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Parents ought to be sharply reprehended, who will not have their children come on by any strict method; but in this, as in all things, are so fond of making a noise in the world; and in such haste to compass their wishes, that they hurry them in publick e'er they have digested what they have read, and put children e'er they are well past their sucking-bottle, upon the good grace of speaking, than which even themselves confess, nothing is greater: Whereas if they would suffer them to come up by degrees, that their studies might be temper'd with grave lectures; their affections fashion'd by the dictates of wisdom; that they might work themselves into a mastery of words; and for a long time hear, what they're inclined to imitate, nothing that pleas'd children, wou'd be admir'd by them.
"Lovest thou but me, I will e'er love thee, All my days on earth, so fondly; Short were summer's days, Now the flower decays, Comes again with spring, so kindly. "What you said last year Still rings in my ear, As I all alone am sitting, And your thoughts do try In my heart to fly, Picture life in sunshine flitting. "Litli litli loy, Well I hear the boy, Sighs behind the birches heaving.
By saints of isle and mainland both, By woden wild my grandsire's oath Let Rome and England do their worst; Rowe'er attainted and accursed, If Bruce shall e'er find friends again, Once more to brave a battle-plain, If Douglas couch again his lance, Or Randolph dare another chance, Old Torquil will not be to lack With twice a thousand at his back; Nay, chafe not at my bearing bold, Good abbot! for thou knowest of old, Torquil's rude thought and stubborn will Smack of the wild Norwegian still Nor will I barter freedom's cause For England's wealth or Rome's applause!"
Tabitha eagerly took the sheet, and read TO THALIA These lines to her my passion tell, Describe the empire of her spell; A love which naught will e'er dispel, That flames for sweetest Thalia. The sun that brights the fairest morn, The stars that gleam in Capricorn, Do not so much the skies adorn As does my lovely Thalia.
And suppose we were to make shift for a month or five weeks, and have all our money coming, and have no tommy out of the shop, what would the butty say to me? He would say, 'do you want e'er a note this time' and if I was to say 'no, then he would say, 'you've no call to go down to work any more here. And that's what I call forsation."
Chute has set me too upon making epigrams; but as I have not his art mine is almost a copy of verses: the story he told me, and is literally true, of an old Lady Bingley: Celia now had completed some thirty campaigns, And for new generations was hammering chains; When whetting those terrible weapons, her eyes, To Jenny, her handmaid, in anger she cries, "Careless creature! did mortal e'er see such a glass!
Cowley: If e'er ambition did my fancy cheat, With any wish so mean as to be great; Continue heav'n, still from me to remove The humble blessings of that life I love. No. 115. Ut sit mens sana in corpore sano. Juv. Sat. x. v. 356. A healthy body and a mind at ease. Bodily labour is of two kinds, either that which a man submits to for his livelihood, or that which he undergoes for his pleasure.
I doubt not thou canst sing a ballad most blithely; canst thou not?" "Truly, I have trolled one now and then," quoth the Cook, "yet I would not sing alone." "Nay, truly," said Little John, "that were but ill courtesy. Strike up thy ditty, and I will afterward sing one to match it, if I can. "So be it, pretty boy," quoth the Cook. "And hast thou e'er heard the song of the Deserted Shepherdess?"
So she took the lute and trilled upon it, till the place was moved to mirth; then, taking all hearts with her graceful bendings, she sang the following verses: As thy face liveth, none but thee I'll love nor cherish e'er, Till death, nor ever to thy love will I be false, I swear. O full moon, shrouded, as it were a veil, with loveliness, All lovely ones on earth that be beneath thy banners fare.
'Farewell, good wife, quoth he, 'Or e'er the dawn Hath broke I must be forward on my way. Like Jupiter I will be blessed and bless With love; and in the image of a swan. "The magic spell hath changed him. With a wreath About his head he deems he lacketh nought Of what may best beguile a maiden's soul. "Thus to fair Leda flies the hapless wight. With boisterous mirth the dame beholds the bird.
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