A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68.

A little round, fat, oily man of God.

Canto i. Stanza 69.

I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace;
You cannot shut the windows of the sky,
Through which Aurora shows her brightening
face;

You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave :
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
Canto ii. Stanza 3.

For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove

An unrelenting foe to love;

And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
Song, For ever, Fortune.

Whoe'er amidst the sons

Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue,

Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble

Of Nature's own creating.

Coriolanus. Act. iii. Sc. 3.

Sophonisba. Act. iii. Sc. 2.

O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O!1

1 The line was altered, after the second edition, to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."

Thomson.-Dyer.-Wesley.-Dodsley. 331

When Britain first, at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main,

This was the charter of her land,

And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves.

Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5.

1700-1758.

JOHN DYER.

Ever charming, ever new,

When will the landscape tire the view?

Grongar Hill. Line 5.

JOHN WESLEY.

1703-1791.

That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called A Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1792. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.'

"1

Sermon xcii. On Dress.

ROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764.

One kind kiss before we part,
Drop a tear, and bid adieu ;

Though we sever, my fond heart
Till we meet shall pant for you.

The Parting Kiss.

1 See Bacon, ante, p. 145.

JAMES BRAMSTON.

- 1744.

strand?

What's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
Where's Troy, and where's the May-pole in the
Art of Politics.
But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense:
"I hear a lion in the lobby roar ;
Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
And keep him there, or shall we let him in
To try if we can turn him out again? Ibid.
So Britain's monarch once uncover'd sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimm'd hat.
Man of Taste.

" 1

WILLIAM B. RHODES.

Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar ;

The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar,

And the first lion thought the last a bore.

Bombastes Furioso.

1 "I hope," said Col. Titus, "we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out."— On the Exclusion Bill. January 7, 1681.

HENRY FIELDING.

1707-1754.

All nature wears one universal grin.

Tom Thumb the Great. Acti. Sc. 1.

Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
Let other hours be set apart for business.
To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk ;
And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.
Act i. Sc. 2.

When I'm not thank'd at all, I'm thank'd enough.
I've done my duty, and I 've done no more.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit.

Act i. Sc. 3.

To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.

Act i. Sc. 3.

Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
With a third dog one of the two dogs meets,
With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.1
Act i. Sc. 6.

Much may be said on both sides.

The Covent Garden Tragedy. Sc. 8.

1 Thus when a barber and a collier fight,

The barber beats the luckless collier - white;

The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,

And, big with vengeance, beats the barber - black.
In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread,
And beats the collier and the barber - red;
Black, red, and white, in various clouds are tost,

And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost. Christ. Smart, From The Trip to Cambridge. Campbell's Specimens, Vol. vi. p. 185.

334 Fielding-Doddridge.-Cotton.

Oh! the roast beef of Old England,
And oh the old English roast beef.
The Roast Beef of Old England.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.

Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be ;
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.

Epigram on his Family Arms.

NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788.

If solid happiness we prize,

Within our breast this jewel lies

And they are fools who roam:

;

The world has nothing to bestow;
From our own selves our joys must flow,
And that dear hut, our home.
The Fireside. St. 3.

To be resigned when ills betide,
Patient when favours are denied,
And pleased with favours given;

1 Dum vivimus vivamus.

From Ortin's Life of Doddridge.