Tract of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but strait conduct ye to a hill side, where I will point ye out the right path of a verti ous and noble education; laborious indeed at the fir. ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that tl; harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of vertue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men, and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

Areopagitica. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air calm and pleasant, it were an injury and a sullenne.' against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and par take in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

As good almost kill a Man, as kill a good Booke; who kills a Man kills a reasonable creature, God's Image ; but he who destroys a good Booke kills reason itselfe. . . .

A good book is the pretious life-blood of a master spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

History of England. Book 1. ad fin. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travailed through a Region of smooth or idle Dreams, our History now arrives on the Confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at far distance, true colors and shapes.

The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. For truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.

Iconoclastes xxiiii. ad fin. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiare.

ROGER L'ESTRANGE.

1618-1704.

Fables from several Authors. Fable 398.
Though this may be play to you,
T is death to us.

SAMUEL BUTLER.
1612-1680.
HUDIBRAS.

Part i. Canto i. Line 45.
We grant, altho' he had much wit,
H' was very shy of using it.

Part i. Canto i. Line 51. Besides, 'tis known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak. That Latin was no more difficile, Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.

Part i. Canto i. Line 67. He could distinguish, and divide A hair, 'twixt south and south-west side.

Part i. Canto i. Line 81. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

Part i. Canto i. Line 131. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.

Part i. Canto i. Line 149. He knew what's what, and that's as high As metaphysic wit can fly.

Hudibras — Continued.

Part i. Canto i. Line 161.
Such as take lodgings in a head
That's to be let unfurnished

Part i. Canto i. Line 199.
And prove their doctrine orthodox,
By Apostolic blows and knocks.

Part i. Canto i. Line 215.
Compound for sins they are inclined to,
By damning those they have no mind to.

Part i. Canto i. Line 463.
For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

Part i. Canto i. Line 489.
He ne'er considered it, as loth
To look a gift-horse in the mouth.

Part i. Canto i. Line 647.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature, and their stars, to write.

Parti. Canto i. Line 821.
Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat;
Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."

* Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high. Holy and Profane State. B. v. ch. xviii.

FULLEB

Hudibras — Continued.

Part i. Canto i. Line 852. Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.

Part i. Canto ii. Line 633. And bid the devil take the hin'most, Which at this race is like to win most.

Part i. Canto ii. Line 831.
With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 1.
Ay me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 263.
Nor do I know what is become
Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 309.
H' had got a hurt
O' th' inside of a deadlier sort.

Part i. Canto iii. Line 877.
I am not now in fortune's power;
He that is down can fall no lower.'

Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367.
Thou hast
Outrun the Constable at last.

* He that is down need fear no fall.

Pilgrim's Progress.— Bunyan.