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VOLUME III.

Nullius addictus jurare in verba magiftri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas, deferor hofpes.

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The MOTTOES in English.

No.

53. Spare thy poffeffions.

54. Though day is swallow'd up in day,
And each new moon finds new decay,
Faft by thy grave thou lay'ft the block
Of marble rough as from the rock;
And, mindless of thy lafting home,
Wouldst still erect a stately dome.

Art thou too gone, Erafmus? Ah! why leave me,
Ere yet thou hadst conciliated my love?

p. 15.

55. Ripe for the grave, quit childish joy,
Nor longer hope 'mongst girls to toy;
No more with giddy sparklers vie,
Who fhine the brighter thou art by:
What fit in Pholoe may feem,
In Chloris we must folly deem.

$6. Nor is each ludicrous performance light: Neglect makes pale, regard restores the plight.

57. Men do not understand how great a revenue is parfimony.

58. Let cumbrous wealth increase at will, There's always fomewhat wanting still,

No.

59. The charm there is ev'n hopeless woes to tell,
Makes Progne and Halcyone complain:
This made Paantias in his lonely cell,

Tire, with his moan, the Lemnian rocks in vain.
That grief muft fuffocate which ne'er perfpires,
And with new fewel feed its ftifled fires.

Whose face is smiling, though his heart be fad. p. 54.

60. What fair, what foul, what useful, or what not, Fuller and better than the schools, it tells.

61. Falfe honour flatters, and false fame affrights None but the faulty and the falfe.

62. Now in Triptolemus's car I'd bound,

Who first threw feed into the unknown ground;
And now Medea's dragons I'd restrain,
Which once spread terror over Corinth's plain:
Now, Perfeus, I'd affume thy boasted wings,
Or thine, O Dedalus, which fable fings.

63. Let who will boaft the fplendour of his train,
His royal company, his wide domain;
Let fated wishes every pomp combine:
An humble tripod and a falt be mine;
A garment too, to make me quite confol'd,
Though ne'er fo coarfe, that can exclude the cold.

64. Sameness of sentiments is fure friendship.

65. To make the tedious truth prevail, He tells us a romantic tale.

Down from the mountains, bursting on the plains,
The torrents roaring stun the distant fwains. p. 100.

66. The cloud of error few know to dispel, And to distinguish true from seeming good.

67. Thou

No.

67. Thou goddess Hope, and thou, O Fortune, hail!

68. For various causes, but still more for this,
In private life, nor speak nor act amifs,
That, wrapt in innocence, thou may'st difdain
The deadly member of the menial train.

69. The dreaded wrinkles when poor Chloe spy'd,
Ah! why this fecond rape? with tears the cry'd.
Time, thou devourer, and thou envious Age,
Who all destroy with keen corroding rage;
Beneath your jaws, whate'er have pleas'd or pleafe,
Muft fink, confum'd by swift or flow degrees.

70. But next the filver age muft pafs,

Though worse than gold, preferr'd to brass.

71. Improve what present moments give; For none makes too much hafte to live.

Where flourish'd now the rofes fresh and fair,
Thou seek'st a rose, and find'st a briar there. p. 148.

72. Old Ariftippus every state became,

In ev'ry fhape and character the fame :
Whate'er his schemes, his mind he never teaz'd;
But with the present pleasing still was pleas'd.

73. With childish hopes thou vainly think'st to fee What never was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

74. For nought tormented, she for nought torments.

75. When Fortune fmiles, you all around delight; But if the frown, she then puts all to flight.

76. While mazy Error draws mankind aftray From Truth's fure path, each takes his devious way:

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