FOR A STORE-ROOM. "He that keeps nor crust nor crumb, Weary of all, he shall want some." SHAKSPERE. FOR MUSIC-ROOMS. "Music removeth care, sadness ejects, Declineth anger, persuades clemency; Doth sweeten mirth, and heighten piety, And is to a body, often ill inclined, No less a sovereign cure than to the mind." BEN JONSON. "Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears." SHAKSPERE, _Merchant of Venice_. "Play on and give me surfeit." _Ibid._ FOR SMOKING-ROOMS. "Tobacco's a physician, Good both for sound and sickly; 'Tis a hot perfume, That expels cold rheum, And makes it flow down quickly." BARTEN HOLLIDAY. "Tobacco hic! Tobacco hic! If you are well, 'twill make you sick; Tobacco hic! Tobacco hic! Twill make you well, if you are sick." FOR DRINKING-ROOMS. "Backe and syde goo bare goo bare, Both hande and fote goo colde; But belly, God sende the gode ale inoughe, Whether hyt be newe or olde." BP. STILL, in _Gammer Gurton's Needle_. "The first draught serveth for health, The second for pleasure, The third for shame, The fourth for madness." "The greatness that would make us grave Is but an empty thing; What more than mirth would mortals have: The cheerful man's a king." ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. FOR PUBLIC COFFEE-ROOMS. "If you your lips would keep from slips, Five things observe with care: Of whom you speak, to whom you speak, And how, and when, and where." "Every creature was decreed To aid each other's mutual need." GAY. FOR BILLIARD-ROOMS. "The love of gaming is the worst of ills; With ceaseless storms the blacken'd soul it fills, Inveighs at Heaven, neglects the ties of blood, Destroys the power and will of doing good; Kills health, poisons honour, plunges in disgrace." YOUNG, _4th Satire_. "Play not for gain, but sport: who plays for more Than he can lose with pleasure, stakes his heart, Perhaps his wife too, and whom she hath bore." GEO. HERBERT, _The Church Porch_. FOR BEDROOMS. "Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed; The breath of night's destructive to the hue Of every flower that blows. * * * Oh, there is a charm Which morning has, that gives the brow of age A smack of youth, and makes the life of youth Shed perfume exquisite. Expect it not, Ye who till noon upon a down bed lie, Indulging feverous sleep." HURDIS, _Village Curate_. "Watch and ward, And stand on your guard." IZAAK WALTON. "Sleep is Nature's second course." UPON A LOOKING-GLASS.