n lay.

Night iv. Line 10.

The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
The deep, damp vault, the darkness, and the worm.

Night iv. Line 15.

Man makes a death, which nature never made.

Night iv. Line 118.

Man wants but little, nor that little long.

Night v. Line 775.

The man of wisdom is the man of years.

Night v. Line 1011.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Night vi. Line 309.

Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps.
And pyramids are pyramids in vales.

Night vi. Line 606.

And all may do what has by man been done.

Night vii. Line 496.

The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

Night ix. Line 771.

An undevout astronomer is mad.

Night ix. Line 1660.

Emblazed to seize the sight; who runs, may read.

* * * * *

LOVE OF FAME.

Satire i. Line 89.

Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Satire i. Line 238.

None think the great unhappy, but the great.

Satire ii. Line 207.

Where nature's end of language is declined,
And men talk only to conceal their mind.[14]

[Note 14: "Ils n'emploient les paroles que pour deguiser leurs
pensees "--_Voltaire_.]

Satire vii. Line 97.

How commentators each dark passage shun,
And hold their farthing candle to the sun.[15]

[Note 15: Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part I.,
Introduction, and taken originally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy,
Part III. Sec. 2. Mem. 1. Subs 2. "But to enlarge or illustrate this
power or effects of love is to set a candle in the sun."]

_Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield_.

Accept a miracle, instead of wit,
See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

* * * * *

HENRY CAREY.
1663-1743.

_God save the King_.[16]

God save our gracious king,
Long live our noble king,
God save the king.

[Note 16: 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.]

* * * * *

_Chrononhotonthologos_. Act i. Sc. 3.

To thee, and gentle Rigdum Funnidos,
Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

Act ii. Sc. 4.

Go call a coach, and let a coach be called,
And let the man who calleth be the caller;
And in his cal