_Fato, Fortuna, Predestinazione, Sorte, Caso, Ventura, son di quelle Cose che dan gran noja a le persone, E vi si dicon su di gran novelle. Ma in fine Iddio d'ogni cose é padrone: E chi é savio domina a le stelle; Chi non é savio paziente e forte, Lamentisi di se, non de la sorte._ ORL. INN. CHAPTER CLXXI.—p. 330. CONTAINING PART OF A SERMON, WHICH THE READER WILL FIND WORTH MORE THAN MOST WHOLE ONES THAT IT MAY BE HIS FORTUNE TO HEAR. _Je fais une grande provision de bon sens en prenant ce que les autres en ont._ MADAME DE MAINTENON. INTERCHAPTER XVII.—p. 336. A POPULAR LAY NOTICED, WITH SUNDRY REMARKS PERTINENT THERETO, SUGGESTED THEREBY, OR DEDUCED THEREFROM. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit: by and by it will strike. TEMPEST. INTERCHAPTER XVIII.—p. 347. APPLICATION OF THE LAY. CALEB D'ANVERS. IRISH LAW. ICON BASILIKE. JUNIUS. THOMAS À KEMPIS. FELIX HEMMERLEN. A NEEDLE LARGER THAN GAMMER GURTON'S AND A MUCH COARSER THREAD. THOMAS WARTON AND BISHOP STILL. THE JOHN WEBSTERS, THE ALEXANDER CUNNINGHAMS, AND THE CURINAS AND THE STEPHENS. _Lo que soy, razona poco Porque de sombra a mi va nada, o poco._ FUENTE DESEADA. INTERCHAPTER XIX.—p. 378. THE AUTHOR DIFFERS IN OPINION FROM SIR EGERTON BRYDGES AND THE EMPEROR JULIAN, SPEAKS CHARITABLY OF THAT EMPEROR, VINDICATES PROTEUS FROM HIS CENSURE, AND TALKS OF POSTHUMOUS TRAVELS AND EXTRA MUNDANE EXCURSIONS, AND THE PUBLIC LIBRARY IN LIMBOLAND. _Petulant_. If he says black's black,—if I have a humour to say it is blue—let that pass. All's one's for that. If I have a humour to prove it, it must be granted. _Witwould_. Not positively must,—But it may, it may. _Petulant_. Yes, it positively must,—upon proof positive. _Witwould_. Ay, upon proof positive it must; but upon proof presumptive it only may. That's a logical distinction now. CONGREVE. THE DOCTOR, &c. CHAPTER CXXXVII. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION BETWEEN THE DOCTOR AND NICHOLAS CONCERNING THE HIPPOGONY, OR ORIGIN OF THE FOAL DROPT IN THE PRECEDING CHAPTER. ———his birth day, the eleventh of June When the Apostle Barnaby the bright Unto our year doth give the longest light. BEN JONSON. It's as fine a foal as ever was dropt, said Nicholas;—but I should as soon thought of dropping one myself!