| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Joseph Addison. (16721719) (continued) |
| | | 3240 | | And those that paint them truest praise them most. 1 |
| The Campaign. Last line. |
| 3241 | The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. |
| Ode. |
| 3242 | Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. |
| Ode. |
| 3243 | For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine. |
| Ode. |
| 3244 | Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world. |
| Horace. Ode iii. Book iii. |
| 3245 | In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee. 2 |
| Spectator. No. 68. |
| 3246 | | Much may be said on both sides. 3 |
| Spectator. No. 122. |
| 3247 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherds care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye. |
| Spectator. No. 444. |
| 3248 | | Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. |
| Prologue to The Drummer. |
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