THE DUENNA-continued.]

Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4.

The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.1

Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. (Sheridaniana.)

You write with ease to show your breeding,

But easy writing 's curst hard reading.
Clio's Protest. Moore's Life of Sheridan.

Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun."

Vol. i. p. 155.

The Parish Register. Pt. i. Introduc.

Her air, her manners, all who saw admired;
Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired;
The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,

And ease of heart her every look convey'd. Ibid. Pt. ii. Marriages.

In this fool's paradise 3 he drank delight.

The Borough. Letter xii. Players.

Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.

Ibid. Letter xxiv. Schools.

In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. The Birth of Flattery.

1 On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire.-Le Sage,

Gil Blas, Livre iii. Ch. xi.

What's done we partly may compute,

But know not what 's resisted.

If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede ye tent it;

A chiel's amang ye takin' notes,

And, faith, he 'll prent it.

On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland.

O wad some power the giftie gie us,

To see oursels as others see us!

It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
And foolish notion.

The best laid schemes o' mice and men

Gang aft a-gley;

And leave us naught but grief and pain
For promised joy.

Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
Full on thy bloom.

To a Louse.

To a Mouse.

To a Mountain Daisy.

1 Final Ruin fiercely drives

Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Young, Night Thoughts, ix. Line 167.

Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3.

2 Durance vile.-W. Kenrick (1766), Falstaff's Wedding, Act i. Sc. 2. It will not be amiss to take a view of the effects of this royal servitude and vile durance, which was so deplored in the reign of the last monarch. -Burke, Thoughts on the Present Discontents.

The man's the gowd for a' that.3 Is there for Honest Poverty.

A prince can make a belted knight,4

A marquis, duke, and a' that;

But an honest man 's aboon his might,

Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

Ibid.

But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.

Song. Ae Fond Kiss.

Had we never loved sae kindly,

Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,

We had ne'er been broken-hearted!

To see her is to love her,

And love but her for ever.

O, my luve 's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June,
O, my luve 's like the melodie,
That 's sweetly played in tune.
It's guid to be merry and wise,
It 's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue.

1 See Proverbs, post.

Ibid.

Bonny Lesley.

Song. A Red, Red Rose.

Here's a health to them that's awa.

2 Man was made when Nature was

But an apprentice, but woman when she

Was a skilful mistress of her art. Cupid's Whirligig. 1607.

3 I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the

metal better.-Wycherley, The Plaindealer, Act i. Sc. 1.

4 Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a Count ne'er made a man.-Southerne, Sir Anthony Love, Act ii. Sc. 1.

BURNS.--KEMBLE.-BARRINGTON.-PITT.-COLMAN.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing,

Than aught in the world beside, -Jessy!

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Jessy.

The Cotter's Saturday Night.

Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.

Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale. Ibid.

He wales a portion with judicious care;

And Let us worship God !" he says, with solemn air.

Ibid.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:

GEORGE BARRINGTON. 1755

True patriots all; for be it understood

We left our country for our country's good.2

Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. Barrington's "New South Wales," p. 152.

Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all

That shared its shelter, perish in its fall.

From The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi.

GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER. 1762-1836.

On their own merits modest men are dumb.

And what's impossible can't be,

Epilogue to the Heir at Law.

And never, never comes to pass.

Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
As great lords' stories often are.

The Maid of the Moor.

Ibid.

1 Altered from Bickerstaff's 'Tis Well it's no Worse. The lines are also found in Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, Vol. i. p. 15.

2 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.-Farquhar, The Beaux Stratagem, Act iii. Sc. 2.