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FOOTNOTES:
[286-1] See Burton, page 192.
TOM BROWN. 1663-1704.
I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[286-2]
_Laconics._
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.[286-3]
_Laconics._
In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his sermon: "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the Gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is not good manners to mention here."[287-1]
_Laconics._
FOOTNOTES:
[286-2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death:--
Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te
(I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee).--MARTIAL: _Epigram i. 33._
Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement une chose; C'est que je ne vous aime pas.
BUSSY: _Comte de Rabutin._ (1618-1693.)
[286-3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.--SORBIENNE (1610-1670).
GOLDSMITH: _The Haunch of Venison._
[287-1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.--POPE: _Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149._
MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.
All jargon of the schools.[287-2]
_I am that I am. An Ode._
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.[287-3]
_To the Hon. Charles Montague._
From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise.[287-4]
_To the Hon. Charles Montague._
Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
_A Better Answer._
Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind.
_An English Padlock._
That if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they.
_Hans Carvel._
The end must justify the means.
_Hans Carvel._
And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive.
_Paulo Purganti._
They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.[287-5]
_Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._
That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287-6]
_Henry and Emma._
Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288-1]
_The Thief and the Cordelier._
Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288-2]
_Epitaph. Extempore._
Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven.
_Charity._
His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach.
_Alma. Canto ii. Line 7._
Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
_Alma. Canto iii. Line 13._
Abra was ready ere I called her name; And though I called another, Abra came.
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii . Line 364._
For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288-3]
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii . Line 102._
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
_Solomon on the Vanity of the World.