_Twelfth Night, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one;
All other crimes may pass for virtues in him.
_Busiris_. DR. E. YOUNG.

Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!
_Night Thoughts, Night II_. DR. E. YOUNG.

How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
To have a thankless child!
_King Lear, Act i. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

INN.

Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?
_Henry IV., Pt. I. Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Now musing o'er the changing scene
Farmers behind the tavern screen
Collect; with elbows idly pressed
On hob, reclines the corner's guest,
Reading the news to mark again
The bankrupt lists or price of grain.
Puffing the while his red-tipt pipe
He dreams o'er troubles nearly ripe,
Yet, winter's leisure to regale,
Hopes better times, and sips his ale.
_The Shepherd's Calendar_. J. CLARE.

Souls of poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
_Lines on the Mermaid Tavern_. J. KEATS.

Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn.
_Macbeth, Act iii. Sc. 3_. SHAKESPEARE.

Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round,
Where'er his stages may have been,
May sigh to think he still has found
The warmest welcome at an inn.
_Written on a Window of an Inn_. W. SHENSTONE.

INNOCENCE.

Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
_Tempest, Act iii. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest countenance
From those who know thee not!
_The Cenci, Act v. Sc. 3_. P.B. SHELLEY.

I never tempted her with word too large;
But, as a brother to his sister, showed
Bashful sincerity, and comely love.
_Much Ado about Nothing, Act iv. Sc. 1_. SHAKESPEARE.

And dallies with the innocence of love.
_Twelfth Night, Act ii. Sc. 4_. SHAKESPEARE.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
Patient of toil; serene amidst alarms;
Inflexible in faith; invincible in arms.
_The Minstrel, Bk. I_. J. BEATTIE.

True, conscious honor is to feel no sin;
He's armed without that's innocent within.
_Imitation of Horace, Epistle 1. Bk. I_. A. POPE.

INSECTS.

My banks they are furnished with bees,
Whose murmur invites one to sleep.
_A P