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Let all my soldiers quaff That gen'rous juice, by juggling priests deny'd, Lest it should help to whet our understandings, And ripen reason, to see through their crafts.

Jas. Darcy, Love and Ambition.

I would not always dread the bowl,
Nor every trespass shun: the feverish strife,
Rous'd by the rare debauch, subdues, expels
The loitering crudities that burden life;
And, like a torrent full and rapid, clears

The obstructed tubes. Armstrong, Art of P.H. 11. 460.

Oh! seldom may the fated hours return
Of drinking deep! I would not daily taste,
Except when life declines, even sober cups;
Weak withering age no rigid law forbids,
With frugal nectar, smooth and slow with calm,
The sapless habit daily to bedew,

And give the hesitating wheels of life
Gliblier to play.

Armstrong, Art of P. H. 11. 490. Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please the more because they preach in vainLet us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after. Byron, D. J. 11. 178. Wine cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes weariness forget his toil, And fear her danger: opens a new world

When this, the present, falls. Byron, Sardanapalus, 1. 2.

Wine is like anger, for it makes us strong;

Blind and impatient, and it leads us wrong;

The strength is quickly lost, we feel the error long. Crabbe. WINNING.

This swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.


When icicles hang by the wall,

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
Tu-whit, to-who, a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

Sh. Temp. 1. 2.

Sh. Love's L. L. VIII. 2, Song.



See, winter come to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapours, and clouds, and storms.

Thomson, Winter, 1.

Now, when the cheerless empire of the sky
To Capricorn the Centaur Archer yields,
And fierce Aquarius stains th' inverted year;
Hung o'er the farthest verge of heaven, the sun
Scarce spreads through ether the dejected day;
Faint are his gleams and ineffectual shoot
His struggling rays, in horizontal lines,
Through the thick air.


Thomson, Winter, 41.

All nature feels the renovating force
Of winter, only to the thoughtless eye
In ruin seen. The frost-contracted glebe
Draws in abundant vegetable soul,
And gathers vigour for the coming year.
A stronger glow sits on the lively cheek
Of ruddy fire; and luculent along

The purer rivers flow: their sullen deeps,
Transparent, open to the shepherd's gaze

And murmur hoarser at the fixing frost. Thomson, Winter, 704,
Miserable they!

Who, here entangled in the gathering ice,
Take their last look of the descending sun,
While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold frost,
The long, long night, incumbent o'er their heads,
Falls horrible.
Thomson, Winter, 920.

Dread Winter spreads his latest glooms,
And reigns tremendous o'er the conquer'd year.
How dread the vegetable kingdom lies:
How dumb the tuneful: Horror wide extends
His desolate domain.
To-day is snow array'd, stern winter rules
The ravag'd plain; anon the teeming earth
Unlocks her stores, and Spring adorns the year;
And shall not we, while fate like Winter frowns,
Expect revolving bliss ?

Thomson, Winter, 1024.

T. Smollett.

No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array,
But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Goldsmith, Tr. 171.

I crown thee king of intimate delights,
Fire-side enjoyments, home-born happiness,
And all the comforts that the lowly roof

Of undisturb'd retirement, and the hours

Of long, uninterrupted evening, know. Cowper, Task, Iv. 139.

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Oh Winter! ruler of the inverted year, Thy scatter'd hair with sleet-like ashes fill'd, Thy breath congeal'd upon thy lips, thy cheeks Fring'd with a beard made white with other snows Than those of age; thy forehead wrapt in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way; I love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art. When winter stern his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, And wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies. Geo, Crabbe, Inebriety.

Cowper, Task, IV. 120.

Let winter come! let polar spirits sweep
The darkening world and tempest-troubled deep!
Through boundless snows the wither'd heath deform,
And the dim sun scarce wanders thro' the storm;
Yet shall the smile of social love repay

With mental light the melancholy day! Campbell, Pl. of H.
The bleak wind whistles-snow-showers, far and near,
Drift without echo to the whitening ground;

Autumn hath past away, and cold and drear,
Winter stalks in, with frozen mantle bound. Hon. Mrs. Norton.

The dead leaves strew the forest-walk,
And wither'd are the pale wild flowers;
The frost hangs blackening on the stalk,
The dewdrops fall in frozen showers;
Gone are the spring's green sprouting bowers,
Gone, summer's rich and mantling vines;
And autumn, with her yellow hours,
On hill and plain no longer shines.

WISDOM-see Newton.

Wisdom and fortune combating together,
If that the former dare but what it can,
No chance may shake it.


Sh. Ant. Cleop. 1. 11.



Wealth, without wisdom, may live more content
Than wit's enjoyers can, debarr'd of wealth;
All pray for riches, but I ne'er heard yet
Of any since Solomon that pray'd for wit.


John Taylor, The Hog hath lost his Pearl.

All foreign wisdom doth amount to this,
To take all that is given, whether wealth,
Or love, or language; nothing comes amiss:

A good digestion turneth all to health. G. Herbert, the Temple.

The wise do always govern their own fates,
And fortune with officious zeal attends
To crown their enterprises with success.
What is it to be wise?
'Tis but to know how little can be known;

To see all others' faults, and feel our own. Pope, E. M. Iv. 260.

Abdicated Prince.

Wisdom, slow product of laborious years,
The only fruit that life's cold winter bears;
Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth we lay,
By the fierce storm of passion torn away;
Should some remain in a rich gen'rous soil,
They long lie hid, and must be rais'd with toil;
Faintly they struggle with inclement skies,

No sooner born than the poor planter dies. Lady M. W. Montagu.

Wisdom, though richer than Peruvian mines,

And sweeter than the sweet ambrosial hive,—
What is she, but the means of happiness?

That unobtain'd, than folly more a fool. Young, N. T. 11. 498.

The clouds may drop down titles and estates;
Wealth may seek us but wisdom must be sought;
Sought before all (but how unlike all else
We seek on earth!) 'tis never sought in vain.
Wisdom, awful wisdom, which inspects,
Discerns, compares, weighs, separates, infers,
Seizes the right, and holds it to the last :
How rare! In senates, synods, sought in vain ;
Or, if there found, 'tis sacred to the few.
Teach me my days to number, and apply
My trembling heart to wisdom.

Ib. VIII. 620.

Ib. VIII. 1247.

Ib. IX. 1314.

Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Young, L. of F. 11. 282. Wisdom and Goodness are twin born, one heart Must hold both sisters, never seen apart. Cowper, Exp 634.

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When did wisdom covet length of days?
Or seek its bliss in pleasure, wealth, or praise?
No-wisdom views with an indifferent eye
All finite things, as blessings born to die.
The bearing and the training of a child
Is woman's wisdom.

Hannah More.

Tennyson, Princess.


Take this in good part, whoever thou be,
And wish me no worse than I wish unto thee. Tusser, 500points.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Sh. H. IV. 2, IV.4.
Fate wings, with every wish, the afflictive dart,
Each gift of nature, and each grace of art.
Johnson, Vanity of Human Wishes, 15.
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst,
Philosophy's reverse; and health's decay! Young, N. T. IV.71.
Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines. Young, N. T. v. 661.
But what are wishes? Wishes will not do:
One cannot eat one's cake and have it too.

Bickerstaff, Thomas and Sally, a burletta. In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will,-and wisdom finds a way. G. Crabbe, The Birth of Flattery.


-see Brevity, Jests, Vacuity.
You can't expect that they should be great wits,
Who have small purses; they usually

Sympathize together; wit is expensive,
It must be dieted with delicacies,

It must be suckled with the richest wines,
Or else it will grow flat and dull.
Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
By and by it will strike.

Leave this keen encounter of our wits,
And fall somewhat into a slower method.
A hit, a very palpable hit.

Wit's an unruly engine, wildly striking
Sometimes a friend, sometimes an engineer;
Hast thou the knack ? pamper it not with liking:

A. Neville.

Sh. Temp. 11. 1.

Sh. Ric. 111. 1. 2.
Sh. Ham. v. 2.

But if thou want it, buy it not too dear.

Many affecting wit beyond their power,

Have got to be a dear fool for an hour. G. Herbert,the Temple.

All things are big with jest, nothing that's plain
But may be witty, if thou hast the vein.

Ib. the Temple.

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