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THE MOTTO ES
Translated into ENGLISH.
The Usefulness of this Undertaking is best ex.prest in the Spectator's own Words. Many of my Fair Readers, as well as every gay and well-received Persons of the other Sex, are extreamly perplext at the Latin Sentences at the Head of my Speculations; I do not know whether I ought not to indulge them with Translations of each of thein.
Speétat. Num. 370.
V O L. IV.
The MOTTOES of the SPECTATORS.
V O L. IV.
No.252. IT And’ring and casting my Eyes all a
round. I hate a Fop should scorn a faultless
Page. Because 'tis new, nor yet approv'd by Age. 254. The Love of Vertue is commendable, but Luft .
encreaseth Sorrow. 255. Or art thou vain ? Books yield a certain Spell,
To stop thy Tumour; you shall begin to swell, . When you have read them thrice and study'd well 256. Fame is an Ill you may with ease obtain,
A sad Oppression to be born with Pain. 257. The Eye of Heaven n'ever winks, but is for ever
watchful and employ'd. 258. Divide and rule. 259. That which is becoming is honest, and that which
is honest is becoming. 260. On us each circling Year doth make a Prey. 261. Marriage amongst Men is an Evil much desir'd. 262. 'Mongst what I write no Venom doth appear. 263. I rejoice that, that Man whom it is proper for
me to love, is such, whatever he may have been, that I now love him by Inclination,
and willingly. 264. A close Retirement and a Life' by Stealth. 265. But some object, you teach the Wolf to prey,
And a fresh Stock of pois'nous Juice convey
No.266. But I've done that which I think I deserve a
Statue for; having shewn this Spark a Way to know all the Tricks and Customs of these common Jilts, and by timely Notice to ab.
hor them for ever after. 267. Let the Roman and Grecian Bards give Place. 268. He cannot bear the Rallery of the Age. 269. Plain Dealing is very scarce in this Age. 276. For what is laught at by the cens'ring Crowd,
Is thought on more than what is just and good. 271. And drew a thousand Colours from the Light. 272. Great is the Injury, the Story long. 273. Observe their Manner well. 274. Now you who wish these base Adult'rer's ill,
And Punishment as bad as is their Will, · Muft needs be pleas'd to hear my Muse275. Three Doses of Hellebore he took,
Yet is not cur'd 276. Virtue gives Error no difhonest Name. 277. 'Tis permitted from our Foes to learn. 278.
I'd rather chuse A vulgar Style, and write a lowly Strain. 279. He knows how to give each Perfon a becoming
Part. 280. To please the Great is not the meanest Praife. 281. Anxioufly the panting Entrails views. 282. Uncertain Hope of After-Fate. 283. Want prompts the Wit, and first gave Birth to Arts. 284. And I prefer my Pleasure to my Pains. 285. Nor bring a God or Hero down, .
Or make a Person grac'd with Robe and Crown,
Fly up in Bombast, and foar out of Sight. 286. Vice often lies cloak'd under an honest Name. 287. O Mother Earth what a blest Poffefsion do Men
reckon thee? 288. Both Sides feel uneafy Fears. 289. Life's Span forbids us to extend our Cares
And stretch our Hopes 290. Must leave their Flights, and give their Bombast
No.291. Where many Beauties shine in what he writes,
I'll not condemn, tho' some few Thoughts appear,
Which common Frailty leaves, or Want of Care. 292. - A secret Charm around her flows, ..
That does each Motion, every Air compose. 293. Fortune ever fights on the Side of good Conduct. 294. It is a hard Matter to pay much Regard to that - Virtue which is dependent intirely on good
Down to the Dregs their sinking Fortune drain,
The more exhausted would encrease the more. 296. To add Weight to Trifles. 297. As tho’you'd blame a perfect Beauty for a Mole. 298. Truth is now no more. 299. Some Country Girl, scarce to a Curt'ley bred,
Would I much rather than Cornelia wed:
Too burly and too big to pass my narrow Gate.) 300.
Another Vice Just opposite, and almoft worse than this. 311. The laughing Youths look on and smile,
To see the Torch in Smoak expire,
That once set every Breast on Fire. 302. - - -The lovely Grief to Pity won,
And Virtue, grac'd with Beauty, brighter shone: 303. - In this Light dares the keenest Eye, And bids the Man of Skill severely try..
Inspire His Soul with Love, and fan the fecret Fire. 305. 'What Arms are these, and to what use design'd???
These Times want other Aids 306. What is her Beauty that she reckons on it so much?: 307. And what thy Strength will bear, and what refuse..
Consider well 308. Soon Lalage shall soon proclaim
Her Love, nor blush to own her Flame. VOL. IV.