THE DOCTOR, _&c._ There is a kind of physiognomy in the titles of books no less than in the faces of men, by which a skilful observer will as well know what to expect from the one as the other. BUTLER'S REMAINS. [Frontispiece: THE STATUES (Fragment of Interchapter) London: Longman & Co. 1847.] THE DOCTOR, _&c._ [Illustration: a tetrahedron] VOL. VII. LONDON: LONGMAN, BROWN, GREEN, AND LONGMANS. 1847. LONDON: PRINTED BY W. NICOL, PALL-MALL. PREFACE. INVENIAS ETIAM DISJECTI MEMBRA POETÆ. The present Volume contains all that it is thought advisable to publish of the Papers and Fragments for THE DOCTOR, &C. Some of these Papers, as in the former Volume, were written out fair and ready for Publication—but the order, and the arrangement intended is altogether unknown. I have taken care to examine the different extracts,—and occasionally I have added a note or an explanation, where such seemed to be needed. The whole has been printed with scrupulous exactness from the MSS. The Epilude of Mottoes is a selection from such as had not been worked up in the body of the work. Some of them may possibly have been used before—but if so, it has escaped my recollection.— _Mihi dulces Ignoscent, si quid peccâro stultus, amici, Inque vicem illorum patiar delicta libenter._ JOHN WOOD WARTER. _Vicarage, West-Tarring, Sussex. Sept. 14th, 1847._ PRELUDE OF MOTTOES. Well: we go on. MERIC CASAUBON. _Ventri utinam pax sit, sic variante cibo._ VENANTIUS FORTUNATUS. I had forgot one half, I do protest, And now am sent again to speak the rest. DRYDEN. Well said, Master Doctor, well said; By the mass we must have you into the pulpit. LUSTY JUVENTUS. Why this is quincy quarie pepper de watchet single go-by, of all that ever I tasted! ROBERT GREENE. _Alonso._ Prythee no more! thou dost talk nothing to me. _Gonzalo._ I did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing. TEMPEST. _Comme l'on voit, à l'ouvrir de la porte D'un cabinet royal, maint beau tableau, Mainte antiquaille, et tout ce que de beau Le Portugais des Indes nous apporte;_ _Aussi deslors que l'homme qui medite, Et est sçavant, commence de s'ouvrir, Un grand thresor vient à se descouvrir, Thresor cachè au puits de Democrite._ QUATRAINS DE PIBRAC.