"O Freedom! sovereign boon of Heav'n,
Great charter, with our being given;
For which the patriot and the sage
Have plann'd, have bled thro' ev'ry age!"—Mallet.
LESSON VI.—VERSE.
"Am I to set my life upon a throw,
Because a bear is rude and surly? No."—Cowper.
"Poor, guiltless I! and can I choose but smile,
When every coxcomb knows me by my style?"—Pope.
"Remote from man, with God he pass'd his days,
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise."—Parnell.
"These are thy blessings, Industry! rough power;
Whom labour still attends, and sweat, and pain."—Thomson.
"What ho! thou genius of the clime, what ho!
Liest thou asleep beneath these hills of snow?"—Dryden.
"What! canst thou not forbear me half an hour?
Then get thee gone, and dig my grave thyself."—Shak.
"Then palaces and lofty domes arose;
These for devotion, and for pleasure those."—Blackmore.
"'Tis very dangerous, tampering with a muse;
The profit's small, and you have much to lose."—Roscommon.