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Beauties as well as faults he brought to view :
MLXVII. In an active life is sown the seed of wisdom ; but he, who reflects not, never reaps; has no harvest from it; but carries the burden of age, without the wages of experience; nor knows himself old, but from his infirmities, the parish-register, and the contempt of mankind. And what has age, if it has not esteem ? - It has nothing. - Young
Our Greatness will appear Then most conspicuous, when great things of small, Useful of hurtful, prosp'rous of adverse We can create, and in what place soe'er Thrive under evils, and work ease out of pain, Through labour'd endurance.
Milton. MLXIX. Sweet is the Rose, but grows upon a brere ;
Sweet is the Juniper, but sharp his bough; Sweet is the Eglantine, but pricketh near ;
Sweet is the Firbloom, but his branches rough ;
Sweet is the Nut, but bitter is his pill;
And sweet is Moly, but his root is ill,
That maketh it be coveted the more : For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
MLXX. : As there are tempers made for command, and others for obedience; so there are men born for acquiring possessions, and others incapable of being other than mere lodgers in the houses of their ancestors, and have it not in their very composition to be proprietors of any thing. These men are moved only by the mere effects of impulse : their good-will and disesteem are to be regarded equally ; for neither is the effect of their judgment. This loose temper is that which makes a man, what Sallust so well remarks to happen frequently in the same person, to be covetous of what is another's, and profuse of what is his own. This sort of men is usually amiable to ordinary eyes ; but in the sight of reason, nothing is laudable but what is guided by reason. The covetous prodigal is of all others the worst man in society. If he would but take time to look into himself, he would find his soul all over gashed with broken vows and promises ; and his retrospect on his actions would not consist of reflections upon those good resolutions after mature thought, which are the true life of a reasonable creature, but the nauseous memory of imperfect pleasures, idle dreams, and occasional amusements. — Steele.
MLXXII. What can an Actor give? in ev'ry age Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage; Monarchs themselves, to grief of ev'ry play'r, Appear as often as their image there : They can't, like candidate for other seat, Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat. Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon, And of roast beef they only know the tune : But what they have they give.
MLXXIII. The fear of being thought pedants hath been of pernicious consequence to young-divines. This hath wholly taken many of them off from their severer studies in the university; which they have exchanged for plays, poems, and pamphlets, in order to qualify them for teatables and coffee-houses. This they usually call polite conversation, knowing the world, and reading men instead of books. These accomplishments, when applied in the pulpit, appear by a quaint, terse, florid style, rounded into periods and cadences, commonly without either propriety or meaning. I have listened with my utmost attention, for half an hour, to an orator of this species, without being able to understand, much less to carry away one single sentence of a whole sermon.
Letter to a young Clergyman - Swift.
MLXXIV. He that has printed an ill book, has thereby condensed his words, on purpose that they should be carried away by the wind; he has diffused his poison so publicly, in design that it might be beyond his own recollection; and put himself deliberately past the reach of any private admonition. — Marvell.
MLXXV. Hatred hatch'd at-home is a tame tyger, May fawn and sport, but never leaves his nature; The jars of brothers, two such mighty ones, Is like a small stone thrown into a river, The breach scarce heard ; but view the beaten current And you shall see a thousand angry rings Rise in his face, still swelling and still growing ; So jars circling distrusts, distrusts breeding dangers, And dangers death, the greatest extreme shallow; Till nothing bound them but the shore their graves.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
MLXXVI. There is nothing of which men are more liberal than their good Advice, be their stock of it ever so small; because it seems to carry in it an intimation of our own influence, importance, or worth. -- Young.
-Ate, Mother of Debate,
Hard by the gates of hell her dwelling is,
It is a darksom delve far underground,
But none to issue forth, when one is in :
And all within, the riven walls were hung
Nations captived, and huge armies slain :
Her face most foul and filthy was to see,
And both misplac'd ; that when th' one forward gode The other back retired, and contrary trode.