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WALPOLE.-PHILIPS. - TUKE.

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SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745.

The balance of power.

Speech, 1741.

Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, All those men have their price.1

Coxe's Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false.

Walpoliana. No. 141.

The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.2

AMBROSE PHILIPS.

1671-1749.

Studious of ease and fond of humble things.

From Holland to a Friend in England.

SIR SAMUEL TUKE.

-1673.

He is a fool who thinks by force or skill
To turn the current of a woman's will.

Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3.

1 The political axiom, "All men have their price," is commonly ascribed to Walpole.

2 Hazlitt, in his Wit and Humour, says, "This is Walpole's phrase."

The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefit. - Rochefoucauld, Maxim 298.

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Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.

But, children, you should never let

Such angry passions rise;

Your little hands were never made

To tear each other's eyes.

Birds in their little nests agree;
And 't is a shameful sight
When children of one family
Fall out, and chide, and fight.

How doth the little busy bee

Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day

From every opening flower!

For Satan finds some mischief still

For idle hands to do.

Song xvi.

Ibid.

Song xvii.

1 Compare Herbert, The Church Porch. Page 160.

Song xx.

Ibid.

In books, or work, or healthful play.

Divine Songs. Song xx.

I have been there, and still would go;
"T is like a little heaven below.

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Song xxviii.

A Cradle Hymn.

"T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, 'You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.'

The Sluggard.

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high.

From all who dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Psalm v.

Psalm cxvii.

Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
Over the hills where spices grow.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79.

Hymn 88.

And while the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return.

Strange that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long!

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.

When I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,

I'll bid farewell to every fear,

Book ii. Hymn 19.

Hymn 63.

Ibid.

And wipe my weeping eyes.

Hymn 65.

!ere is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; inite day excludes the night,

And pleasures banish pain.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66.

So, when a raging fever burns,

We shift from side to side by turns;

And 't is a poor relief we gain

To change the place, but keep the pain.

Were I so tall to reach the pole,

Or grasp the ocean with my span,

I must be measured by my soul:

The mind 's the standard of the man.1

Hymn 146.

Hora Lyrica. Book ii. False Greatness.

To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given,
By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Doxology.

SAMUEL GARTH. 1670-1719.

To die is landing on some silent shore,
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

The Dispensary.2 Canto iii. Line 225.

1 I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. --Seneca, On a Happy Life, Ch. 1. (L'Estrange's Abstract.)

2 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy,

Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

Christopher Codrington, On Garth's Dispensary.

WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729.

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.1

For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 8.

And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. Act v. Sc. 12.

If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see

That heart which others bleed for bleed for me.

The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12.

Pinto was but a type of thee,

Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5.

Ferdinand Mendez thou liar of the first magnitude.

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

Act ii. Sc. 7.

Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.2 Act v. Sc. 1.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.3

Letter to Cobham.

1 Compare Cibber, Love's Last Shift, Act iv. Page 248.

2 Compare Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew. Page 47.

3 Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer. -Young, Night Thoughts, i. Line 390. See also Martial, Book v. Ep. 59.

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