|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Joseph Addison. (16721719) (continued)|
| And those that paint them truest praise them most. 1|
| The Campaign. Last line.|
| The spacious firmament on high,|
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
| Soon as the evening shades prevail,|
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
| For ever singing as they shine,|
The hand that made us is divine.
| Should the whole frame of Nature round him break,|
In ruin and confusion hurled,
He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,
And stand secure amidst a falling world.
| Horace. Ode iii. Book iii.|
| In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,|
Thou rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
There is no living with thee, nor without thee. 2
| Spectator. No. 68.|
| Much may be said on both sides. 3|
| Spectator. No. 122.|
| The Lord my pasture shall prepare,|
And feed me with a shepherds care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye.
| Spectator. No. 444.|
| Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.|
| Prologue to The Drummer.|