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.