There are many asses, without long ears.

You are in debt, and you run in debt farther; if you are not a liar yet, you will soon be one.

The best throw with dice is to throw them away.

Paint and patches offend the husband, but invite the gallant. He who would stop every man's mouth must have a huge mass of meal.

When the ship is sunk, every sailor knows how she might have been saved.

A woman and a glass are never out of danger.

He who would have trouble in this world, let him get either a ship, or a wife.

He who will take no pains, will never build a house three stories high.

Only three things are done well in a hurry; flying from the plague, escaping quarrels, and catching fleas.

Every one has his cricket in his head and makes it sing as he pleases.

The devil goes shares with the gambler.

He who converses with nobody is either a brute or an angel. He who has good health is young, and he is rich who owes nothing.

The sickness of the body is often the health of the soul. The good wife doth not say, will you have this? but gives it to you.

That is a good misfortune, which comes alone.

Speaking without thinking is shooting without taking aim. One mild word quenches more heat than a hundred buckets of water.

Make one bargain with other men, and four with yourself. The world without peace is the soldier's pay.

Idleness buries a man alive.

He who makes a good war makes a good peace.

A rich county and a bad road.

Keep yourself from the occasion, and God will keep you from the sin.

Nothing so hard to bear well as prosperity.

The true art of making gold is to have a good estate, and spend but little.

Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are a tempest and a hail

storm.

Industry makes a brave man who conquers ill fortune.

One enemy is too much for a man in an exalted station; and a hundred friends are too few.

One sword keeps another in the scabbard.

Little wealth, little trouble.

He is learned enough who knows how to live well.

He who would have good offices done to him must do them to others.

Beauty and Folly do not often part company.

Talk but little, and live as you should do.

The Printing Press is the mother of Errors.

He who buys by the penny, keeps his own house and other men's too.

Let me see your man dead, and I will tell you how rich is he. He who would be rich in one year is hanged at six months' end. He commands enough, who is ruled by a wise man.

How can the cat help it, if the maid be a fool.

Fools grow apace without any watering.

Many men's estates come in at the door and go out of the chimney.

A good man is always at home, wherever he chances to be. A man may talk like a philosopher and yet act like a fool. Every one thinks that he has more than his share of brains. Eating more than you should at once, makes you eat less afterwards.

Speaking evil of one another is the fifth element of which men are composed.

He who is rich passes for a wise man too.
Afflictions draw us up towards heaven.

A man should learn to sail with all winds.

We shall have a house without a fault in the next world.

THE CLASSICAL WORLD.

That exquisite imitator, who quaintly styles himself HORACE IN LONDON, has, in a liberal parody of the far-famed ode addressed to Grosphus,

Otium Divos rogat in patenti,

caught much of the spirit of his illustrious prototype. The compliments to G. Colman, the wittiest dramatist of the day, are perfectly well deserved. The sneer in the second stanza at the bookmaking Carr is a "very palpable hit " The third and fourth stanzas are of the very essence of playfulness and good humour. The conceit of watchman Phoebus is very brilliant and happy; and, without a fuller enumeration, which might seem impertinent, of the beauties of this witty ode, we conclude by affirming that it is highly honourable to the unknown author.

TO GEORGE COLMAN.

Editor.

The youth, from his indentures freed,
Who mounts astride the flying steed,
The Muses' hunt to follow;

With terror eyes the yawning pit,
And for a modicum of wit

Petitions great Apollo.

For Wit the quarto building wight
Invokes the gods; the jilt, in spite,
Eludes the man of letters;

Wit through the wire-wove margin glides,
And all the gilded pomp derides
Of red Morocco fetters.

Vain is the smart portfolio set,
The costly inkstand, black as jet,
The desk of polished level;
The well-shorn pens to use at will,
'Tis no great task to cut a quill,
To cut a joke's the devil!

Happy, for rural business fit,
Who merely tells his mother wit.

In humble life he settles;

We are delighted that our facetious and classical poet has given the true Roman accent to this word. So Dean Swift, who was scrupulously ac curate:

That old vertigo in his head

Will never leave him till he's dead.

Ed. P. F.

Lines attributed to lord Henry Petty, and addressed to lady Strangeways.

Though Strangeways you're called, I could never perceive
That your ways were or strange, or uncommon,
I can read in your eyes, and eyes rarely deceive,
Nought, save all that's enchanting in woman.

Then still, my dear girl, let your ways be the same,
To me they will never seem strange;

But, I freely confess that I like not your name,
So that, if you please, you shall change.