BLINDNESS. (Milton's Complaint of) Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp; but thou Seasons return, but not to me returns Of nature's works, to me expung'd and ras'd, BLISS. (Human, small) Yet oft a sigh prevails, and sorrows fall, To see the hoard of human bliss so small; And oft I wish, amidst the scene, to find Some spot to real happiness consign'd; MILTON. Where my worn soul, each wand'ring hope at rest, May gather bliss to see my fellows blest. B GOLDSMITH. BLUNTNESS. (Affected) This is some fellow, Who, having been prais'd for bluntness, doth affect A saucy roughness, and constrains the garb, Quite from his nature: He cannot flatter, he!An honest mind and plain, he must speak truth: An' if they will take it, so; if not, he's plain. These kind of knaves I know, which in this plainness Harbour more craft, and more corrupter ends, Than twenty silly ducking observants, That stretch their duties nicely. SHAKESPEARE, BOASTING. (Of Youth) I'll hold thee any wager, When we are both accouter'd like young men, And wish, for all that, that I had not kill'd them: That men shall swear, I have discontinued school Above a twelvemonth. SHAKESPEARE. BODIES. (Heavenly, Regularity of) Nor think thou seest a wild disorder here; Thro' this illustrious chaos, to the sight, Arrangement neat, and chastest order reign. The path prescrib'd, inviolably kept, Upbraids the lawless sallies of mankind : BROTHERS. (Affection for) YOUNG. Where'er 1 roam, whatever realms to see, My heart, untravell'd, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags, at each remove, a lengthening chain. GOLDSMITH. BUFO. (Character of) Proud, as Apollo on his forked hill, Sat full-blown Bufo, puff'd by ev'ry quill; Fed with soft dedication all day long, Horace and he went hand in hand in song, His library (where busts of poets dead And a true Pindar stood without a head) Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race, Who first his judgment ask'd, and then a place: Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his seat, And flatter'd every day, and some days eat: Till grown more frugal in his riper days, He paid some bards with port, and some with praise; To some a dry rehearsal was assign'd; And others (harder still) he paid in kind. Dryden alone (what wonder!) came not nigh; Dryden alone escap'd this judging eye: But still the great have kindness in reserve; He help'd to bury whom he help'd to starve. POPE. BURKE. (Character of) Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, CALIBAN. (His Curses) As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on ye both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And show'd the all thee qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me SHAKESPEARE. CAMP. (Night in a Camp) From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night, The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fix'd sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch : Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs The country cocks do crow, the clocks do toll, Who, like a foul and ugly witch, doth limp So tediously away. The poor condemned English, Like sacrifices, by their watchful fires Sit patiently, and inly ruminate The morning's danger; and their gesture sad, Investing lank-lean cheeks, and war-worn coats, |