JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.

Some say, compared to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel

Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.*
The Astrologer.

As clear as a whistle.

Bone and skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it ;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
Epigram on Two Monopolists.

GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707.

Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of

honor.

Kite. Oh! a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware — ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1.

another.

"Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains (Cheltenham Soc.) vol. i. p. 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope. Vide Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope.

BRERETON. BERKELEY.-CAREY. 215

JANE BRERETON.

1685-1740.

The picture, placed the busts between,
Adds to the thought much strength;
Wisdom and Wit are little seen,

But Folly's at full length.*

On Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.*

BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.

Westward the course of empire takes its way;
The four first acts already past,

A fifth shall close the drama with the day;
Time's noblest offspring is the last.

On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.

God save our gracious king,

Long live our noble king,
God save the king.

God save the King.†

To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,

Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3.

This Epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield.

The authorship both of the words and music of "God save the King" has long been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim.

Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his calling let him nothing call,

But coach! Coach! Coach! O for a coach, ye
Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4.

gods!

Of all the girls that are so smart,

There's none like pretty Sally.* Sally in our Alley.

ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.

The Grave, dread thing!

Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Line 9.

Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweet'ner of life! and solder of society!

Of joys departed,

Ibid. Line 88.

Not to return, how painful the remembrance.

The good he scorned,

Ibid. Line 109.

Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits

Like those of angels, short and far between.

Ibid. Part ii. Line 586

Of all the girls that e'er was seen

There's none so fine as Nelly.

Swift. Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet.

EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765.

NIGHT THOUGHTS.

Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

Night i. Line 1.

Creation sleeps. 'T is as the gen'ral pulse
Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause;
An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

Night i. Line 23.

Night i. Line 154.

To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?

Thy shaft flew thrice: and thrice my peace was

slain;

And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her

horn.

Night i. Line 212

Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.*

Night i. Line 390.

Procrastination is the thief of time.

Night i. Line 393.

Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,

To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.

Congreve. Letter to Cobham.

At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

All men think all men mortal but themselves.

Night i. Line 417.

Night i. Line 424.

Night ii. Line 24.

He mourns the dead, who lives as they desire.

And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

Night ii. Line 51.

Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed:
Who does the best his circumstance allows,
Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

Night ii. Line 90.

"I've lost a day"- the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.

Night ii. Line 99.

Ah! how unjust to nature, and himself,
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man.

Night ii. Line 112.

The spirit walks of every day deceased.

Night ii. Line 180.

Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites,

Hell threatens.

Night ii. Line 292.

'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven.

Night ii. Line 376.

Thoughts shut up, want air,

And spoil like bales unopened to the sun.

Night ii. Line 466.