claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.--WALTER
SCOTT: _Life of Napoleon._
He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among
rakes.--MACAULAY: _Review of Aikin's Life of Addison._
Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of
letters among men of the world.--MACAULAY: _Review of Life and
Writings of Sir William Temple._
Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius
himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition
of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle
erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the
learned).
Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those
who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem
foolish).--QUINTILIAN, _x. 7. 22._
[333-1] See Dryden, page 273.
[333-2] Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.--EDMUND
SMITH: _Phædra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1._
[333-3] See Addison, page 300.
[334-1]
"Tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille,
Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais;
Messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix."
BOILEAU: _Epître ii._ (_à M. l' Abbé des Roches_).
[334-2] See Spenser, page 29.
[335-1] See Ben Jonson, page 180.
[335-2] See page 346.
[335-3] See Dryden, page 270.
[336-1] See Chaucer, page 4. Herbert, page 206.
[336-2]
His wit invites you by his looks to come,
But when you knock, it never is at home.
COWPER: _Conversation, line 303._
[336-3]
Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est
Vivere bis vita posse priore frui
(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past
life is to live twice).--MARTIAL: _x. 237._
See Cowley, page 262.
[336-4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally
printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736
Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the _Thought on
Various Subjects_), at the end of the second volume, was wholly
mine. January, 1734."
[337-1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey,
book viii. line 366.
[337-2]
A mass enormous! which in modern days
No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
_Book xx. line 337._
[338-1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and
some grow.--_Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18._
[338-2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the
translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.
[339-1] He serves his party best who serves the country
best.--RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: _Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877._
[340-1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.--DIOGENES
LAERTIUS: _On Aristotle._
Two souls with but a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
BELLINGHAUSEN: _Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii._
[340-2] Divinely fair.--TENNYSON: _A Dream of Fair Women, xxii._
[341-1] See page 337.
[341-2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.--SCOTT: _Lay of the Last
Minstrel._
Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.--BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto
iv. stanza 179._
[341-3] See Middleton, page 172.
[341-4] See Dryden, page 276.
[344-1] See page 337.
[344-2] Human face divine.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book iii. line
44._
[344-3] Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus
tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.--OVID: _Metamorphoses i._
[345-1] See Otway, page 280.
[345-2] See Shakespeare, page 79.
[346-1] See page 328.
[346-2] Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some
have entertained angels unawares.--_Hebrews xiii. 2._
[347-1] Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of
Pope, vol. x. page 184).
[347-2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his
fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of
Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly
struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily,
exclaimed,--
"This is the Jew
That Shakespeare drew!"
It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he
meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord
Lansdowne.--_Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469._
JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.
'T was when the sea was roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,
A damsel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8._
So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,--
The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348-1]
_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9._
'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._
Over the hills and far away.[348-2]
_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._
If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
How happy could I be with either,
Were t' other dear charmer away!
_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
The judges all ranged,--a terrible show!
_The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2._
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.
_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._
Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.
_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._
Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
His head was silver'd o'er with age,
And long experience made him sage.
_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348-3]
_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._
Where yet was ever found a mother
Who 'd give her booby for another?
_Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy._
No author ever spar'd a brother.
_Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller._
Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
Keep probability in view.
_Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody._
In ev'ry age and clime we see
Two of a trade can never agree.[349-1]
_Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats._
Is there no hope? the sick man said;
The silent doctor shook his head.
_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._
While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349-2]
_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._
Those who in quarrels interpose
Must often wipe a bloody nose.
_Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs._
That raven on yon left-hand oak
(Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
Bodes me no good.[349-3]
_Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven._
And when a lady 's in the case,
You know all other things give place.
_Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends._
Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
A mind serene for contemplation:
Title and profit I resign;
The post of honour shall be mine.[349-4]
_Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._
From wine what sudden friendship springs!
_Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur._
Life is a jest, and all things show it;
I thought so once, but now I know it.
_My own Epitaph._
FOOTNOTES:
[348-1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows,
or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de
Rabelais,"--that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is
uneasy or melancholy.--_Life of Rabelais_ (Bohn's edition), _p.
13._
[348-2] O'er the hills and far away.--D'URFEY: _Pills to purge
Melancholy_ (1628-1723).
[348-3] "Midnight oil,"--a common phrase, used by Quarles,
Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.
[349-1] Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman;
and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against
poet.--HESIOD: _Works and Days, 24._
Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the
potter).--BOHN: _Handbook of Proverbs._
MURPHY: _The Apprentice, act iii._
[349-2] Elpides en zôoisin, anelpistoi de thanontes (For the
living there is hope, but for the dead there is
none.)--THEOCRITUS: _Idyl iv. 42._
Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life,
there is hope).--CICERO: _Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10._
[349-3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now
croaking on my left hand.--PLAUTUS: _Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3._
[349-4] See Addison, page 298.
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,--
In part she is to blame that has been tried:
He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350-1]
_The Lady's Resolve._
And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350-2]
_The Lover._
Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.
_A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._
Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.
_To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii._
But the fruit that can fall without shaking
Indeed is too mellow for me.
_The Answer._
FOOTNOTES:
[350-1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu,
after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.
[350-2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?--BYRON:
_Note to a Second Letter on Bowles._
CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.
The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face
while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is
of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.
_Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350-3]
_The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2._
FOOTNOTES:
[350-3] See Bunyan, page 265.
JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.
God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,--
God bless us all!--that 's quite another thing.
_To an Officer of the Army, extempore._
Take time enough: all other graces
Will soon fill up their proper places.[351-1]
_Advice to Preach Slow._
Some say, compar'd to Bononcini,
That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny;
Others aver that he to Handel
Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
Strange all this difference should be
'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
_On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini._[351-2]
As clear as a whistle.
_Epistle to Lloyd. I._
The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351-3]
_Epistle to a Friend._
Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
Would starve us all, or near it;
But be it known to Skin and Bone
That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.
_Epigram on Two Monopolists._
Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow,
Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.
_Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of
Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton._
FOOTNOTES:
[351-1] See Walker, page 265.
[351-2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.--_Byrom's Remains_
(Chetham Soc.), _vol. i. p. 173._
The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see
Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).
[351-3] See Middleton, page 172.
LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.
None but himself can be his parallel.[352-1]
_The Double Falsehood._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-1]
Quæris Alcidæ parem?
Nemo est nisi ipse
(Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself).--SENECA:
_Hercules Furens, i. 1; 84._
And but herself admits no parallel.--MASSINGER: _Duke of Milan,
act iv. sc. 3._
JAMES BRAMSTON. ---- -1744.
What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand?
_Art of Politics._
But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense:
"I hear a lion in the lobby roar;
Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
And keep him there, or shall we let him in
To try if we can turn him out again?"[352-2]
_Art of Politics._
So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.
_Man of Taste._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the
frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust
expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as
if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him
in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him
out.--_On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681._
EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773.
Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.
_Letter, March 10, 1746._
I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352-3] who used to
say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of
themselves."
_Letter, Nov. 6, 1747._
Sacrifice to the Graces.[353-1]
_Letter, March 9, 1748._
Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the
world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a
closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.
_Letter, July 1, 1748._
Style is the dress of thoughts.
_Letter, Nov. 24, 1749._
Despatch is the soul of business.
_Letter, Feb. 5, 1750._
Chapter of accidents.[353-2]
_Letter, Feb. 16, 1753._
I assisted at the birth of that most significant word
"flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the
world.
_The World. No. 101._
Unlike my subject now shall be my song;
It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.
_Impromptu Lines._
The dews of the evening most carefully shun,--
Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.
_Advice to a Lady in Autumn._
The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into
insignificancy and an earldom.
_Character of Pulteney._
He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the
most splendid eloquence.[353-3]
_Character of Bolingbroke._
FOOTNOTES:
[352-3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of
King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.
[353-1] Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to
the Graces."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2._
Let us sacrifice to the Muses.--PLUTARCH: _The Banquet of the
Seven Wise Men._ (A saying of Solon.)
[353-2] Chapter of accidents.--BURKE: _Notes for Speeches_
(edition 1852), _vol. ii. p. 426._
John Wilkes said that "the Chapter of Accidents is the longest
chapter in the book."--SOUTHEY: _The Doctor, chap. cxviii._
[353-3]
Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
And touched nothing that he did not adorn.
JOHNSON: _Epitaph on Goldsmith._
Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he
touched).--FÉNELON: _Lettre sur les Occupations de l' Académie
Française, sect. iv._
MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.
Fling but a stone, the giant dies.
_The Spleen. Line 93._
Thus I steer my bark, and sail
On even keel, with gentle gale.
_The Spleen._
Though pleased to see the dolphins play,
I mind my compass and my way.
_The Spleen._
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.
He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.
_The Bastard. Line 7._
May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[354-1]
_Character of Foster._
FOOTNOTES:
[354-1] See Pope, page 331.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.
The Grave, dread thing!
Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
Shakes off her wonted firmness.
_The Grave. Part i. Line 9._
The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[354-2]
_The Grave. Part i. Line 58._
Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweetener of life! and solder of society!
_The Grave. Part i. Line 88._
Of joys departed,
Not to return, how painful the remembrance!
_The Grave. Part i. Line 109._
The cup goes round:
And who so artful as to put it by!
'T is long since Death had the majority.
_The Grave. Part ii. Line 449._
The good he scorn'd
Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
Not to return; or if it did, in visits
Like those of angels, short and far between.[355-1]
_The Grave. Part ii. Line 586._
FOOTNOTES:
[354-2] See Dryden, page 277.
[355-1] See Norris, page 281.
JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.
Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1._
Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 283._
But who can paint
Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 465._
Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
Her snaky crest.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 996._
Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
To teach the young idea how to shoot.
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149._
An elegant sufficiency, content,
Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!
_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158._
The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 47._
Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 67._
But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
Rejoicing in the east.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 81._
Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 946._
And Mecca saddens at the long delay.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 979._
For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003._
Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188._
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285._
So stands the statue that enchants the world,
So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346._
Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.
_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516._
Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2._
Loveliness
Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[356-1]
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204._
He saw her charming, but he saw not half
The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229._
For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.
_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233._
See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.[356-2]
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 1._
Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 393._
There studious let me sit,
And hold high converse with the mighty dead.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 431._
The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.
_The Seasons. Winter. Line 625._
These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.
_Hymn. Line 1._
Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.
_Hymn. Line 25._
From seeming evil still educing good.
_Hymn. Line 114._
Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.
_Hymn. Line 118._
A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
Forever flushing round a summer sky:
There eke the soft delights that witchingly
Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6._
O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
And heightens ease with grace.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 26._
Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._
Scoundrel maxim.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._
A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68._
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 69._
I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
You cannot shut the windows of the sky
Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
And I their toys to the great children leave:
Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3._
Health is the vital principle of bliss,
And exercise, of health.
_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 55._
Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
_Song._
Whoe'er amidst the sons
Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble
Of Nature's own creating.
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![358-1]
_Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2._
When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.
_Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5._
FOOTNOTES:
[356-1] See Milton, page 234.
Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornatæ, quas id ipsum
diceat, sic hæc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as
lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle
oration, though without embellishment, gives delight).--CICERO:
_Orator, 23, 78._
[356-2] O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.--COWPER: _The Task,
book iv. Winter Evening, line 34._
[358-1] The line was altered after the second edition to "O
Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."
JOHN DYER. 1700-1758.
A little rule, a little sway,
A sunbeam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave.
_Grongar Hill. Line 88._
Ever charming, ever new,
When will the landscape tire the view?
_Grongar Hill. Line 102._
Disparting towers
Trembling all precipitate down dash'd,
Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.
_The Ruins of Rome. Line 40._
PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be:
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.
_Epigram on his Family Arms._[359-1]
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on;
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
_Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race._
FOOTNOTES:
[359-1] Dum vivimus vivamus (Let us live while we live).--ORTON:
_Life of Doddridge._
JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791.
That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called a Slave
Trade.
_Journal. Feb. 12, 1772._
Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next
to godliness."[359-2]
_Sermon xciii. On Dress._
I am always in haste, but never in a hurry.[359-3]
FOOTNOTES:
[359-2] See Bacon, page 170.
[359-3] Given as a saying of Wesley, in the "Saturday Review,"
Nov. 28, 1874.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.[359-4] 1706-1790.
They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little
temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.[359-5]
_Historical Review of Pennsylvania._
God helps them that help themselves.[360-1]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the
stuff life is made of.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Early to bed and early to rise,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.[360-2]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Plough deep while sluggards sleep.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Three removes are as bad as a fire.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Little strokes fell great oaks.[360-3]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe
was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of
a horse the rider was lost.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.[360-4]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose
to the grindstone.[360-5]
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._
Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.
_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._