The Marquis and Marchioness of G—by. If lufty love fhould go in queft of beauty, Where fhould he find it fairer than in Blanch?

If zealous love should go in search of virtue,
Where should he find it purer than in Blanch?
If love ambitious fought a match of birth,
Whofe veins bound richer blood than Lady Blanch?
Such as fhe is, in beauty, virtue, birth,
Is the young marquis every way complete:
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finish'd by fuch a be:

And the a fair divided excellence,
Whofe fulness of perfection lies in him.

Oh! two fuch filver currents, when they join,
Do glorify the banks that bound them in.

King John, A& II.

Youth, thou bear'ft thy father's face;

Frank nature rather curious than in hafte,

Hath well compos'd thee, thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too!

He did look far

Into the fervice of the time, and was

Disciplin'd of the brav'ft.

-In his youth

He had the wit which I can well observe
In our young lords; but they may jeft.
'Till their own fcorn return to them unnoted.
Ere they can hide their levity in honour,
So like a courtier, no contempt or bitterness

Were

Were in him; pride or sharpness, if there were,
His equal had awak'd them,* and his honour,
(Clock to itself, knew the true minute when
Exceptions bid him speak) and at that time to
His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him,
He us❜d as creatures of another place,

And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks,
Making them proud of his humility,

In their poor praise he humbled. Such a man
Might be a copy to these younger times,

Which, follow'd well, would now demonstrate them

You must be blaming Martius, who in a cheap eftimation is worth all your predeceffors fince Deucalion, though peradventure fome of the best of them were hereditary hangmen.

Lord G

Coriolanus, A&t II.

G

Thus confcience does make cowards of us all!

Hamlet, A& III.

All caufes fhall give way: I am in blood Stept in fo far, that, fhould I wade no more,

*The late Lord Granby feeling the sharpness of the pen of Junius, with an honesty of heart, read in the House of Commons his recantation, for concurring with the miniftry, and particularly voting with them in the famous debate on the Middlesex election.

Return

Returning were as tedious as going o'er.
Strange things I have in hand-

Macbeth, Act III.

Not he alone shall fuffer what vengeance can make bitter; but thofe that are Germain to him, though remov'd fifty times, shall all come under the hangman; which, though it be great pity, yet it is necessary.

Lord G

Winter's Tale, A&IV.

If you buy lady's flesh at a million a dram,
You can't preserve it from tainting.

Cymb. A& II.

Hang him, poor cuckoldly knave, I know him not; yet I wrong him to call him poor; they fay the jealous wittolly knave hath maffes of money, for the which his wife feems to be well favour'd. Merry Wives, A& I.

Lady G

-Down with the nose,

Down with it flat; bring down the rofe-cheek'd youth

To the tub faft, and the diet; plague all

That your activity may defeat, and quell
The fource of all erection.

Timan of Athens, A&IV.

Lord

Lord W G

A

Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye,
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow,
And quarter'd in her heart, he doth efpy skamoo A
Himself Love's traitor! this is pity, now v sed W
That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, thouT
fhouldft be

In fuch a love, fo vile a lout as he!

King John, A&t H.

A ferving man, proud in heart, and mind; that curl'd my hair, wore gloves in my cap, t that ferv'd the luft of my miftrefs's heart, and did the act of darknefs with her; fwore as many oaths as I spoke words, and broke them in the fweet face of heav'n! Lear, A& HI.

CGn, Efq;

-Pray you perufe that letter;

You must not now deny it is your own hand
Write from it, if you can, in hand or phrase;
Or fay, 'tis not your feal, nor your invention:
You can fay none of this.

Twelfth Night, A& V.
advice

Mr. G-k.

I faw him once:

He was a man, take him for all in all,
I shall not look upon his like again!

Hamlet, A& I.

Mr.

Mr. G-k.

An eye like Mars, to threaten or command:
A combination, and a form indeed,

Where every

God did feem to fet his feal,

To give the world assurance of a man.

Admiral G

Hamlet, A& III.

-Friendship is conftant in all other things, Save in the office, and affairs of love!

-Truft no agent: beauty is a witch Against whofe charms faith melteth into blood.

Why then build me thy fortunes on the bafis of valor! Challenge me the duke's youth to fight with him: My niece shall take note of it; and affure thyfelf, there is no love-broker in the world, can more prevail in man's commendation with women, than report of valor.

Twelfth Night, A& IV.

Lord H-td.

He seems to be of great authority close with him; give him gold; and tho' authority be a ftubborn bear, yet he is oft led by the nose with