But good smock faces, or some qualities
By nature, without judgment; with the which
They live in sensual acceptation,

And make shew only without touch of substance.

Chapman's All Fools.

Fortune came smiling to my youth, and woo'd it,
And purpl❜d greatness met my ripen'd years.

Dryden's All for Love.

Be juster, Heav'ns! Such virtue punish'd thus,
Will make us think chance rules all above,

And shuffles with a random hand the lots
Which man is forc'd to draw.

What trivial influences hold dominion

O'er wise men's counsels, and the fate of empire!
The greatest schemes that human wit can forge,
Or bold ambition dares to put in practice,
Depend upon our husbanding a moment,
And the light lasting of a woman's will.
As if the Lord of Nature should delight
To hang this pond'rous Globe upon a hair,
And bid it dance before a breath of wind.

Ibid.

Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 1, s. 1.

Look into those they call unfortunate,
And closer view'd, you'll find they are unwise:
Some flaw in their own conduct lies beneath,
And 'tis the trick of fools to save their credit,
Which brought another language into use.

Young's Revenge, a. 1.

Oft, what seems

A trifle, a mere nothing, by itself,

In some nice situations, turns the scale

Of Fate, and rules the most important actions.

Thomson's Tancred and Sigismunda, a. 4, s. 1.

110 FORTUNE-FORTUNE-TELLING-FREE-WILL.

All human projects are so faintly fram'd,
So feebly plann'd, so liable to change,
So mix'd with error in their very form,
That mutable and mortal are the same.

Hannah More's Daniel, pt. 5.

Fortune is female: from my youth her favours
Were not withheld, the fault was mine to hope
Her former smiles again at this late hour.

Byron's Doge of Venice, a. 5, s. 1.

FORTUNE-TELLING.

Curse on your shallow arts, your lying science!
'Tis thus you practice on the credulous world,
Who think you wise because themselves are weak!
Hannah More's Belshazzar, pt. 2.

FREE-WILL.

Ingrate, he had of me

All he could have; I made him just and right,

Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

Such I created all th' ethereal Powers

And spirits, both them who stood and them who fail'd ; Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 3.

They therefore as to right belong'd,

So were created, nor can justly accuse

Their Maker, or their making, or their fate,

As if predestination over-rul'd

Their will, dispos'd by absolute decree

Or high fore-knowledge; they themselves decreed
Their own revolt, not I; if I foreknew,

Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault,

Which had no less prov'd certain unforeknown. Ibid.

Freely we serve,
Because we freely love, as in our will
To love or not; in this we stand or fall:
And some are fall'n, to disobedience fall'n,
And so from Heav'n to deepest Hell; O fall,
From what high state of bliss into what woe!

Milton's Paradise Lost, b. 5.

God made thee perfect, not immutable;
And good he made thee, but to persevere
He left it in thy pow'r; ordain'd thy will
By nature free, not over-rul'd by fate
Inextricable, or strict necessity.
Our voluntary service he requires,
Not our necessitated; such with him
Finds no acceptance, nor can find; for how
Can hearts, not free, be try'd whether they serve
Willing or no, who will but what they must
By destiny, and can no other choose?

FRIENDSHIP.
True happiness

Consists not in a multitude of friends,

But in their worth and choice.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ben Jonson's Cynthia's Revels.

In their nonage, a sympathy

Unusual join'd their loves:

They pair'd like turtles; still together drank,
Together eat, nor quarrell'd for the choice.

Like twining streams both from one fountain fell,
And as they ran still mingled smiles and tears.
Lee's Casar Borgia.

Friendship's the privilege

Of private men; for wretched greatness knows

No blessing so substantial. Tate's Loyal General.
Thou art the man in whom my soul delights,
In whom, next Heaven, I trust.

Rowe's Lady Jane Grey, a. 1, s. I.

Such is the use and noble end of friendship,
To bear a part in every storm of fate,
And, by dividing, make the lighter weight.

Higgon's Generous Conqueror.

Friendship is still accompany'd with virtue,
And always lodg'd in great and gen'rous minds.

Trap's Abramule.

The friendships of the world are oft Confed'racies in vice, or leagues of pleasure

Addison's Cato.

You'll find the friendship of the world a show!
Mere outward show! 'Tis like the harlot's tears,
The statesman's promise, or false patriot's zeal,
Full of fair seeming, but delusion all.

Savage's Sir Thomas Overbury.

I have too deeply read mankind

To be amus'd with friendship; 'tis a name
Invented merely to betray credulity:
'Tis intercourse of interest-not of souls:

Havard's Regulus.

Friendship is no plant of hasty growth.
Tho' planted in esteem's deep fixed soil,
The gradual culture of kind intercourse
Must bring it to perfection.

Joanna Baillie's De Montford, a. 3, s. 1.

I take of worthy men whate'er they give:
Their heart I gladly take, if not, their hand;
If that too is withheld, a courteous word,
Or the civility of placid looks.

He who will not give

Some portion of his ease, his blood, his wealth,
For other's good, is a poor frozen churl.

Ibid.

Joanna Baillie's Ethwald, a. 1, s. 2.

Unequal fortune

Made him my debtor for some courtesiies,

Which bind the good more firmly.

Byron's Doge of Venice, a. 2, s. 1.

Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society!
I owe thee much. Thou hast deserv'd of me,
Far, far beyond what I can ever pay.
Oft have I prov'd the labours of thy love,
And the warm efforts of the gentle heart
Anxious to please.

FUTURITY.

Blair's Grave.

Sure there is none but fears a future state;
And when the most obdurate swear they do not,
Their trembling hearts belie their boasting tongues.

Dryden's Spanish Friar.

Divines but peep on undiscover'd worlds,

And draw the distant landscape as they please;
But who has e'er return'd from those bright regions,
To tell their manners, and relate their laws?

Dryden's Don Sebastian.

Eternity, thou pleasing dreadful thought!
Thro' what variety of untry'd beings,

'Thro' what new scenes and changes must we pass ? The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it.

Addison's Cato.

Eternity, thou awful gulph of time,
This wide creation on thy surface floats.
Of life of death-what is, or what shall be,
I nothing know. The world is all a dream,
The consciousness of something that exists,
Yet is not what it seems. Then what am I?
Death must unfold the mystery! Dowe's Sethona.