"The lover in the husband may be lost."

Advice to a Lady.

"How much the wife is dearer than the bride."

An Irregular Ode.

"None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair."

Epigram.

"Where none admire, 't is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle."

Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country.

"Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; The heart can ne'er a transport know That never feels a pain."

Song.

"Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours?"

The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix.

"The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was."

The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.

"But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound."

The Spider and the Bee. Fable x.

"Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth."

The Happy Marriage.

"I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice."

The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2.

"'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them."

The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Labour for his pains."

The Boy and the Rainbow.

"Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me."

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. ii. chap. xii.

"Great wits jump."

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. ix.

""Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, "but nothing to this.""

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. xi.

"Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!"

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. xii.

"The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever."

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vi. Chap. viii.

"I am sick as a horse."

Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vii. Chap. xi.

""They order," said I, "this matter better in France.""

Sentimental Journey. Page 1.

"I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!""

In the Street. Calais.

"God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb."

Maria.

""Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught.""

The Passport. The Hotel at Paris.

"The sad vicissitude of things."

Sermon xvi.

"Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything."

Sermon xxvii.

"Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn."

Written on a Window of an Inn.

"So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return."

A Pastoral. Part i.

"I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed."

A Pastoral. Part i.

"My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep."

A Pastoral. Part ii. Hope.

"For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true."

Jemmy Dawson.

"Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield."

The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6.

"A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo."

The Schoolmistress. Stanza 28.

"Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,-- That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days."

Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3.

"And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin."

An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope.

"Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come."

High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"From humble Port to imperial Tokay."

High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.

"What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish?"

On the death of a Favourite Cat.

"A fav'rite has no friend!"

On the death of a Favourite Cat.

"Ye distant spires, ye antique towers."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1.

"Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2.

"They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4.

"Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 5.

"Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.

"Ah, tell them they are men!"

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6.

"And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8.

"To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,-- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise."

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10.

"Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best!"

Hymn to Adversity.

"From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3.

"Glance their many-twinkling feet."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 11.

"O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love."

The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16.

"Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame."

The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10.