To weave a garland for the rose, "Tis not a lip, or eye, we beauty call, For when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a point divine. m. PRIOR TO the Countess of Oxford. S. Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 1. Beauty is bought by judgment of the eye, Not utter'd by base sale of chapmen's tongues. t. Love's Labour's Lost. Act II. Sc. 1. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good; A shining gloss that vadeth suddenly; A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud; A brittle glass that's broken presently; A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower, Lost, vaded, broken, dead within an And as goods lost are seld or never found, So beauty blemish'd once's forever lost, น. The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 13. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. V. As You Like It. Act I. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. w. Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 3. Sc. 1. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear d. Pericles. Act. I. Sc. 1. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white, Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on. f. Twelfth Night. Act 1. Sc. 5. I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within. The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world. Early to bed and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. 1. RICHARD SAUNDERS (Benj. Franklin) Poor Richard's Almanac. If I am right thy grace impart, If I am wrong, O teach my heart h. POPE-Universal Prayer. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God. i. POPE--Essay on Man. Line 330. And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all his learning, It will not be improved by burning. St. 9. Orthodoxy, my Lord," said Bishop Warburton, in a whisper,- "orthodoxy is my doxy, -heterodoxy is another man's doxy." k. JOSEPH PRIESTLY-Memoirs. No one is so much alone in the universe as a denier of God. With an orphaned heart, which has lost the greatest of fathers, he stands mourning by the immeasurable corpse of nature, no longer moved or sustained by the Spirit of the universe, but growing in its grave; and he mourns, until he himself crumbles away from the dead body. RICHTER-Flower, Fruit, and Thorn Pieces. First Flower Piece. Henry VIII. Act IV. Sc. 2. What ardently we wish, we soon believe. p. YOUNG-Night Thoughts. Night VII. Pt. II. Line 1311. BELLS. How sweet the tuneful bells' responsive peal! But just as he began to tell, St. 31. That all-softening, overpowering knell, |