XTRACTS from SHAKSPEARE.
All's Well that Ends Well
As You Like it
The Comedy of Errors
Love's Labour Loft
Measure for Measure
The Merchant of Venice
Merry Wives of Windfor
A Mifummer Night's Dream
Much Ado about Nothing
The Taming of the Shrew
Tweith Night, or What You Will
The Two Gentlemen of Verona
The Winter's Tale
Asthony and Cleopatra
Rural Sounds as well as Sights delightful
The Wearifomeness of what is commonly
a Life of Pleasure
Satirical Review of our Trips to France
The Pulpit the Engine of Reformation
The Petit-Maitre Clergyman
Armine and Elvira, a Legendary Tale
Hamlet's Salioquy imitated
To the Memory of George Lewis Langton, Elq.
who died on his Travels to Rome
The Brewer's Coachman
Ode on the Death of Matzel, a favourite Bullfinch.
Adarefied to Phiup Stanhope, Efq. (natural
San to the Earl of Chesterfield) to whom the
Author nad given the Reversion of it when he
To-morrow-On Lord Cobham's Gardens-To
a Child five Years Old
To Mifs Lucy Fortefue
To Mr. Wet, at Wickham, 1749
The Temple of the Mutes. To the Countefs Temple 759
To a Lady who fung in too low a Voice
To Ma Wones, on her Birth-Day, Aug. 16th,
1767. Written in France
To Mis Wilkes, on her Birth-Day, Aug. 16th,
1798. Written in Prifon
An Ode in Imitation of Alcaus Sir W. Jones 759
The Choice of a Wife by Cheese Capt. Thompson 760
To my Candle
Peter Pindar 761
Prefented together with a Knife by the Rev.
Samuel Bhop, Head Master of Merchant
Ten Scus, to his Wife on her Wedding
Day, which happened to be her Birth-Day
and New Year's Day
Dr theme, with a Ring
The Fanny Firefide
ib. 766 The Author
The Fable of Midas. 1711
A Dialogue between a Member of Parliament
and his Servant, in Imitation of Horace, Sat.
II. vii. First printed in 1752
The Intruder. In Imitation of Horace, Sat. I. ix.
First printed in 1754
Horace, Book I. Ep. VII. Addreffed to the Earl
of Oxford. 1713
Horace, Book II. Sat. VI.
A True and Faithful Inventory of the Goods be-
longing to Dr. Swift, Vicar of Laracor; upon
lending his Houfe to the Bishop of Meath, till
his Palace was rebuilt
An Elegy on the Death of Demar the Ufurer,
who died the 6th of July 1720
Epitaph on a Miler-To Mrs. Houghton of Bor-
mount, upon praifing her Hufband to Dr. Swift
-Dr. Delany's Villa-Mary the Cook-Maid's
Letter to Dr. Sheridan, 1723
Riddles, by Dr. Swift and his Friends, written
in or about the Year 1724-On Gold-On a
1. An Addrefs to the Deity. Thomson.
FATHER of light and life! Thou GOOD
O teach me what is good. Teach me THYSELF!
Save me from folly, vanity, and vice,
From every low purfuit! and feed my foul
With knowledge, conicious peace, and virtue
Sacred, iubitantial, never-fading blifs! [pure;
§ 2. Adam and Eve, in a Morning Hymn, call u all the Parts of the Creation to join with them extoling their common Maker. Milton. THESE are Thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this univerfal frame, Thus wondrous fair, thyfelf how wondrous then! Unspeakable, who fitt it above thefe Heavens To us invisible, or dimly feen
In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and pow'r divine. Speak ye who beft can tell, ye fons of light, Anges; for ye behold him, and with fongs And choral fymphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in Heaven, On Earth, join all ye creatures to extol Hat, him laft, him midit, and without end. Fairest of itars, lait in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'ft the fimiling morn Why bright circlet, praife him in thy fphere, Wille day antes, that fweet hour of prime. Thou S of this great world both eye and foul, Acknowedge him thy greater, found his praife In thy eternal courfe, both when thou climb'ft, And when high noon haft gain'd, and when thou fall A.
Moon, that now meet'ft the orient fun, now fly'ft With the fix'd ftars, fix'd in their orb that flies,
And ye five other wand'ring fires that move
In myftic dance, not without fong, refound
His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light.
Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth
Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run
Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix
And nourish all things; let your ceafelefs change
Ye Mifts and Exhalations that now rife
Vary to our great Maker ftill new praise.
From hill or streaming lake, dusky or grey,
Till the fun paint your fleecy fkirts with gold,
In honour to the world's great Author rife!
Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd iky,
Rifing or falling ftill advance his praife.
Or wet the thirty earth with falling fhowers,
Breathe foft or loud, and wave your tops, ye Pines,
His praife,ye Winds,that from four quarters blow,
With every plant in fign of worship wave.
Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow
Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praife.
Join voices, all ye living Souls; ye Birds,
That finging up to Heaven's gate afcend,
Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk
The earth, and ftately tread, or lowly creep;
Witnefs if I be filent, morn or even,
To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh thade
Made vocal by my fong, and taught his praife.
Hail univerfal Lord! be bounteous ftill
To give us only good; and if the night
Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd,
Difperfe it, as now light difpels the dark.
3. On the Deity.
Mrs. Barbauld. I READ God's awful name emblazon'd high, With golden letters on th' illumin'd sky; Nor lefs the mystic characters I fee, Wrought in each flower, infcrib'd on ev'ry tree;