descried."--_Cowley_.
"The people have _as much_ a negative voice
To hinder _making_ war without their choice,
As kings of making laws in parliament:
'_No money' is_ as _good_ as '_No assent_.'"--_Butler_.
"Full _many a gem_ of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;
Full _many a flower_ is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air."--_Gray_.
"_Oh fool_! to think God hates the worthy _mind_,
The lover and the love of human kind,
_Whose_ life is healthful, and _whose_ conscience clear,
Because _he_ wants _a_ thousand pounds _a_ year."--_Pope_.
"O _Freedom_! sovereign _boon_ of Heav'n,
Great _charter_, with our being given;
For _which_ the patriot and the sage
Have plann'd, have bled thro' ev'ry age!"--_Mallet_.
LESSON VI.--VERSE.
"Am I to set my life upon a throw,
Because a bear is rude and surly? _No_."--_Cowper_.
"_Poor, guiltless I_! and can I choose but _smile_,
When every coxcomb knows me by my style?"--_Pope_.
"Remote from man, with God he pass'd his days,
_Prayer_ all his _business_, all his _pleasure praise_."--_Parnell_.
"These are _thy_ blessings, _Industry_! rough power;
_Whom_ labour still attends, and _sweat_, and _pain_."--_Thomson_.
"_What ho! thou genius_ of the clime, _what ho_!
Liest thou _asleep_ beneath these hills of snow?"--_Dryden_.
"_What_! canst thou not forbear me _half an hour_?
Then _get_ thee gone, and _dig_ my grave thyself."--_Shak_.
"Then palaces and lofty domes arose;
_These_ for devotion, and for pleasure _those_."--_Blackmore_.
"'Tis very dangerous, _tampering_ with a muse;
The profit's small, and you have much to lose."--_Roscommon_.
"_Lucretius English'd_! 't was a work _might shake_
The power of English verse to undertake."--_Otway_.
"_The best_ may slip, and _the_ most _cautious fall_;
He's _more_ than _mortal_, that ne'er err'd _at all_."--_Pomfret_.
"_Poets_ large _souls_ heaven's noblest stamps do bear,
_Poets_, the watchful angels' darling care."--_Stepney_.
"Sorrow breaks reasons, and reposing hours;
Makes the night _morning_, and the noon-tide _night_."--_Shak._
"Nor then the solemn nightingale _ceas'd warbling_."--_Milton_.
"And O, poor hapless _nightingale_, thought I,
How _sweet_ thou singst, how _near_ the deadly _sna
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