George Combe.—Doctor Syntax, Chap. IX.

Where’er his fancy bids him roam,
In ev’ry inn he finds a home.
Will not an inn his cares beguile,
Where on each face he sees a smile?

George Combe.—Doctor Syntax, Chap. IX.

INNOCENCE.—Go in thy native innocence; rely
On what thou hast of virtue.

Milton.—Paradise Lost, Book IX. Line 373.

Innocence, that as a veil
Had shadow’d them from knowing ill, was gone.

Milton.—Ibid Line 1054.

INSCRIPTIONS.—Inscriptions of various names I view’d,
The greater part by hostile time subdued.

Pope.—Temple of Fame, Line 31.

INSTINCT.—Instinct is a great matter;
I was a coward on instinct.

Shakespeare.—King Henry IV. Part I. Act II. Scene 4. (Falstaff to Prince Henry.)

INSULT.—Of all the griefs that harass the distress’d,
Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest;
Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart,
Than when a blockhead’s insult points the dart.

Dr. Johnson.—London, Line 166.


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