144 CONTENTMENT - DISCONTENT. For who did ever yet, by honour, wealth. Or pleasure of the sense, Contentment find! The lion crav'd the fox's art; The fox the lion's force and heart; Sour discontent, that quarrels with our fate, GAY'S Fables SIR R. BLACKMORE. He, fairly looking into life's account, With careless eyes he views the proud, 99 CRABBE. Gentleman's Magazine What tho' on hamely fare we dine, Wear hodden gray, and a' that? Gie fools their silk, and knaves their wine, BURNS CONVERSATION - LOQUACITY, &c. And passing rich, with forty pounds a year. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. A country-lad is my degree, And few there are that ken me, O; But what care I how few they be? I'm welcome to my Nannie, O. 145 BURNS. We heeded not the cold blast, nor the winter's icy air, there. The feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only, As the mist resembles rain. J. R DRAKE. H. W. LONGFELLOW. O! dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow, "Tis said that frail, inconstant man, Is ne'er content with what he is: Each thinks he can in others scan A happiness more pure than his. S. RICHARDS J. T. WATSON CONVERSATION-LOQUACITY, &c. What cracker is this same, that deafs our ears O, he's as tedious As a tir'd horse, a railing wife; SHAKSPEARE, SHAKSPEARE 146 CONVERSATION – LOQUACITY, &c Since brevity 's the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes- SHAKSPEARE. A flourish trumpets!-strike alarums-drums! SHAKSPEARE. Few words shall fit the trespass best, When no excuse can give the fault amending. SHAKSPEARE. Their copious stories, oftentimes begun, End without audience and are never done. SHAKSPEARE. As 't is a greater mystery, in the art Of painting, to foreshorten any part, Than draw it out, so 't is, in books, the chief I never, with important air, In conversation overbear; My tongue within my lips I rein, GAY's Fables. But fools, to talking ever prone, GAY's Fables. CONVERSATION - LOQUACITY, &c. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village With words of learned length, and thund'ring sound. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village 'Too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, 147 And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining GOLDSMITH'S Retaliation. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, Be silent always, when you doubt your sense, POPE'S Essay on Criticism A dearth of words a woman need not fear; That shows or makes you both polite and wise. Talking, she knew not why, and car'd not what. YOUNG If, in talking from morning till night, BYRON'S Beppo. The swallows are wiser by right, For they prattle much faster than we. MOORE'S Nicostratus. And there's one rare, strange virtue in their speeches, HAI LECE 148 COQUETTE COQUETTE. The vain coquette each suit disdains, Who hath not heard coquettes complain GAY'S Fables. GAY's Fables. Nymph of the mincing mouth, and languid eye, DR. WOLCOT's Peter Pindar. Such is your old coquette, who can't say "No," On a lee shore, till it begins to Flow; Then sees your heart wreck'd with an inward scoffing: This works a world of sentimental woe, And sends new Werters yearly to their coffin. That once could make me die for thee? No, no!- the eye that burns on all, Shali never more be priz'd by me! MOORE. |