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which was driven about by the wind with so much fury, that the lance was shivered to pieces, and both knight and steed whirled aloft, and overthrown in very bad plight upon the plain.

Sancho Panza rode as fast as the ass could carry him to his assistance, and when he came up found him unable to stir, by reason of the bruises which he and Rozinante had received. "Lord have mercy upon us!" said the squire, "did not I tell your worship to consider well what you were about? Did not I assure you they were no other than windmills? Indeed, nobody could mistake them for anything else, but one who has windmills in his own head." "Prithee hold thy peace, friend Sancho," replied Don Quixote; "the affairs of war are more than anything subject to change. How much more so, as I believe, nay, am certain, that the sage Freston, who stole my closet and books, has converted those giants into mills, in order to rob me of the honour of their overthrow, such is the enmity he bears me; but in the end all his treacherous arts will but little avail against the vigour of my sword." "God's will be done!" replied Sancho Panza, who helped him to rise and mount Rozinante, that was almost disjointed. Don Quixote.




HAT are the inevitable consequences of being too fond of glory?--TAXES upon every article which enters into the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed under the foot-taxes upon everything which it is pleasant to see, hear, feel, smell, or taste-taxes on everything on earth, and the waters under the earth—on everything that comes from abroad, or is grown at home-taxes on the raw material-taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man-taxes on the sauce which pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to health-on the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal -on the poor man's salt and the rich man's spice-on the brass nails of the coffin, and the ribbons of the bride-at bed or board, couchant or levant, we must pay. The schoolboy whips his taxed top-the beardless youth manages his taxed horse, with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per cent., into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent.-flings himself back upon his chintz bed, which has paid twenty-two per cent.—and expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a licence of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then immediately taxed from two to ten per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel; his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble; and he is then gathered to his fathers -to be taxed no more. Sydney Smith.


THE proper study of mankind is man.

Order is heaven's first law.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Virtue alone is happiness below.

All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.
A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
Gentle dulness ever loves a joke.



Is S a pitched piece of reason calked and tackled, and only studied to dispute with tempests. He is part of his own provision, for he lives ever pickled. A forewind is the substance of his creed, and fresh water the burden of his prayers. He is naturally ambitious, for he is ever climbing; out of which as naturally he fears, for he is ever flying; time and he are everywhere, ever contending who shall arrive first; he is well winded, for he tires the day, and outruns darkness. His life is like a hawk's, the best part mewed; and if he live till three coats, is a master. He sees God's wonders in the deep, but so as rather they appear his playfellows than stirrers of his zeal; nothing but hunger and hard rocks can convert him, and then but his upper deck only, for his hold neither fears nor hopes. His sleeps are but reprievals of his dangers, and when he wakes it is but next stage to dying. His wisdom is the coldest part about him, for it ever points to the north; and it lies lowest, which makes his valour every tide overflow it. In a storm it is disputable whether the noise be more his or the elements, and which will first leave scolding; on which side of the ship he may be saved best, whether his faith be starboard faith or larboard; or the helm at that time not all his hope of heaven; his keel is the emblem of his conscience, till it be split he never repents, then no further than the land allows him, and his language is a new confusion, and all his thoughts new nations; his body and his ship are both one burden, nor is it known which stows most wine or rolls most, only the ship is guided, he has no stern; a barnacle and he are bred together, both of one nature, and it is feared one reason; upon any but a wooden horse he cannot ride, and if the wind blow against him he dare not; he swarves up to his seat as to a sailyard, and cannot sit unless he bear a flagstaff; if ever he be broken to the saddle it is but a voyage still, for he mistakes the bridle for a bowline, and is ever turning his horse's tail; he can pray, but it is by rote, not faith, and when he would he dares not, for his brackish belief hath made that ominous. A rock or a quicksand plucks him before he be ripe, else he is gathered to his friends at Wapping.

Sir Thomas Overbury.



WILL tell you, by the way of private, and under seal, I am a gentleman, and live here obscure, and to myself: but were I known to his majesty, and the lords, observe me, I would undertake, upon this poor head and life, for the public benefit of the state, not only to spare the entire lives of his subjects in general, but to save the one half, nay, three parts of his yearly charge in holding war, and against what enemy soever. And how would I do it, think you? Why, thus:-I would select nineteen more to myself; gentlemen they should be, of a good spirit, strong, and able constitution; I would choose them by an instinct, a character that I have; and I would teach these nineteen the special rules; as your Punto, your Reverso, your Stoccata, your Imbrocata, your Passada, your Montonto; till they could all play very nearly, or altogether, as well as myself. This done, say the enemy were forty thousand strong; we twenty would come into the field the tenth of March, or thereabouts; and we would challenge twenty of the enemy; they could not, in their honour, refuse us! Well, we would kill them;-challenge twenty more, kill them;-twenty more, kill them ;-twenty more, kill them too;-and thus would we kill every man his twenty a-day! That's twenty score;-twenty score, that's two hundred ;-two hundred a-day, five days a thousand-forty thousand; forty times five, five times forty, . . . two hundred days kills them all up, by computation! And this I will venture my poor gentlemanlike carcass to perform,-provided there be no treason practised upon us,-by fair and discreet manhood; that is, civilly by the sword. Ben Jonson.



WHEN a true genius appeareth in the world, you may know him by

this infallible sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him. It is in disputes as in armies, where the weaker side setteth up false lights, and maketh a great noise, that the enemy may believe them to be more numerous and strong than they really are.

I have known some men possessed of good qualities, which were very serviceable to others, but useless to themselves; like a sun-dial on the front of a house, to inform the neighbours and passengers, but not the owner within.

The power of fortune is confessed only by the miserable, for the happy impute all their success to prudence and merit.

Ambition often puts men upon doing the meanest offices; so, climbing is performed in the same posture with creeping.

Censure is the tax a man payeth to the public for being eminent.

No wise man ever wished to be younger.

An idle reason lessens the weight of the good ones you gave before. Complaint is the largest tribute heaven receives, and the sincerest part of our devotion.

To be vain is rather a mark of humility than pride. Vain men delight in telling what honours have been done them, what great company they have kept, and the like; by which they plainly confess that these honours were more than their due, and such as their friends would not believe if they had not been told: whereas a man truly proud thinks the greatest honours below his merit, and consequently scorns to boast. I therefore deliver it as a maxim, that whoever desires the character of a proud man, ought to conceal his vanity.

Whoever can make two ears of corn or two blades of grass grow where only one grew before, will deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together,

False happiness is like false money, it passes for a time as well as the true, and serves ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.

Dean Swift.

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