THOMAS PARNELL. 1679 – 1717.

Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
But still be a woman to you.

When thy beauty appears.

Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

The Hermit. Line 5.

We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

An Elegy to an Old Beauty.

Let those love now who never lov'd before, Let those who always loved now love the more. Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.1

JANE BRERETON.

1685-1740.

The picture, placed the busts between,
Adds to the thought much strength;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen,

But Folly 's at full length.

On Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.2

1 Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed to Catullus :

Cras amet qui numquam amavit ;

Quique amavit, cras amet.

2 From Dyce's, Specimens of British Poetesses. This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield; see Campbell's Specimens, Note, p. 521.

AARON HILL. 1685-1750.

First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend on 't ; If she will do 't, she will; and there's an end on't. But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.1

Epilogue to Zara.

Tender-handed stroke a nettle,

And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,

And it soft as silk remains.

Verses written on a Window in Scotland.

'Tis the same with common natures:
Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,

And the rogues obey you well.

Ibid.

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 following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury : Examiner, May 31, 1829.

Where is the man who has the power and skill

To stem the torrent of a woman's will?

For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;

And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on 't.

EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765.

NIGHT THOUGHTS.

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!
Night i. Line 1.
Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
Night i. Line 18.
Creation sleeps! 'Tis as the gen'ral pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Night i. Line 154.

Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.

To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?

Thy shaft flew thrice: and thrice my peace was

slain;

And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her

horn.

Night i. Line 212.

Night i. Line 390.

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.1

1 Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,

To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Congreve, Letter to Cobham.

[Night Thoughts continued.

Night i. Line 393.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

Night i. Line 417.

Night i. Line 424.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

Night ii. Line 24.

Night ii. Line 51.

And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell

Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed :
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.
Night ii. Line 90.

"I've lost a day"-the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.

Night ii. Line 99.

Ah! how unjust to nature, and himself,
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.

Night ii. Line 112.

Night ii. Line 180.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites,

Hell threatens.

Night ii. Line 292.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Night ii. Line 376.

Night Thoughts continued.]

Thoughts shut up want air,

And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

Night ii. Line 466.

How blessings brighten as they take their flight!
Night ii. Line 602.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate
Is privileged beyond the common walk
Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Night ii. Line 633.

Night ii. Line 641.

A death-bed's a detector of the heart.

Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;

They love a train, they tread each other's heel.1

Night iii. Line 63.

Beautiful as sweet!

And young as beautiful! and soft as young!
And gay as soft! and innocent as gay!

Night iii. Line 81.

Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.

Night iii. Line 104.

Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight, a naked human heart.

Night iii. Line 226.

1 One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
So fast they follow.

Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7.

Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.

Herrick, Hesperides, Sorrows Succeed.