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A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale.[289-1]

_The Wandering Pilgrim._

FOOTNOTES:

[287-2] Noisy jargon of the schools.--POMFRET: _Reason._

The sounding jargon of the schools.--COWPER: _Truth, line 367._

[287-3] But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight.

_Variations in a copy dated 1692._

[287-4] See Davenant, page 217.

[287-5] See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268.

[287-6] Fine by defect, and delicately weak.--POPE: _Moral Essays, epistle ii. line 43._

[288-1] As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff. [John Clerk to Wolsey.]--ELLIS: _Letters, third series, vol. i. p. 262._

"A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune played, on taking leave of friends. TARLTON: _News out of Purgatory_ (about 1689). CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears._ MIDDLETON: _The Old Law, act iv. sc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit at Several Weapons, act ii. sc. 2._

[288-2] The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior:--

Johnnie Carnegie lais heer, Descendit of Adam and Eve. Gif ony con gang hieher, Ise willing give him leve.

[288-3] This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius (_Aristotle, v. xi._), who, when asked what hope is, answered, "The dream of a waking man." Menage, in his "Observations upon Laertius," says that Stobæus (_Serm. cix._) ascribes it to Pindar, while Ælian (_Var. Hist. xiii. 29_) refers it to Plato.

Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quædam, vigilantium (Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake).--QUINTILIAN: _vi. 2, 27._

[289-1] A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.--TOM BROWN: _Works, vol. iv. p. 11._

JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703.

We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow.[289-2]

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._

Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes.

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._

FOOTNOTES:

[289-2] See Dryden, page 277.

JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.

I 've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year; A handsome house to lodge a friend; A river at my garden's end; A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood.

_Imitation of Horace,