WILLIAM PULTENEY. 1682-1764.

For twelve honest men have decided the cause, Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws. The Honest Jury.

'T was when the sea was roaring

With hollow blasts of wind,

A damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd.

The What D'ye call't. Act ii. Sc. 8.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.1 Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 9.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.

Over the hills and far away.2 Ibid. Acti. Sc. I.

1 The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais," that is, Rabelais' quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy. Life of Rabelais, ed. Bohn, p. 13.

2 And 't is o'er the hills and far away.

Jockey's Lamentation. From Wit's Mirth, Vol. iv.

If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears. The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brother, brother, we are both in the wrong.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away.

Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
The judges all rang'd; a terrible show!

Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 2.

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.

Adieu, she cried, and wav'd her lily hand.

Ibid.

FABLES.

His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
The Shepherd and the Philosopher.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?1
Where yet was ever found a mother
Who'd give her booby for another?

Ibid.

The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy.

I 'midnight oil,' a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.

No author ever spared a brother.

The Elephant and the Bookseller.

Lest men suspect your tale untrue,

Keep probability in view.

The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody.

Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.

The Sick Man and the Angel.

While there is life there 's hope, he cried.1

+

Ibid.

Those who in quarrels interpose

Must often wipe a bloody nose.

The Mastiffs.

And when a lady 's in the case,

You know all other things give place.
The Hare and many Friends.

From wine what sudden friendship springs.

The Squire and his Cur.

Life is a jest, and all things show it;

I thought so once, but now I know it.

My own Epitaph.

ROBERT LOWTH. 1710-1787.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way.

Choice of Hercules, I.

1 Ἐλπίδες ἐν ζωοῖσιν, ἀνέλπιστοι δὲ θανόντες.

Theocritus, Id. iv. 42.

Agroto, dum anima est, spes est.

Cicero, Epist. ad Att. ix. 10.

LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690 1762.

Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide, -
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too near that comes to be denied.
The Lady's Resolve.
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at

last.2

The Lover.

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary! kiss me, and be quiet.
A Summary of Lord Lyttleton's Advice.
Satire should, like a polish'd razor keen,
Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.
To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii.
But the fruit that can fall without shaking,

Indeed is too mellow for me.

The Answer.

WILLIAM OLDYS. 1696-1761.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,

Drink with me, and drink as I.

On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale.

1 A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her marriage (1713). The last lines were taken from Overbury, The Wife, St. 36. Ante, p. 154.

2 What say you to such a supper with such a woman? Byron, Note to Letter on Bowles.

322 O'Hara.-Macklin. - Green. - Theobald.

KANE O'HARA.

- 1782.

Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue;

Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? Remember, when the judgment's weak the prejudice is strong.

Midas. Acti. Sc. 4.

CHARLES MACKLIN.

1690-1797.

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.

MATTHEW GREEN. 1696 – 1737.

Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

The Spleen. Line 93.

Though pleased to see the dolphins play,

I mind my compass and my way. Ibid. ad fin.

LOUIS THEOBALD.

1691 – 1744.

None but himself can be his parallel.1

The Double Falsehood.

Quæris Alcidæ parem?

Nemo est nisi ipse. — Seneca, Hercules Furens, i. 1.

And but herself admits no parallel.

Massinger, Duke of Milan, Act iv. Sc. 3.