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THE

MOTTOES

OF THE

SPECTATORS,

Tranflated into ENGLISH.

The Usefulness of this Undertaking is best expreft in the Spectator's own Words. Many of my Fair Readers, as well as every gay and well-received Perfons of the other Sex, are extreamly perplext at the Latin Sentences at the Head of my Speculations; I do not know whether I ought not to indulge them with Translations of each of them. Spectat. Num. 370.

VO L. IV.

DUBLIN: Printed for P. Crampton at Addison's-Head, over-against the Horfe-Guard. M DCC XXX VII.

The MOTTOES of the

SPECTATORS.

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And'ring and cafting my Eyes all a-
round.

I hate a Fop should scorn a faultlefs
Page.

Becaufe 'tis new, nor yet approv'd by Age.

254. The Love of Vertue is commendable, but Luft encreaseth Sorrow.

255.

Or art thou vain? Books yield a certain Spell, To ftop thy Tumour; you fhall begin to fwell, When you have read them thrice and study'd well 256. Fame is an Ill you may with ease obtain,

A fad Oppreffion to be born with Pain.

257. The Eye of Heaven never winks, but is for ever watchful and employ'd.

258. Divide and rule.

259. That which is becoming is honeft, and that which is honeft is becoming.

260. On us each circling Year doth make a Prey. 261. Marriage amongft Men is an Evil much defir'd. 262. 'Mongft what I write no Venom doth appear. 263. I rejoice that, that Man whom it is proper for me to love, is fuch, whatever he may have been, that I now love him by Inclination, and willingly.

264. A clofe Retirement and a Life by Stealth. 265. But fome object, you teach the Wolf to prey, And a fresh Stock of pois'nous Juice convey Into the Adder's Veins

No. 266.

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No.266. But I've done that which I think I deserve a Statue for; having fhewn this Spark a Way

to know all the Tricks and Cuftoms of thefe common Jilts, and by timely Notice to abhor them for ever after.

267. Let the Roman and Grecian Bards give Place. 268. He cannot bear the Rallery of the Age. 269. Plain Dealing is very scarce in this Age. 270. For what is laught at by the cens'ring Crowd,

Is thought on more than what is juft and good. 271. And drew a thousand Colours from the Light. 272. Great is the Injury, the Story long. 273. Observe their Manner well.

274. Now you who wish these base Adult'rer's ill, And Punishment as bad as is their Will,

Muft needs be pleas'd to hear my Muse.
275. Three Dofes of Hellebore he took,
Yet is not cur'd

276. Virtue gives Error no difhonest Name.
277. 'Tis permitted from our Foes to learn.
278.
I'd rather chufe

A vulgar Style, and write a lowly Strain. 279. He knows how to give each Perfon a becoming

Part.

280. To please the Great is not the meanest Praife. 281. Anxioufly the panting Entrails views.

282. Uncertain Hope of After-Fate.

283. Want prompts the Wit, and firft gave Birth to Arts. 284. And I prefer my Pleasure to my Pains.

285. Nor bring a God or Hero down,

Or make a Perfon grac'd with Robe and Crown,
Talk common Talk, and fink into a Clown:
Or while he doth affect a lofty Height,

Fly up in Bombaft, and foar out of Sight.

286. Vice often lies cloak'd under an honeft Name.

287. O Mother Earth what a bleft Poffeffion do Men reckon thee?

288. Both Sides feel uneafy Fears.

289. Life's Span forbids us to extend our Cares

And ftretch our Hopes

290. Must leave their Flights, and give their Bombast

o'er.

No. 291.

No.291.Where many Beauties fhine in what he writes, I'll not condemn, tho' fome few Thoughts appear, Which common Frailty leaves, or Want of Care. 292. A fecret Charm around her flows,

That does each Motion, every Air compofe. 293. Fortune ever fights on the Side of good Conduct. 294. It is a hard Matter to pay much Regard to that Virtue which is dependent intirely on good Fortune.

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295. But Womankind that never knows a Mean, Down to the Dregs their finking Fortune drain, They live beyond their Stint; as if their Store, The more exhausted would encrease the more. 296. To add Weight to Trifles.

297. As tho' you'd blame a perfect Beauty for a Molė. 298. Truth is now no more.

299. Some Country Girl, fcarce to a Curt'fey bred,
Would I much rather than Cornelia wed:
If fupercilious, haughty, proud and vain,
She brought her Father's Triumphs in her Train.
Away with all your Carthaginian State,

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300.

Let vanquish'd Hannibal without Doors wait,
Too burly and too big to pass my narrow Gate.
Another Vice

Juft oppofite, and almost worse than this.
311.The laughing Youths look on and smile,
To fee the Torch in Smoak expire,
That once fet every Breaft on Fire.

302.

-The lovely Grief to Pity won, And Virtue, grac'd with Beauty, brighter fhone. 303. In this Light dares the keenest Eye, And bids the Man of Skill feverely try.

304.

-Infpire

His Soul with Love, and fan the secret Fire. 305. What Arms are these, and to what use design'd ?>

Thefe Times want other Aids

306. What is her Beauty that she reckons on it fo much? 307. And what thy Strength will bear, and what refuse. Confider well

308. Soon Lalage fhall foon proclaim

Her Love, nor blush to own her Flame.

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