The fifter of the youth, who had ftolen her voice from heaven, fung alternately with her brother'twas a Gascoigne roundelay.

VIVA LA JOIA!

FIDON LA TRISTESSA!

The nymphs joined in unifon, and their fwains an oc

tave below them

I would have given a crown to have it few'd upNannette would not have given a sous-Viva la joia! was in her lips-Viva la joia! was in her eyes. A tranfient spark of amity shot across the space betwixt us-She look'd amiable!-Why could I not live, and end my days thus? Juft difpofer of our joys and forrows, cried I, why could not a man fit down in the lap of content here-and dance, and fing, and fay his prayers, and go to heaven with this nut-brown maid? Capriciously did fhe bend her head on one fide, and dance up infidious Then 'tis time to dance off, quoth I! fo changing only partners and tunes, I danced it away from Lunel to Montpellier-from thence to Pefonas, BeziersI danced it along through Narbonne, Carcaffon, and Castle Naudairy, till at last I danced myself into Perdrillo's pavilion.

T. SHANDY. VOL. IV. C. 24.

SOLOMO

OPPRESSION.

OLOMON fays, Oppreffion will make a wife man mad.-What will it do then to a tender and ingenuous heart, which feels itself neglected,—too full of reverence for the author of its wrongs to complain ?— See, it fits down in filence, robbed by difcouragements, of all its natural powers to please,-born to fee others loaded with careffes-in fome uncheery corner it nourishes its difcontent, and with a weight upon its spirits, which its little stock of fortitude is not able to withftand, it droops and pines away.Sad victim of caprice!

SERMON XXII. P. 136.

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VIRTUE AND VICE.

HOEVER confiders the state and condition of human nature, and upon this view, how much ftronger the natural motives are to virtue than to vice, would expect to find the world much better than it is, or ever has been ;-for who would fuppofe the generality of mankind to betray fo much folly, as to act against the common interest of their own kind, as every man does who yields to the temptation of what is wrong?

SERMON XXXIII. P. 61.
WISDOM.

THE

WIS DO M.

HERE is no project to which the whole race of mankind is fo univerfally a bubble, as to that of being thought wife: and the affectation of it is fo vifible, in men of all complexions, that you every day fee fome one or other fo very folicitous to establish the character, as not to allow himself leisure to do the things which fairly win it :-expending more art and ftratagem to appear fo in the eyes of the world, than what would fuffice to make him fo in truth.

It is owing to the force of this defire, that you fee in general there is no injury touches a man so fenfibly, as an infult upon his parts and capacity: tell a man of other defects, that he wants learning, induftry or application, he will hear your reproof with patience.

-Nay, you may go further; take him in a proper feason, you may tax his morals, you may tell him he is irregular in his conduct,paffionate or revengeful in his nature,-loofe in his principles ;-deliver it with the gentleness of a friend,-poffibly he'll not only bear with you, but, if ingenuous, he will thank you for your lecture, and promife a reformation:-but hint, hint but at a defect in his intellectuals,touch but that fore place,-from that moment you are look'd upon as an enemy fent to torment him before his time, and in return may reckon upon his refentment and illwill for ever: fo that in general you will find it fafer L2

to tell a man he is a knave than a fool, and ftand a better chance of being forgiven, for proving he has been wanting in a point of common honefty, than a point of common sense.- -Strange fouls that we are! as if to live well was not the greatest argument of wisdom;—and, as if what reflected upon our morals, did not most of all reflect upon our understandings!

SERM. XXVI. P. 207.

CORPORAL TRIM'S

REFLECTIONS ON DEATH.

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My young mafter in London is dead! faid Obadiah.

A green fatin night-gown of my mother's, which

had been twice fcowered, was the first idea which Obadiah's exclamation brought into Sufannah's head. Then, quoth Sufannah, we must all go into mourning.-Oh! 'twill be the death of my poor miftrefs, cried Sufannah. -My mother's whole wardrobe followed.What a proceffion! her red damafk,-her orange tawny,her white and yellow luftrings,-her brown taffety,her bone-laced caps, her bed-gowns,-and comfortable under-petticoats.--Not a rag was left behind.-No, fhe will never look up again, faid Sufannah.

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