One flaunts in rags, one flutters in brocade; The cobbler apron'd and the parson gown'd, The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. t. POPE-Essay on Man. Ep. IV.

Line 195.

Who thinks that Fortune cannot change her mind,

Prepares a dreadful jest for all mankind,
And who stands safest? tell me, is it he
That spreads and swells in puff'd prosperity,
Or blest with little, whose preventing care
In peace provides fit arms against a War.
U. POPE-Second Book of Horace.

Satire II. Line 123. Every one is the architect of his own fortune. PSEUDO-SALLUST-Ep. de Rep. Ordin.

V.

II. 1.

A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. 20. King Lear. Act II. Sc. 2.

All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd: Fortune brings in some boats, that are not steer'd.

x. Cymbeline. Act IV. Sc. 3.

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms.
y. As You Like It. Act II. Sc. 7.
Fortune is merry,
And in this mood will give us any thing.
Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 2.
Fortune knows,
We scorn her most, when most she offers
blows.
Antony and Cleopatra. Act III.

u a.

Sc. 9.

I have loved my friends, as I do virtue, My soul, my God.

e.

Sir THOMAS BROWNE- Religio Medici. Pt. II. Sec. 5. With my friend I desire not to share or participate, but to engross his sorrows; that, by making them mine own, I may more easily discuss them: for in mine own reason, and within myself, I can command that which I cannot entreat without myself, and within the circle of another.

f. Sir THOMAS BROWNE--Religio Medici. Pt. V. Sec. 5.

One faithful Friend is enough for a man's self; 'tis much to meet with such an one, yet we can't have too many for the sake of others. 9. DE LA BRUYERE -- The Characters or Manners of the Present Age. Ch. XV. For to cast away a virtuous friend, I call as bad as to cast away one's own life, which one loves best.

Whoever knows how to return a kindness he has received, must be a friend above all price. i.

BUCKLEY'S Sophocles. Philoctetes.

Ah! were I sever'd from thy side, Where were thy friend, and who my guide? Years have not seen --Time shall not see The hour that tears my soul from thee. j. BYRON--The Bride of Abydos. Canto I. St. 11. 'Twas sung, how they were lovely in their lives,

And in their death had not divided been. k. CAMPBELL-Gertrude of Wyoming.

Pt. III. St. 33.

Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe; Bold I can meet--perhaps may turn his blow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,

Save, save, oh! save me from the candid friend. 1. GEORGE CANNING-- New Morality.

The man who hails you Tom or Jack,
And proves by thumping on your back
His sense of your great merit,
Is such a friend, that one had need
Be very much his friend indeed
To pardon or to bear it.

t.

COWPER--On Friendship.