be unquiet thoughts that careful Minds invade.
Care. Shakspeare.

POLISH'D Perturbation! golden Care!

That keep'st the ports of Slumber open wide

To many a watchful night!—he sleeps with 't now,
Yet not so sound, and half so deeply sweet,
As he, whose brow, with homely biggin bound,
Snores out the watch of Night.

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Care. - Burns.

BUT human bodies are sic fools,
For a' their colleges and schools,
That when nae real ills perplex them,
They mak enow themsels to vex them.
Care. Shakspeare.

CARE is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Kingly Cares. - Shakspeare.

GIVES not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade
To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep,
Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy

To Kings, that fear their subjects' treachery?
O, yes, it doth; a thousand-fold it doth.
The shepherd's homely curds,

His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle,
His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade,
All which secure and sweetly he enjoys,

Is far beyond a Prince's delicates,

His viande sparkling in a golden cup,

His body couched in a curious bed,

When Care, Mistrust, and Treason, wait on him.
Cause of all Causes.

Shakspeare.

HE that of greatest works is Finisher

Oft does them by the weakest minister:

So Holy Writ in babes hath judgment shown,

When judges have been babes. Great floods have flown

From simple sources; and great seas have dried,

When miracles have by the greatest been denied.
Oft Expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits,
Where Hope is coldest, and Despair most sits.
It is not so with Him that all things knows,
As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows:
But most it is presumptuous in us, when
The help of Heaven we count the act of Men.
Cause and Effect. Shakspeare.
MAD let us grant him then; and now remains,
That we find out the Cause of this Effect;
Or, rather say, the Cause of this Defect;
For this Effect, defective, comes by Cause.

Caution.-Publius Syrius.

It is a good thing to learn Caution by the misfortunes of others.

Caution. Shakspeare.
THINGS, done well,

And with a Care, exempt themselves from fear:
Things, done without Example, in their issue
Are to be fear'd.

Celestial Objects.- Cicero.

I PERCEIVE you contemplate the seat and habitation of men; which, if it appears as little to you as it really is, fix you eyes perpetually upon heavenly Objects, and despise earthly.

Censure. Pope.

WE ought in humanity no more to despise a man for the misfortunes of the mind than for those of the body, when they are such as he cannot help.

Censure. La Rochefoucauld. FEW persons have sufficient wisdom to prefer Censure which is useful to them, to Praise which deceives them.

Censure. Young.

HORACE appears in good humour while he censures, and therefore his Censure has the more weight, as supposed to proceed from Judgment, not from Passion.

Was devised at first to set a gloss

On faint deeds, hollow welcomes,

But where there is true friendship, there needs none.

FORMS and Regularity of Proceeding, if they are not justice, partake much of the nature of justice, which, in its highest sense, is the spirit of distributive Order.

Ceremony. Selden.

CEREMONY keeps up things; 'tis like a penny glass to a rich spirit, or some excellent water; without it the water were spilt, and the spirit lost.

Ceremony. Steele.

AS Ceremony is the invention of wise men to keep fools at a distance, so Good-breeding is an expedient to make fools and wise. men equals.

HARD condition, and twin-born with greatness,
Subject to breath of ev'ry fool, whose sense

No more can feel but his own wringing.
What infinite heart-ease must Kings neglect,