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VOLUME VIII.

Nullius addictus jurare in verba magifiri,
Quo me cunque rapit tempeftas deferor hofpes.

HOR.

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184. Entrust thy fortune to the pow'rs above: Leave them to manage for thee, and to grant What their unerring wisdom fees thee want.

185. But O revenge is fweet!

Thus think the croud; who, eager to engage,
Take quickly fire and kindle into rage.
Not fo mild Thales, nor Chryfippus thought,

DRYDEN.

Nor that good man, who drank the pois'nous draught With mind ferene; and could not wish to fee His vile accufer drink as deep as he. Exalted Socrates! divinely brave! Injur'd he fell, and dying he forgave, Too noble for revenge; which still we find The weakest frailty of a feeble mind. 186. Place

me, where never fummer-breeze
Unbinds the glebe, or warms the trees;
Where ever-lowering clouds appear,

And angry Jove deforms th' inclement year:
Love and the nymph shall charm my toils;

DRYDEN.

The nymph, who sweetly speaks and sweetly smiles.

187. Love alters not for us his hard decrees;

FRANCIS.

Not tho' beneath the Thracian clime we freeze,

Or the mild blifs of temperate skies forego,
And in mid winter tread Sithonian fnow.

Love conquers all.

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