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Title: Familiar Quotations - A Collection of Passages, Phrases, and Proverbs Traced to - Their Sources in Ancient and Modern Literature
Author: Bartlett, John, 1820-1905 [Compiler]
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FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS:

A COLLECTION OF

PASSAGES, PHRASES, AND PROVERBS

TRACED TO THEIR SOURCES IN

ANCIENT AND MODERN LITERATURE


BY JOHN BARTLETT.


     "I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but
     the thread that binds them is mine own."


NINTH EDITION.

BOSTON:
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY.
1905.


_Copyright, 1875, 1882, 1891, 1903,_
BY JOHN BARTLETT.


UNIVERSITY PRESS:
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.


THIS EDITION
IS AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED TO
THE MEMORY OF THE LATE ASSISTANT EDITOR,

REZIN A. WIGHT.



PREFACE.

    "Out of the old fieldes cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere,"
     And out of the fresh woodes cometh al these new flowres here.


THE small thin volume, the first to bear the title of this collection,
after passing through eight editions, each enlarged, now culminates in
its ninth,--and with it, closes its tentative life.

This extract from the Preface of the fourth edition is applicable to the
present one:--

"It is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that
may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for
admission; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new
to another. Many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and
numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked
at the door, and it was hard to deny them. But to admit these simply on
their own merits, without assurance that the general reader would readily
recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this
collection. Still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring
on the side of fulness."

With the many additions to the English writers, the present edition
contains selections from the French, and from the wit and wisdom of the
ancients. A few passages have been admitted without a claim to
familiarity, but solely on the ground of coincidence of thought.

I am under great obligations to M. H. MORGAN, Ph. D., of Harvard
University, for the translation of Marcus Aurelius, and for the
translation and selections from the Greek tragic writers. I am indebted
to the kindness of Mr. DANIEL W. WILDER, of Kansas, for the quotations
from Pilpay, with contributions from Diogenes Laertius, Montaigne,
Burton, and Pope's Homer; to Dr. WILLIAM J. ROLFE for quotations from
Robert Browning; to Mr. JAMES W. MCINTYRE for quotations from Coleridge,
Shelley, Keats, Mrs. Browning, Robert Browning, and Tennyson. And I have
incurred other obligations to friends for here a little and there a
little.

It gives me pleasure to acknowledge the great assistance I have received
from Mr. A. W. STEVENS, the accomplished reader of the University Press,
as this work was passing through the press.

In withdrawing from this very agreeable pursuit, I beg to offer my
sincere thanks to all who have assisted me either in the way of
suggestions or by contributions; and especially to those lovers of this
subsidiary literature for their kind appreciation of former editions.

Accepted by scholars as an authoritative book of reference, it has grown
with its growth in public estimation with each reissue. Of the last two
editions forty thousand copies were printed, apart from the English
reprints. The present enlargement of text equals three hundred and fifty
pages of the previous edition, and the index is increased with upwards of
ten thousand lines.

CAMBRIDGE, March, 1891.



INDEX OF AUTHORS.


                                           PAGE
ADAMS, CHARLES F.                           678
ADAMS, JOHN                                 429
       JOHN, _note_                    529, 530
ADAMS, JOHN QUINCY                     312, 458
ADAMS, SARAH FLOWER                         606
ADDISON, JOSEPH                             297
ADY, THOMAS                                 684
ÆSCHINES                                    810
ÆSCHYLUS                                    695
AGRICOLA, _note_                            686
AKENSIDE, MARK                              391
ALANUS DE INSULIS, _note_                     5
ALDRICH, JAMES                              639
ALI BEN TALEB                               767
ALLEN, ELIZABETH A.                         668
ALPHONSO THE WISE                           768
AMELIA, PRINCESS                            676
AMES, FISHER, _note_                        283
ARCHILOCHUS, _note_                         216
ARIOSTO, _note_                             552
ARISTIDES, _note_                           438
ARISTOPHANES, _note_                        731
ARISTOTLE, _note_                      267, 853
ARMSTRONG, JOHN                             672
ARNOLD, MATTHEW                             665
ARNOLD, SAMUEL J., _note_                   388
ARRIANUS, _note_                            704
ATHENÆUS                                    766
AVONMORE, LORD, _note_                      531

BACON, FRANCIS                              164
BACON, LADY ANNE, _note_                      7
BAILEY, PHILIP JAMES                        654
BAILLIE, JOANNA                             674
BANCROFT, GEORGE, _note_                    531
BARBAULD, MRS.                              433
BARÈRE, BERTRAND                            804
BARHAM, R. H.                               676
BARKER, THEODORE L.                         682
BARNFIELD, RICHARD                          175
BARRETT, EATON S.                           676
BARRINGTON, GEORGE                          445
BARROW, ISAAC, _note_                       299
BARRY, MICHAEL J.                           680
BASSE, WILLIAM, _note_                      179
BAXTER, RICHARD                             670
BAYARD, CHEVALIER, _note_                    21
BAYLE, PETER, _note_                        604
BAYLY, T. HAYNES                            581
BEATTIE, JAMES                              428
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER                       197
BEAUMONT, FRANCIS                           196
BEAUMONT, JOHN, _note_                      478
BEE, BERNARD E.                             860
BELL, ROBERT, _note_                        330
BELLAMY, G. W.                              682
BELLINGHAUSEN, VON MÜNCH                    806
BENTHAM, JEREMY                             856
BENTLEY, RICHARD                            284
BENTON, THOMAS H.                           858
BERKELEY, BISHOP                            312
BERNERS, JULIANA, _note_                    182
BERRY, DOROTHY, _note_                      484
BERTAUT, JEAN, _note_                       100
BERTIN, MADEMOISELLE, _note_                811
BETTELHEIM, A. S., _note_                   170
BICKERSTAFF, ISAAC                          427
BLACKER, COLONEL                            588
BLACKMORE, RICHARD, _note_                  685
BLACKSTONE, SIR WILLIAM                     392
BLAIR, ROBERT                               354
BLAMIRE, SUSANNA                            673
BLAND, ROBERT, _note_                       191
BOBART, JACOB, _note_                       688
BODINUS, _note_                             418
BODLEY, SIR THOMAS                          368
BOETHIUS, _note_                            618
BOILEAU                                     799
BOLINGBROKE                                 304
BOOTH, BARTON                               306
BORBONIUS, _note_                           321
BOURDILLON, FRANCIS W.                      669
BRACTON                                     857
BRAINARD, JOHN G. C.                        677
BRAMSTON, JAMES                             352
BREEN, H. H., _note_                        409
BRERETON, JANE                              312
BRETON, NICHOLAS, _note_                     33
BROMLEY, ISAAC H.                           681
BROOKE, LORD                                 35
BROUGHAM, LORD                              527
          LORD, _note_                      426
BROWN, JOHN                                 380
BROWN, TOM                                  286
BROWNE, SIR THOMAS                          217
BROWNE, WILLIAM                             201
BROWNING, ELIZABETH B.                      620
BROWNING, ROBERT                            643
BRYANT, WILLIAM CULLEN                      572
BRYDGES, SIR S. EGERTON                     674
BUFFON, _note_                              186
BULFINCH, SAMUEL G., _note_                 488
BUNN, ALFRED                                561
BUNSEN, CARL JOSIAS, _note_                 770
BUNYAN, JOHN                                265
BURCHARD, SAMUEL D.                         679
BURKE, EDMUND                               407
BURNET, GILBERT, _note_                     610
BURNS, ROBERT                               446
BURTON, ROBERT                              185
BUSSY DE RABUTIN, _note_                    286
BUTLER, SAMUEL                              209
        SAMUEL, _note_                      361
BYRD, WILLIAM, _note_                        22
BYROM, JOHN                                 351
BYRON, LORD                                 539

CALHOUN, JOHN C.                            529
CALLIMACHUS                                 496
CAMPBELL, LORD, _note_                 418, 528
CAMPBELL, THOMAS                            512
CAMDEN, WILLIAM                             684
CAMBRONNE                                   810
CANNING, GEORGE                             464
CAREW, THOMAS                               200
CAREY, HENRY                                285
CARLYLE, THOMAS                             577
CARPENTER, JOSEPH E.                        680
CARRUTHERS, ROBERT, _note_                  528
CATINAT, MARSHAL, _note_                    740
CATULLUS, _note_                            306
CENTLIVRE, SUSANNAH                         671
CERVANTES                                   784
CHANNING, WILLIAM E.                        655
CHAPMAN, GEORGE                              35
CHARLES I., _note_                          398
CHARRON, _note_                             317
CHASE, SALMON P.                            619
CHAUCER, GEOFFREY                             1
CHERRY, ANDREW                              453
CHESTERFIELD, EARL OF                       352
CHILD, LYDIA MARIA                          596
CHOATE, RUFUS                               588
CHORLEY, HENRY F.                           667
CHRISTY, DAVID                              854
CHURCH, BENJAMIN, _note_                    513
CHURCHILL, CHARLES                          412
CIBBER, COLLEY                              295
        COLLEY, _note_                      294
CICERO                                      705
CLARENDON, EDWARD HYDE                      255
CLARKE, JOHN, _note_                        568
CLARKE, MACDONALD                           582
CLAY, HENRY, _note_                         505
CLEVELAND, GROVER                           669
CODRINGTON, CHRISTOPHER, _note_             295
COKE, SIR EDWARD                             24
COLERIDGE, HARTLEY                          677
COLERIDGE, S. TAYLOR                        498
           S. TAYLOR, _note_                481
COLLINS, WILLIAM                            389
COLMAN, GEORGE                              454
COLTON, C. C.                               675
CONGREVE, WILLIAM                           294
CONSTABLE, HENRY, _note_                    484
CONSTANT, HENRY B.                          806
COOK, ELIZA                                 654
COOPER, J. FENIMORE, _note_                 580
CORNUEL, MADAME, _note_                     740
COTTON, NATHANIEL                           362
COWLEY, ABRAHAM                             260
COWPER, WILLIAM                             413
CRABBE, GEORGE                              443
CRANCH, CHRISTOPHER P.                      653
CRANFIELD, _note_                           210
CRASHAW, RICHARD                            258
CRAWFORD, ANNE                              673
CRISTYNE, _note_                             12
CROCKETT, DAVID                             852
CROKER, JOHN W., _note_                     284
CUNNINGHAM, ALLAN                           537
CURRAN, JOHN P.                             855
CURTIUS, QUINTUS, _note_                     25

D'ABRANTES, DUC                             806
D'ABRANTES, MADAME, _note_                  718
DALRYMPLE, SIR JOHN, _note_                 550
DANCE, CHARLES                              677
DANIEL, SAMUEL                               39
DANTE                                       769
DANTON, _note_                               28
DARWIN, CHARLES                             622
DARWIN, ERASMUS                             424
        ERASMUS, _note_                     426
DAVENANT, SIR WILLIAM                       217
DAVIE, ADAM, _note_                          21
DAVIES, SCROPE                              682
DAVIES, SIR JOHN                            175
DAVIS, JEFFERSON                            679
DAVIS, THOMAS O.                            680
DE BENSERADE, ISAAC                         794
DEBRETT, JOHN, _note_                       432
DECATUR, STEPHEN                            675
DE CAUX, _note_                             396
DEFFAND, MADAME DU                          801
DEFOE, DANIEL                               286
DEKKER, THOMAS                              181
DE LA FERTÉ, _note_                         430
DE LIGNE                                    803
DE L'ISLE, JOSEPH R.                        804
DEMODOCUS, _note_                           400
DE MORGAN, _note_                           290
DEMOSTHENES                                 855
DENHAM, SIR JOHN                            257
DENMAN, LORD                                527
DENNIS, JOHN                                282
DE QUINCEY, _note_                          365
DIBDIN, CHARLES                             436
DIBDIN, THOMAS                              675
DICKENS, CHARLES                            652
DICKINSON, JOHN                             426
DICKMAN, FRANKLIN J., _note_                589
DIDACUS STELLA, _note_                      185
DIOGENES LAERTIUS                           757
DIONYSIUS OF HALICARNASSUS, _note_          304
DIONYSIUS THE ELDER                         700
DISRAELI, BENJAMIN                          607
DIX, JOHN A.                                678
DODDRIDGE, PHILIP                           359
DODSLEY, ROBERT                             671
DOMETT, ALFRED                              642
DONNE, JOHN                                 177
DOWLING, BARTHOLOMEW                        641
DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN                        573
DRAYTON, MICHAEL                             40
DRENNAN, WILLIAM                            855
DRUMMOND, THOMAS                            582
DRUMMOND, WILLIAM                           196
          WILLIAM _note_                    170
DRYDEN, JOHN                                267
DU BARTAS                                   780
DUFFERIN, LADY                              611
DUMAS, ALEXANDRE                            809
DUNCOMBE, LEWIS, _note_                     459
D'URFEY, _note_                             348
DWIGHT, TIMOTHY                             674
DYER, EDWARD                                 22
DYER, JOHN                                  358
DYER ----                                   672

EASTWICK, _note_                            437
EDGEWORTH, MARIA, _note_                    283
EDWARDS, RICHARD                             21
EDWARDS, THOMAS                             671
EDWIN, JOHN                                 439
ELLIOT, JARED                               392
ELLIOTT, JANE                               393
ELLIS, GEORGE, _note_                       175
ELLIS, HENRY                                675
EMERSON, RALPH WALDO                        598
         RALPH WALDO, _note_                511
EMMET, ROBERT                               675
ENGLISH, THOMAS DUNN                        680
EPICTETUS                                   742
ERASMUS, _note_                  3, 5, 216, 720
ESTIENNE, HENRI, _note_                     379
EURIPIDES                                   697
EURIPIDES, _note_                           277
EVERETT, DAVID                              459
EVERETT, EDWARD                             571

FABER, FREDERICK W.                         653
FANSHAWE, CATHERINE M.                      674
FARQUHAR, GEORGE                            305
FÉNELON, _note_                             353
FERRIAR, JOHN                               456
FIELD, NATHANIEL                            670
FIELDING, HENRY                             362
FINCH, FRANCIS M.                           668
FITZ-GEFFREY, CHARLES, _note_               305
FLETCHER, ANDREW                            281
FLETCHER, JULIA A.                          642
FLETCHER, JOHN                              183
FLETCHER, PHINEAS, _note_                   327
FOOTE, SAMUEL                               391
FORD, JOHN                                  670
FORDYCE, JAMES                              391
FORTESCUE, JOHN                               7
FOUCHÉ, JOSEPH                              805
FOURNIER, _note_                            310
FOX, CHARLES J., _note_                     364
FOX, JOHN, _note_                           484
FRANCIS THE FIRST                           807
FRANCK, RICHARD, _note_                     305
FRANKLIN, BENJAMIN                          359
FRANKLIN, KATE                              682
FRENEAU, PHILIP                             443
FRERE, J. HOOKHAM                           462
FROTHINGHAM, RICHARD, _note_                360
FULLER, THOMAS                              221
        THOMAS, _note_                      484

GAGE, THOMAS, _note_                        495
GARRICK, DAVID                              387
GARRISON, WILLIAM L.                        605
GARTH, SAMUEL                               295
       SAMUEL, _note_                       181
GASCOIGNE, GEORGE, _note_                    10
GAY, JOHN                                   347
GETTY, REV. DR., _note_                     631
GIBBON, EDWARD                              430
GIBBONS, THOMAS                             672
GIFFORD, RICHARD                            393
GOETHE, WOLFGANG VON                        803
GOLDSMITH, OLIVER                           394
           OLIVER, _note_              310, 592
GOOGE, BARNABY                             5, 7
GORGIAS, _note_                             578
GOSSON, STEPHEN, _note_                     731
GOWER, JOHN, _note_                          13
GRAFTON, RICHARD                            684
GRANGER, JAMES, _note_                      395
GRANT, ANNE                                 674
GRANT, ULYSSES S.                           664
GRAVES, RICHARD                             672
        RICHARD, _note_                     295
GRAY, THOMAS                                381
GREEN, MATTHEW                              354
GREENE, ALBERT G.                           596
GREENE, ROBERT, _note_                      190
GRESWELL, _note_                            332
GREVILLE, MRS.                              389
GRIFFIN, GERALD                             678
GUALTIER, PHILLIPPE, _note_                  64
GUARINI, _note_                             495

HABINGTON, WILLIAM                          515
HAKEWILL, GEORGE                            683
          GEORGE, _note_                    169
HALE, EDWARD E.                             681
HALIBURTON, THOMAS C.                       580
HALL, BISHOP                                182
HALL, ROBERT                                457
HALLECK, FITZ-GREENE                        561
HALLIWELL, JAMES O.                         853
           JAMES O., _note_                 596
HAMILTON, ALEXANDER, _note_                 532
HAMMOND, J. H.                              678
HANNAH, J., _note_                           22
HARE, JULIUS, _note_                        268
HARRINGTON, SIR JOHN                         39
HARRISON, WILLIAM                           684
HARTE, FRANCIS BRET                         669
HARVEY, STEPHEN                             670
HAWKER, ROBERT                              674
HAWKER, ROBERT S., _note_                   687
HAYES, EDWARD, _note_                       588
HAYES, RUTHERFORD B.                        665
HEATH, LEONARD                              666
HEBER, REGINALD                             535
HEGGE, ROBERT, _note_                       181
HEMANS, FELICIA D.                          569
HÉNAULT, _note_                             325
HENDYNG, _note_                               7
HENRY, MATHEW                               282
HENRY, PATRICK                              429
HENSHAW, JOSEPH                             263
HERBERT, GEORGE                             204
HERODOTUS, _note_                      696, 807
HERRICK, ROBERT                             201
HERVEY, THOMAS K.                           589
HESIOD                                      692
HEYWOOD, JOHN                                 8
HEYWOOD, THOMAS                             194
HILL, AARON                                 313
HILL, ROWLAND                               673
HIPPOCRATES                                 700
HOBBES, THOMAS                              200
HOFFMAN, CHARLES F.                         678
HOLCROFT, THOMAS                            673
HOLLAND, SIR RICHARD                         38
HOLMES, OLIVER WENDELL                      635
HOME, JOHN                                  392
HOOD, THOMAS                                583
HOOKER, JOSEPH                              680
HOOKER, RICHARD                              31
HOOPER, ELLEN STURGIS                       654
HOPKINS, CHARLES, _note_                    581
HOPKINSON, JOSEPH                           465
HORACE                                      706
HORNE, BISHOP                               853
HORNE, RICHARD H.                           604
HOWARD, SAMUEL                              672
HOWELL, JAMES, _note_             191, 208, 581
HOWITT, MARY                                605
HOYLE, EDMUND                               861
HUME, DAVID                                 854
      DAVID, _note_                    593, 685
HUNT, LEIGH                                 536
HURD, RICHARD                               673
HURDIS, JAMES                               454
HUTCHESON, FRANCIS                          856

INGRAM, JOHN K.                             681
IRVING, WASHINGTON                          536

JACKSON, ANDREW                             458
JAMES, G. P. R.                             678
JAMES, PAUL M.                              528
JEFFERSON, THOMAS                           434
JEFFERYS, CHARLES                           611
JERROLD, DOUGLAS                            597
JOHNSON, ANDREW                             678
JOHNSON, SAMUEL                             365
         SAMUEL, _note_           185, 294, 711
JONES, SIR WILLIAM                          437
JONSON, BEN                                 177
JUVENAL                                     721

KEATS, JOHN                                 574
KEBLE, JOHN                                 569
KEMBLE, FRANCES ANNE                        641
KEMBLE, J. P.                               445
KEMPIS, THOMAS À                              7
KEN, THOMAS                                 278
KENNEY, JAMES                               676
KENRICK, WILLIAM, _note_                    450
KEPLER, JOHN                                670
KEY, FRANCIS S.                             517
KEY, T. H., _note_                          560
KING, WILLIAM, _note_                       217
KINGLAKE, JOHN A.                           860
KINGSLEY, CHARLES                           664
KNIGHT, CHARLES, _note_                     616
KNOLLES, RICHARD, _note_                    267
KNOWLES, JAMES S.                           676
KNOX, WILLIAM                               561
KOTZEBUE, VON                               805

LA FONTAINE                                 797
LAMB, CHARLES                               508
      CHARLES, _note_                       274
LANDOR, WALTER S.                           511
LANGFORD, G. W.                             683
LANGHORNE, JOHN                             427
LA ROCHEFOUCAULD                            794
LAYARD, AUSTEN H.                           642
LEE, HENRY                                  445
LEE, NATHANIEL                              281
LEIGHTON, ARCHBISHOP, _note_                379
LEMON, MARK                                 679
LE SAGE                                     800
L'ESTRANGE, ROGER                           670
LEUTSCH AND SCHNEIDEWIN, _note_             793
LIGNE, PRINCE DE                            803
LINCOLN, ABRAHAM                            622
LINLEY, GEORGE                              586
LINSCHOTEN, HUGH VAN                        861
LIVY, _note_                                 13
LLOYD, DAVID, _note_                        310
LOCKHART, JOHN G.                           677
          JOHN G., _note_              427, 490
LOGAN, JOHN                                 438
LOGAU, FRIEDRICH VON                        793
LONGFELLOW, HENRY W.                        612
LOVELACE, RICHARD                           259
LOVER, SAMUEL                               582
LOWE, JOHN                                  673
LOWELL, JAMES RUSSELL                       656
LOWTH, ROBERT                               672
LUCRETIUS                                   706
LYDGATE, JOHN, _note_                         5
LUTHER, MARTIN                              770
LYLY, JOHN                                   31
LYTTELTON, LORD                             377
LYTTON, SIR E. BULWER                       606

MACAULAY, THOMAS B.                         589
          THOMAS B., _note_     , 332, 610, 855
MACKAY, CHARLES                             653
MACKINTOSH, JAMES                           457
            JAMES, _note_                   291
MACKLIN, CHARLES                            350
MADDEN, SAMUEL                              314
MAHON, LORD                                 860
       LORD, _note_                    364, 474
MANNERS, LORD JOHN                          680
MARCUS AURELIUS                             749
MARCY, WILLIAM L.                           676
MARKHAM, GERVASE, _note_                    187
MARLOWE, CHRISTOPHER                         40
MARMION, SHAKERLEY, _note_                  171
MARTIAL                                     722
MARTIN, HENRI                               807
MARVELL, ANDREW                             262
MASON, WILLIAM                              393
MASSINGER, PHILIP                           194
MCMASTER, JOHN B., _note_                   435
MAULE                                       857
MEE, WILLIAM                                682
MELCHIOR, _note_                            171
MENANDER, _note_                            390
MERRICK, JAMES                              390
MEURIER, GABRIEL, _note_                     80
MICHELANGELO                                769
MICKLE, WILLIAM J.                          426
MIDDLETON, THOMAS                           172
MILLER, WILLIAM                             679
MILMAN, HENRY HART                          564
MILNES, RICHARD M.                          634
MILTON, JOHN                                223
MIMNERMUS                                   699
MINER, CHARLES                              528
MOLIÈRE                                     797
MONNOYE, BERNARD DE LA, _note_              400
MONTAGU, MARY WORTLEY                       350
         MARY WORTLEY, _note_               461
MONTAIGNE                                   774
MONTGOMERY, JAMES                           496
MONTGOMERY, ROBERT                          610
MONTROSE, MARQUIS OF                        257
MOORE, CLEMENT C.                           527
MOORE, EDWARD                               377
MOORE, THOMAS                               518
MORE, HANNAH                                437
MORE, SIR THOMAS, _note_                30, 100
MORELL, THOMAS, _note_                      281
MORGAN, M. H.                               860
MORRIS, CHARLES                             432
MORRIS, GEORGE P.                           595
MORTON, THOMAS                              457
MOSS, THOMAS                                433
MOTHERWELL, WILLIAM                         580
MUHLENBERG, WILLIAM A.                      678
MULOCK, DINAH M.                            667
MÜNSTER, ERNST F.                           807
MURPHY, ARTHUR                              393

NAIRNE, LADY                                458
NAPIER, SIR W. F. P.                        537
NAPOLEON BONAPARTE                          811
NAPOLEON, LOUIS                             810
NASH, THOMAS                                861
NELSON, HORATIO                             446
NEWTON, ISAAC                               278
NOEL, THOMAS                                683
NORRIS, JOHN                                281
NORTHBROOKE, _note_                          17
NORTON, CAROLINE E. S.                      679

O'HARA, KANE                                672
O'HARA, THEODORE                            681
O'KEEFE, JOHN                               673
O'KELLEY, CAPTAIN                           855
OLDHAM, JOHN                                366
OLDYS, WILLIAM                              671
OLIPHANT, THOMAS, _note_                    685
OMAR KHAYYÁM                                768
O'MEARA, BARRY E.                           675
ORRERY, ROGER B., _note_                    258
ORTIN, JOB, _note_                          359
OTWAY, THOMAS                               280
OVERBURY, SIR THOMAS                        193
OVID                                        707
OXENSTIERN, _note_                          195

PAINE, ROBERT TREAT                         675
PAINE, THOMAS                               431
       THOMAS, _note_                       605
PALEY, WILLIAM                              673
PANAT, CHEVALIER DE                         811
PARDOE, JULIA                          680, 860
PARKER, MARTYN                              176
PARKER, THEODORE                            639
PARNELL, THOMAS                             305
PASCAL                                      798
PASCAL, _note_                              169
PAYNE, J. HOWARD                            568
PEELE, GEORGE                      24, 184, 530
PERCIVAL, JAMES G.                          677
PERCY, THOMAS                               404
PERRY, OLIVER H.                            676
PERSIUS, _note_                        188, 305
PETRARCH, _note_                            295
PHÆDRUS                                     715
PHILIPS, AMBROSE                            671
PHILIPS, JOHN                               671
PHILLIPS, CHARLES                           677
PHILLIPS, WENDELL                           641
PHILOSTRATUS, _note_                        179
PIERPONT, JOHN                              538
PILPAY                                      691
PINCKNEY, CHARLES C.                        673
PIOZZI, MADAME, _note_                 560, 806
PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM                       364
PITT, WILLIAM                               453
PITT, WILLIAM (THE YOUNGER)        510
PLATO, _note_                               317
PLAUTUS                                     700
PLAYFORD, JOHN                              684
PLINY THE ELDER                             716
PLINY THE YOUNGER                           748
PLUTARCH                                    722
POE, EDGAR A.                               640
POLLOK, ROBERT                              588
POMFRET, JOHN                               289
POMPADOUR, MADAME DE, _note_                205
POPE, ALEXANDER                             314
POPE, WALTER                                670
PORTER, HORACE                              682
PORTER, MRS. DAVID                          682
PORTEUS, BEILBY                             425
POTTER, HENRY C.                            668
POWELL, SIR JOHN                            278
PRAED, WINTHROP M.                          595
PRIESTLEY, JOSEPH                           858
PRIOR, JAMES, _note_                        412
PRIOR, MATTHEW                              287
PROCLUS, _note_                        740, 811
PROCTER, BRYAN W.                           538
PUBLIUS SYRUS                               708
PULTENEY, WILLIAM                           671

QUARLES, FRANCIS                            203
QUINCY, JOSIAH, JR.                         436
QUINCY, JOSIAH                              505
QUINTILIAN                                  721
QUITARD, _note_                             176

RABELAIS                                    770
RACINE, _note_                         391, 704
RADCLIFFE, ANN                              456
RALEIGH, SIR WALTER                          25
RAMSAY, ALLAN                               671
RANDALL, H. S.                              859
RANKE, LEOPOLD, _note_                      770
RANSFORD, EDWIN                             683
RASPE, _note_                               739
RAVENSCROFT, THOMAS                         683
RAY, WILLIAM, _note_                        216
RHODES, WILLIAM B.                          388
RICHARDS, AMELIA B., _note_                 533
ROBINSON, MARY                              674
ROCHESTER, EARL OF                          279
ROGERS, SAMUEL                              455
ROLAND, MADAME                              804
ROSCOMMON, EARL OF                          278
ROUSSEAU                                    802
ROWE, NICHOLAS                              301
ROYDON, MATHEW                               23
RUMBOLD, RICHARD                            682
RUSSELL, W. S.                              860

SAINT AUGUSTINE                             767
SAINT SIMON, _note_                         189
SALA, GEORGE A., _note_                     463
SALES, SAINT FRANCIS DE, _note_             372
SALIS, VON                                  805
SALLUST, _note_                             167
SALVANDY, COMTE DE                          811
SANDYS, SIR EDWIN, _note_                   314
SARGENT, EPES                               679
SAVAGE, RICHARD                             354
SCARRON, _note_                             216
SCHELLING                                   807
SCHIDONI                                    793
SCHILLER                                    804
SCOTT, SIR WALTER                           487
       SIR WALTER, _note_                   852
SCOTT, WINFIELD                             676
SEARS, EDMUND H.                            640
SEBASTIANI, GENERAL                         809
SEDAINE, MICHEL J.                          803
SEDLEY, CHARLES                             671
SELDEN, JOHN                                194
SELVAGGI, _note_                            271
SENECA                                      714
SÉVIGNÉ, MADAME DE, _note_             740, 801
SEWALL, HARRIET W.                          680
SEWALL, JONATHAN M.                         439
SEWARD, THOMAS, _note_                      189
SEWARD, WILLIAM H.                          595
SEWELL, GEORGE                              671
SHAFTESBURY, EARL OF, _note_                578
SHAKESPEARE, WILLIAM                         42
SHARMAN, JULIAN, _note_                      12
SHEFFIELD                                   279
SHELLEY, PERCY B.                           564
         PERCY B., _note_                   592
SHENSTONE, WILLIAM                          379
SHERES, SIR HENRY, _note_                    13
SHERMAN, WILLIAM T.                         681
SHERIDAN, R. BRINSLEY                       440
SHIRLEY, JAMES                              209
SIDNEY, ALGERNON                            264
SIDNEY, SIR PHILIP                           34
SILIUS ITALICUS, _note_                     207
SIRMOND, JOHN                               793
SISMONDI                                    807
SKELTON, JOHN                                 8
SMART, CHRISTOPHER                          363
SMITH, ADAM                                 858
SMITH, ALEXANDER                            667
SMITH, CAPTAIN JOHN, _note_                 495
SMITH, EDMUND, _note_                       333
SMITH, HORACE                               517
SMITH, JAMES                                510
SMITH, SAMUEL F.                            619
SMITH, SEBA                                 568
SMITH, SYDNEY                               459
SMOLLETT, TOBIAS                            392
SMYTH, WILLIAM, _note_                      391
SOCRATES, _note_                             63
SOMERVILLE, WILLIAM, _note_                 314
SOPHOCLES                                   696
SOPHOCLES, _note_                           593
SORBIENNE, _note_                           286
SOUTH, ROBERT, _note_                       310
SOUTHERNE, THOMAS                           282
SOUTHEY, ROBERT                        506, 853
SOUTHWELL, ROBERT, _note_                    22
SPARKS, JARED, _note_                       717
SPENCER, HERBERT                            681
SPENCER, WILLIAM R.                         464
SPENSER, EDMUND                              27
SPRAGUE, CHARLES                            564
STAËL, MADAME DE, _note_               174, 807
STEELE, SIR RICHARD                         297
STEERS, FANNY                               682
STERNE, LAURENCE                            378
STERNHOLD, THOMAS                            23
STEVENS, GEORGE A.                          672
STILES, EZRA                                859
STILL, BISHOP                                22
STOLBERG, CHRISTIAN, _note_                 503
STORY, JOSEPH                               675
STOUGHTON, WILLIAM                          266
STOWELL, LORD                               437
SUCKLING, SIR JOHN                          256
SUETONIUS, _note_                           307
SUMNER, CHARLES                             859
SWIFT, JONATHAN                             289

TACITUS                                     747
TALFOURD, THOMAS N.                         577
TANEY, ROGER B.                             675
TATE AND BRADY                              851
TAYLOR, BAYARD                              666
TAYLOR, HENRY                               594
TAYLOR, JANE AND ANN                        534
TAYLOR, JEREMY, _note_                 169, 193
TAYLOR, JOHN                                670
        JOHN, _note_                         20
TEMPLE, SIR WILLIAM                         266
TENNYSON, ALFRED                            623
TERENCE                                     702
TERTULLIAN                                  756
THEOBALD, LOUIS                             352
THEOCRITUS, _note_                          349
THEOGNIS                                    694
THOMAS, FREDERICK W.                        679
THOMSON, JAMES                              355
THRALE, MRS.                                432
THUCYDIDES, _note_                          726
THURLOW, LORD                               426
TIBULLUS, _note_                            106
TICKELL, THOMAS                             313
TILLOTSON, JOHN                             266
TITUS, COLONEL, _note_                      352
TOBIN, JOHN                                 463
TOLOWIEZ, _note_                            767
TOPLADY, AUGUSTUS M., _note_                432
TOURNEUR, CYRIL                              34
TOWNLEY, JAMES                              380
TRUMBULL, JOHN                              439
TUCKER, DEAN                                858
TUKE, SAMUEL                                670
TUPPER, MARTIN F.                           640
TUSSER, THOMAS                               20

UHLAND, JOHANN L.                           806
UNKNOWN AUTHORS                             707
USTERI, J. M.                               805

VALERIUS MAXIMUS                            622
VANBRUGH, SIR JOHN                          684
VAN BUREN, MARTIN, _note_                   364
VANDYK, H. S.                               678
VARRO, _note_                               167
VAUGHAN, HENRY                              263
VAUVENARGUES                                803
VEGETIUS, _note_                            425
VENNING, RALPH                              262
VILLON                                      769
VIRGIL, _note_                    185, 720, 810
VOLNEY, _note_                              592
VOLTAIRE                                    800
VOSS, J. H., _note_                         811

WADE, J. A.                                 594
WALKER, WILLIAM                             265
WALLACE, HORACE B., _note_                  361
WALLER, EDMUND                              219
WALPOLE, HORACE                             389
         HORACE, _note_                     592
WALPOLE, SIR ROBERT                         304
         SIR ROBERT, _note_                 592
WALTON, IZAAK                               206
WARBURTON, THOMAS                           859
WARNER, WILLIAM                              38
WARD, THOMAS                                857
WARTON, THOMAS                              403
WASHINGTON, GEORGE                          425
WATSON, WILLIAM                             855
WATTS, ISAAC                                301
WEBSTER, DANIEL                             529
WEBSTER, JOHN                               180
WELBY, AMELIA B.                            681
WELLINGTON, DUKE OF                         463
WELLS, WILLIAM V.                           858
WESLEY, CHARLES                             672
WESLEY, JOHN                                359
WHETSTONE, GEORGE, _note_                    14
WHEWELL, WILLIAM                            169
WHITE, HENRY KIRKE, _note_                  592
WHITTIER, JOHN G.                           618
WIGHT, REZIN A.                             854
WILDE, RICHARD H.                           677
WILLARD, EMMA                               676
WILLIAMS, HELEN M.                          674
WILLIAMS, ROGER                             208
WILLIS, NATHANIEL P.                        655
        NATHANIEL P., _note_                580
WILSON, ALEXANDER                           860
WILSON, JOHN, _note_                        558
WILSON, MRS. C. B.                          677
WINSLOW, EDWARD, _note_                     283
WINTHROP, JOHN                              670
WINTHROP, ROBERT C.                         638
WITHER, GEORGE                              199
WOLCOT, JOHN                                431
WOLFE, CHARLES                              563
WOLFE, JAMES                                673
WOODWORTH, SAMUEL                           537
WORDSWORTH, WILLIAM                         465
WOTTON, SIR HENRY                           174
WROTHER, MISS                               683
WYCHERLEY, WILLIAM, _note_                  452

YALDEN, THOMAS, _note_                      181
YONGE, NICHOLAS, _note_                     711
YOUNG, EDWARD                               306
YOUNG, SIR JOHN, _note_                     177

ZAMOYSKI, JAN                               810
ZOUCH, THOMAS, _note_                       209



ANONYMOUS BOOKS CITED.


                                                             PAGE
ANNALS OF SPORTING                                            855
BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA, _note_                                 282
BIOGRAPHIA DRAMATICA, _note_                                  347
BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER                                         850
BRITISH PRINCES                                               685
CUPID'S WHIRLIGIG, _note_                                     446
DEUTSCHE RECHTS ALTERTHÜMER                                   858
DRUNKEN BARNABY'S FOUR JOURNEYS                               856
ENCYCLOPÆDIA BRITANNICA, _note_                               784
GESTA ROMANORUM                                               802
HEALTH TO THE GENTLE PROFESSION OF SERVING-MEN, _note_        360
HISTORY OF THE FAMILY OF COURTENAY, _note_                    802
LETTERS OF JUNIUS                                             688
MARRIAGE OF WIT AND WISDOM                                    859
MENAGIANA, _note_                                             793
NEW ENGLAND PRIMER                                            687
PIERRE PATELIN, _note_                                        771
REGIMEN SANITATIS SALERNITANUM, _note_                        293
RETURN FROM PARNASSUS                                         684
SPECTATOR                                                     857
THE BIBLE                                                     812
THE EXAMINER, MAY 31, 1829, _note_                            313
THE MOCK ROMANCE, _note_                                      217
THE NATION, _note_                                            532
THE SKYLARK                                                   854
WHEELER'S MAGAZINE, _note_                                    690



FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS.



GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 1328-1400.

(_From the text of Tyrwhitt._)

    WHANNE that April with his shoures sote
    The droughte of March hath perced to the rote.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1._


    And smale foules maken melodie,
    That slepen alle night with open eye,
    So priketh hem nature in hir corages;
    Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9._


    And of his port as meke as is a mayde.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69._


    He was a veray parfit gentil knight.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 72._


    He coude songes make, and wel endite.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 95._


    Ful wel she sange the service devine,
    Entuned in hire nose ful swetely;
    And Frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly,
    After the scole of Stratford atte bowe,
    For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 122._


    A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 287._


    For him was lever han at his beddes hed
    A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red,
    Of Aristotle, and his philosophie,
    Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie.
    But all be that he was a philosophre,
    Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 295._


    And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310._


    Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as,
    And yet he semed besier than he was.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 323._


    His studie was but litel on the Bible.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 440._


    For gold in phisike is a cordial;
    Therefore he loved gold in special.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 445._


    Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 493._


    This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf,--
    That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 498._


    But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve,
    He taught; but first he folwed it himselve.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 529._


    And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.[2-1]

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 565._


    Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
    He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
    Everich word, if it be in his charge,
    All speke he never so rudely and so large;
    Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe,
    Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe.

_Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 733._


    For May wol have no slogardie a-night.
    The seson priketh every gentil herte,
    And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte.

_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044._


    That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.[2-2]

_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1524._


    Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie.

_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2275._


    Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.

_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2408._


    To maken vertue of necessite.[3-1]

_Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 3044._


    And brought of mighty ale a large quart.

_Canterbury Tales. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497._


    Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be,
    That may both werken wel and hastily.[3-2]
    This wol be done at leisure parfitly.[3-3]

_Canterbury Tales. The Marchantes Tale. Line 585._


    Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.[3-4]

_Canterbury Tales. The Reves Prologue. Line 3880._


    The gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men.

_Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4051._


    So was hire joly whistle wel ywette.

_Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4153._


    In his owen grese I made him frie.[3-5]

_Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 6069._


    And for to see, and eek for to be seie.[3-6]

_Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134._


    I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke,
    That hath but on hole for to sterten to.[4-1]

_Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6154._


    Loke who that is most vertuous alway,
    Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay
    To do the gentil dedes that he can,
    And take him for the gretest gentilman.

_Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695._


    That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.[4-2]

_Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6752._


    This flour of wifly patience.

_Canterbury Tales. The Clerkes Tale. Part v. Line 8797._


    They demen gladly to the badder end.

_Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10538._


    Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone,
    That shall eat with a fend.[4-3]

_Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10916._


                        Fie on possession,
    But if a man be vertuous withal.

_Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998._


    Truth is the highest thing that man may keep.

_Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Tale. Line 11789._


    Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.[4-4]

_Canterbury Tales. The Monkes Tale. Line 1449._


    Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.[5-1]

_Canterbury Tales. The Nonnes Preestes Tale. Line 15058._


    But all thing which that shineth as the gold
    Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.[5-2]

_Canterbury Tales. The Chanones Yemannes Tale. Line 16430._


    The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere,
    Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge.

_Canterbury Tales. The Manciples Tale. Line 17281._


    The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate.[5-3]

_Canterbury Tales. Persones Tale._


    Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.[5-4]

_Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 470._


    Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake.

_Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 1201._


    For of fortunes sharpe adversite,
    The worst kind of infortune is this,--
    A man that hath been in prosperite,
    And it remember whan it passed is.

_Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1625._


    He helde about him alway, out of drede,
    A world of folke.

_Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1721._


    One eare it heard, at the other out it went.[6-1]

_Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 435._


    Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.[6-2]

_Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 525._


    I am right sorry for your heavinesse.

_Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 146._


    Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie!

_Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 1798._


    Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse.

_The Court of Love. Line 178._


    The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,[6-3]
    Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering.

_The Assembly of Fowles. Line 1._


    For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe,
    Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere;
    And out of old bookes, in good faithe,
    Cometh al this new science that men lere.

_The Assembly of Fowles. Line 22._


    Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord.

_The Assembly of Fowles. Line 379._


    O little booke, thou art so unconning,
    How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede?

_The Flower and the Leaf. Line 59._


                 Of all the floures in the mede,
    Than love I most these floures white and rede,
    Soch that men callen daisies in our toun.

_Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 41._


    That well by reason men it call may
    The daisie, or els the eye of the day,
    The emprise, and floure of floures all.

_Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 183._


    For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.[6-4]

_The Ten Commandments of Love._


FOOTNOTES:

[2-1] In allusion to the proverb, "Every honest miller has a
    golden thumb."

[2-2] Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.--HEYWOOD:
    _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._

    Wode has erys, felde has sigt.--_King Edward and the Shepard, MS.
    Circa 1300._

    Walls have ears.--HAZLITT: _English Proverbs, etc._ (_ed. 1869_)
    _p. 446._

[3-1] Also in _Troilus and Cresseide, line 1587._

    To make a virtue of necessity.--SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of
    Verona, act iv. sc. 2._ MATTHEW HENRY: _Comm. on Ps. xxxvii._
    DRYDEN: _Palamon and Arcite._

    In the additions of Hadrianus Julius to the _Adages_ of Erasmus,
    he remarks, under the head of _Necessitatem edere_, that a very
    familiar proverb was current among his countrymen,--"Necessitatem
    in virtutem commutare" (To make necessity a virtue).

    Laudem virtutis necessitati damus (We give to necessity the praise
    of virtue).--QUINTILIAN: _Inst. Orat. i. 8. 14._

[3-2] Haste makes waste.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbs, part i. chap. ii._

    Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.--PUBLIUS SYRUS:
    _Maxim 357._

[3-3] Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting
    solidity or exactness of beauty.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Pericles._

[3-4] E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.--GRAY: _Elegy,
    Stanza 23._

[3-5] Frieth in her own grease.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbs, part i. chap.
    xi._

[3-6] To see and to be seen.--BEN JONSON: _Epithalamion, st. iii.
    line 4._ GOLDSMITH: _Citizen of the World, letter 71._

    Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsæ (They come to see;
    they come that they themselves may be seen).--OVID: _The Art of
    Love, i. 99._

[4-1] Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is
    which never entrusts his life to one hole only.--PLAUTUS:
    _Truculentus, act iv. sc. 4._

    The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
    Can never be a mouse of any soul.

    POPE: _Paraphrase of the Prologue, line 298._

[4-2] Handsome is that handsome does.--GOLDSMITH: _Vicar of
    Wakefield, chap. i._

[4-3] Hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the
    devill.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._

    He must have a long spoon that must eat with the
    devil.--SHAKESPEARE: _Comedy of Errors, act iv. sc. 3._

[4-4] Thales was asked what was very difficult; he said, "To know
    one's self."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Thales, ix._

    Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
    The proper study of mankind is man.

    POPE: _Epistle ii. line 1._

[5-1]
    Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2._

[5-2] Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the _Parabolae_ of ALANUS
    DE INSULIS, who died in 1294,--Non teneas aurum totum quod
    splendet ut aurum (Do not hold everything as gold which shines
    like gold).

    All is not golde that outward shewith bright.--LYDGATE: _On the
    Mutability of Human Affairs._

    Gold all is not that doth golden seem.--SPENSER: _Faerie Queene,
    book ii. canto viii. st. 14._

    All that glisters is not gold.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice,
    act ii. sc. 7._ GOOGE: _Eglogs, etc., 1563._ HERBERT: _Jacula
    Prudentum._

    All is not gold that glisteneth.--MIDDLETON: _A Fair Quarrel,
    verse 1._

    All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.--DRYDEN: _The Hind
    and the Panther._

    Que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire (Everything is not gold that
    one sees shining).--_Li Diz de freire Denise Cordelier, circa
    1300._

[5-3] Many small make a great.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes. part i. chap.
    xi._

[5-4] Of two evils the less is always to be chosen.--THOMAS À
    KEMPIS: _Imitation of Christ, book ii. chap. xii._ HOOKER:
    _Polity, book v. chap. lxxxi._

    Of two evils I have chose the least.--PRIOR: _Imitation of
    Horace._

    E duobus malis minimum eligendum (Of two evils, the least should
    be chosen).--ERASMUS: _Adages._ CICERO: _De Officiis, iii. 1._

[6-1] Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.--HEYWOOD:
    _Proverbes, part ii. chap. ix._

[6-2] This wonder lasted nine daies.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part
    ii. chap. i._

[6-3] Ars longa, vita brevis (Art is long: life is
    brief).--HIPPOCRATES: _Aphorism i._

[6-4] Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.--HEYWOOD:
    _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._



THOMAS À KEMPIS. 1380-1471.

     Man proposes, but God disposes.[7-1]

_Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 19._


     And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.[7-2]

_Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 23._


     Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.[7-3]

_Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Chap. 12._


FOOTNOTES:

[7-1] This expression is of much greater antiquity. It appears in
    the _Chronicle of Battel Abbey, p. 27_ (Lower's translation), and
    in _The Vision of Piers Ploughman, line 13994_. ed. _1550_.

    A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his
    steps.--_Proverbs xvi. 9._

[7-2] Out of syght, out of mynd.--GOOGE: _Eglogs. 1563._

    And out of mind as soon as out of sight.

    Lord BROOKE: _Sonnet lvi._


    Fer from eze, fer from herte,
    Quoth Hendyng.

    HENDYNG: _Proverbs, MSS. Circa 1320._


    I do perceive that the old proverbis be not alwaies trew, for I do
    finde that the absence of my Nath. doth breede in me the more
    continuall remembrance of him.--_Anne Lady Bacon to Jane Lady
    Cornwallis, 1613._

    On page 19 of _The Private Correspondence of Lady Cornwallis_, Sir
    Nathaniel Bacon speaks of the _owlde proverbe_, "Out of sighte,
    out of mynde."

[7-3] See Chaucer, page 5.



JOHN FORTESCUE. _Circa_ 1395-1485.

     Moche Crye and no Wull.[7-4]

_De Laudibus Leg. Angliæ. Chap. x._


     Comparisons are odious.[7-5]

_De Laudibus Leg. Angliæ. Chap. xix._


FOOTNOTES:

[7-4] All cry and no wool.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i.
    line 852._

[7-5] CERVANTES: _Don Quixote_ (Lockhart's ed.), _part ii. chap.
    i._ LYLY: _Euphues, 1580._ MARLOWE: _Lust's Dominion, act iii. sc.
    4._ BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 3._ THOMAS
    HEYWOOD: _A Woman killed with Kindness_ (first ed. in 1607), _act
    i. sc. 1._ DONNE: _Elegy, viii._ HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._
    GRANGE: _Golden Aphrodite._

    Comparisons are odorous.--SHAKESPEARE: _Much Ado about Nothing,
    act iii. sc. 5._



JOHN SKELTON. _Circa_ 1460-1529.

    There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God,
    Than from theyr children to spare the rod.[8-1]

_Magnyfycence. Line 1954._


    He ruleth all the roste.[8-2]

_Why Come ye not to Courte. Line 198._


    In the spight of his teeth.[8-3]

_Colyn Cloute. Line 939._


    He knew what is what.[8-4]

_Colyn Cloute. Line 1106._


    By hoke ne by croke.[8-5]

_Colyn Cloute. Line 1240._


    The wolfe from the dore.

_Colyn Cloute. Line 1531._


          Old proverbe says,
    That byrd ys not honest
    That fyleth hys owne nest.[8-6]

_Poems against Garnesche._


FOOTNOTES:

[8-1] He that spareth the rod hateth his son.--_Proverbs xiii.
    24._

    They spare the rod and spoyl the child.--RALPH VENNING: _Mysteries
    and Revelations_ (second ed.), _p. 5. 1649._

    Spare the rod and spoil the child.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, pt. ii. c.
    i. l. 843._

[8-2] Rule the rost.--HEYWOOD: _Proverbes, part i. chap. v._

    Her that ruled the rost.--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _History of Women._

    Rules the roast.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act ii.
    sc. 1._ SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._

[8-3] In spite of my teeth.--MIDDLETON: _A Trick to catch the Old
    One, act i. sc. 2._ FIELDING: _Eurydice Hissed._

[8-4] He knew what 's what.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i.
    line 149._

[8-5] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.--SPENSER: _Faerie
    Queene, book iii. canto i. st. 17._

[8-6] It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.--HEYWOOD:
    _Proverbes, part ii. chap. v._



JOHN HEYWOOD.[8-7] _Circa_ 1565.

    The loss of wealth is loss of dirt,
    As sages in all times assert;
    The happy man 's without a shirt.

_Be Merry Friends._


    Let the world slide,[9-1] let the world go;
    A fig for care, and a fig for woe!
    If I can't pay, why I can owe,
    And death makes equal the high and low.

_Be Merry Friends._


    All a green willow, willow,
    All a green willow is my garland.

_The Green Willow._


    Haste maketh waste.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii._


    Beware of, Had I wist.[9-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii._


    Good to be merie and wise.[9-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii._


    Beaten with his owne rod.[9-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii._


    Look ere ye leape.[9-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii._


    He that will not when he may,
    When he would he shall have nay.[9-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    The fat is in the fire.[9-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    When the sunne shineth, make hay.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    When the iron is hot, strike.[10-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    The tide tarrieth no man.[10-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    Than catch and hold while I may, fast binde, fast finde.[10-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    And while I at length debate and beate the bush,
    There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.[10-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.[10-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


    So many heads so many wits.[10-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


          Wedding is destiny,
    And hanging likewise.[10-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


     Happy man, happy dole.[11-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii._


     God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     Like will to like.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     A hard beginning maketh a good ending.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     When the skie falth we shall have Larkes.[11-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     More frayd then hurt.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.[11-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     Nothing is impossible to a willing hart.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv._


     The wise man sayth, store is no sore.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     Let the world wagge,[11-4] and take mine ease in myne Inne.[11-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     Rule the rost.[11-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     Hold their noses to grinstone.[11-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     Better to give then to take.[11-8]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     When all candles bee out, all cats be gray.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


     No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.[11-9]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v._


    I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.[12-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vi._


    A sleveless errand.[12-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vii._


    We both be at our wittes end.[12-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii._


    Reckeners without their host must recken twice.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii._


    A day after the faire.[12-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii._


    Cut my cote after my cloth.[12-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii._


    The neer to the church, the further from God.[12-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    Better is to bow then breake.[12-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    It hurteth not the toung to give faire words.[12-8]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    Two heads are better then one.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    A short horse is soone currid.[12-9]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    To tell tales out of schoole.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    To hold with the hare and run with the hound.[12-10]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.[13-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    All is well that endes well.[13-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Of a good beginning cometh a good end.[13-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Shee had seene far in a milstone.[13-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Better late than never.[13-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.[13-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


                           Pryde will have a fall;
    For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.[13-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.[13-8]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    The still sowe eats up all the draffe.[13-9]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Ill weede growth fast.[13-10]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


                  It is a deere collop
    That is cut out of th' owne flesh.[14-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Beggars should be no choosers.[14-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x._


    Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.[14-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.[14-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    To robbe Peter and pay Poule.[14-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    A man may well bring a horse to the water,
    But he cannot make him drinke without he will.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.[14-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.[14-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.[14-8]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.[15-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Rome was not built in one day.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Yee have many strings to your bowe.[15-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Many small make a great.[15-3]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Better is halfe a lofe than no bread.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Nought venter nought have.[15-4]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Children and fooles cannot lye.[15-5]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Set all at sixe and seven.[15-6]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    All is fish that comth to net.[15-7]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?[15-8]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    One good turne asketh another.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    By hooke or crooke.[15-9]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    She frieth in her owne grease.[16-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    I pray thee let me and my fellow have
    A haire of the dog that bit us last night.[16-2]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


                                    But in deede,
    A friend is never knowne till a man have neede.

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi._


    This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.[16-3]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i._


    New brome swepth cleene.[16-4]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i._


    All thing is the woorse for the wearing.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i._


    Burnt child fire dredth.[16-5]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii._


    All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.[16-6]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii._


    Love me litle, love me long.[16-7]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii._


    A fooles bolt is soone shot.[16-8]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iii._


    A woman hath nine lives like a cat.[16-9]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    A peny for your thought.[16-10]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    You stand in your owne light.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    Though chaunge be no robbry.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    Might have gone further and have fared worse.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    The grey mare is the better horse.[17-1]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv._


    Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.[17-2]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Small pitchers have wyde eares.[17-3]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Many hands make light warke.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.[17-4]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.[17-5]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    There is no fire without some smoke.[17-6]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    One swallow maketh not summer.[17-7]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.[17-8]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    A cat may looke on a King.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.[18-1]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Have yee him on the hip.[18-2]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.[18-3]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


                              It had need to bee
    A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.[18-4]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.[18-5]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Time trieth troth in every doubt.[18-6]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    Mad as a march hare.[18-7]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


        Much water goeth by the mill
    That the miller knoweth not of.[18-8]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v._


    He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.[18-9]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    Set the cart before the horse.[18-10]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    The moe the merrier.[19-1]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.[19-2]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


                            It is better to be
    An old man's derling than a yong man's werling.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


                      Be the day never so long,
    Evermore at last they ring to evensong.[19-3]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    The moone is made of a greene cheese.[19-4]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    I know on which side my bread is buttred.

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii._


    It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.[19-5]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. viii._


    Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee
    That wilfully will neither heare nor see?[19-6]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    The wrong sow by th' eare.[19-7]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.[19-8]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    Love me, love my dog.[19-9]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.[20-1]

_Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix._


    For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell.[20-2]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    Would yee both eat your cake and have your cake?[20-3]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    Every man for himselfe and God for us all.[20-4]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.[20-5]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix._


    This hitteth the naile on the hed.[20-6]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi._


    Enough is as good as a feast.[20-7]

_Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi._


FOOTNOTES:

[8-7] The _Proverbes_ of John Heywood is the earliest collection
    of English colloquial sayings. It was first printed in 1546. The
    title of the edition of 1562 is, _John Heywoodes Woorkes. A
    Dialogue conteyning the number of the effectuall proverbes in the
    English tounge, compact in a matter concernynge two maner of
    Maryages_, etc. The selection here given is from the edition of
    1874 (a reprint of 1598), edited by Julian Sharman.

[9-1] Let the world slide.--_Towneley Mysteries, p. 101_ (1420).
    SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, induc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND
    FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act v. sc. 2._

[9-2] A common exclamation of regret occurring in Spenser,
    Harrington, and the older writers. An earlier instance of the
    phrase occurs in the _Towneley Mysteries_.

[9-3] 'T is good to be merry and wise.--JONSON, CHAPMAN, MARSTON:
    _Eastward Ho, act i. sc. 1._ BURNS: _Here 's a health to them that
    's awa'._

[9-4]
                               don fust
            C'on kint souvent est-on batu.
    (By his own stick the prudent one is often beaten.)

    _Roman du Renart, circa 1300._

[9-5] Look ere thou leap.--In _Tottel's Miscellany, 1557_; and in
    Tusser's _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Of Wiving and
    Thriving. 1573._

    Thou shouldst have looked before thou hadst leapt.--JONSON,
    CHAPMAN, MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act v. sc. 1._

    Look before you ere you leap.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, pt. ii. c. ii.
    l. 502._

[9-6]
    He that will not when he may,
    When he will he shall have nay.

    BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. iii. sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5._


    He that wold not when he might,
    He shall not when he wolda.

    _The Baffled Knight._ PERCY: _Reliques_.

[9-7] All the fatt 's in the fire.--MARSTON: _What You Will.
    1607._

[10-1] You should hammer your iron when it is glowing
    hot.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 262._

    Strike whilst the iron is hot.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xxxi._
    WEBSTER: _Westward Hoe._ _Tom A'Lincolne._ FARQUHAR: _The Beaux'
    Stratagem, iv. 1._

[10-2]
    Hoist up saile while gale doth last,
    Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure.

    ROBERT SOUTHWELL: _St. Peter's Complaint. 1595._


    Nae man can tether time or tide.--BURNS: _Tam O' Shanter._

[10-3]
                Fast bind, fast find;
    A proverb never stale in thrifty mind.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5._


    Also in _Jests of Scogin. 1565._

[10-4] It is this proverb which Henry V. is reported to have
    uttered at the siege of Orleans. "Shall I beat the bush and
    another take the bird?" said King Henry.

[10-5] Entre deux arcouns chet cul à terre (Between two stools one
    sits on the ground).--_Les Proverbes del Vilain, MS. Bodleian.
    Circa 1303._

    S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul à terre (One falls to the
    ground in trying to sit on two stools).--RABELAIS: _book i. chap.
    ii._

[10-6] As many men, so many minds.--TERENCE: _Phormio, ii. 3._

    As the saying is, So many heades, so many wittes.--QUEEN
    ELIZABETH: _Godly Meditacyon of the Christian Sowle. 1548._

    So many men so many mindes.--GASCOIGNE: _Glass of Government._

[10-7] Hanging and wiving go by destiny.--_The Schole-hous for
    Women. 1541._ SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act 2. sc. 9._

    Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in
    heaven.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2, mem. 5,
    subs. 5._

[11-1] Happy man be his dole--SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives, act iii.
    sc. 4_; _Winter's Tale, act i. sc. 2_. BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i.
    canto iii. line 168._

[11-2] Si les nues tomboyent esperoyt prendre les alouettes (If
    the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks).--RABELAIS: _book i.
    chap. xi._

[11-3] To cast beyond the moon, is a phrase in frequent use by the
    old writers. LYLY: _Euphues, p. 78._ THOMAS HEYWOOD: _A Woman
    Killed with Kindness._

[11-4] Let the world slide.--SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew,
    ind. 1_; and, Let the world slip, _ind. 2_.

[11-5] Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?--SHAKESPEARE: _1
    Henry IV. act iii. sc. 2._

[11-6] See Skelton, page 8. SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry VI. act i. sc.
    1._ THOMAS HEYWOOD: _History of Women._

[11-7] Hold their noses to the grindstone.--MIDDLETON: _Blurt,
    Master-Constable, act iii. sc. 3._

[11-8] It is more blessed to give than to receive.--_John xx. 35._

[11-9] This proverb occurs in Rabelais, book i. chap. xi.; in
    _Vulgaria Stambrigi, circa 1510_; in Butler, part i. canto i. line
    490. Archbishop Trench says this proverb is certainly as old as
    Jerome of the fourth century, who, when some found fault with
    certain writings of his, replied that they were free-will
    offerings, and that it did not behove to look a gift horse in the
    mouth.

[12-1] RABELAIS: _book iv. chap. liv._ At my fingers'
    ends.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act i. sc. 3._

[12-2] The origin of the word "sleveless," in the sense of
    unprofitable, has defied the most careful research. It is
    frequently found allied to other substantives. Bishop Hall speaks
    of the "sleveless tale of transubstantiation," and Milton writes
    of a "sleveless reason." Chaucer uses it in the _Testament of
    Love_.--SHARMAN.

[12-3] At their wit's end.--_Psalm cvii. 27._

[12-4] THOMAS HEYWOOD: _If you know not me, etc., 1605._ TARLTON:
    _Jests, 1611._

[12-5] A relic of the Sumptuary Laws. One of the earliest
    instances occurs, 1530, in the interlude of _Godly Queene Hester_.

[12-6] Qui est près de l'église est souvent loin de Dieu (He who
    is near the Church is often far from God).--_Les Proverbes
    Communs. Circa 1500._

[12-7]
    Rather to bowe than breke is profitable;
    Humylite is a thing commendable.

    _The Morale Proverbs of Cristyne_; translated from the French
    (1390) by Earl Rivers, and printed by Caxton in 1478.

[12-8] Fair words never hurt the tongue.--JONSON, CHAPMAN,
    MARSTON: _Eastward Ho, act iv. sc. 1._

[12-9] FLETCHER: _Valentinian, act ii. sc. 1._

[12-10] HUMPHREY ROBERT: _Complaint for Reformation, 1572._ LYLY:
    _Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 107_.

[13-1] Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.--SIR H.
    SHERES: _Satyr on the Sea Officers._ TOM BROWN: _Æneus Sylvius's
    Letter._ DRYDEN: _Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._

[13-2] Si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit (If the end be well,
    all will be well).--_Gestæ Romanorum. Tale lxvii._

[13-3]
    Who that well his warke beginneth,
    The rather a good ende he winneth.

    GOWER: _Confessio Amantis._

[13-4] LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 288_.

[13-5] TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, An
    Habitation Enforced._ BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress._ MATHEW HENRY:
    _Commentaries, Matthew xxi._ MURPHY: _The School for Guardians._

    Potius sero quam nunquam (Rather late than never).--LIVY: _iv. ii.
    11._

[13-6] Quant le cheval est emblé dounke ferme fols l'estable (When
    the horse has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable).--_Les
    Proverbes del Vilain._

[13-7] Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before
    a fall.--_Proverbs xvi. 18._

    Pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde.--_Treatise of a
    Gallant. Circa 1510._

[13-8] She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth.--SWIFT:
    _Polite Conversation._

[13-9] 'T is old, but true, still swine eat all the
    draff.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives of Windsor, act iv. sc. 2._

[13-10] Ewyl weed ys sone y-growe.--_MS. Harleian, circa 1490._

    An ill weed grows apace.--CHAPMAN: _An Humorous Day's Mirth._

    Great weeds do grow apace.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard III. act ii. sc.
    4._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Coxcomb, act iv. sc. 4._

[14-1] God knows thou art a collop of my flesh.--SHAKESPEARE: _1
    Henry VI. act v. sc. 4._

[14-2] Beggars must be no choosers.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The
    Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3._

[14-3] Þet coc is kene on his owne mixenne.--_Þe Ancren Riwle.
    Circa 1250._

[14-4] The stone that is rolling can gather no moss.--TUSSER:
    _Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry._

    A rolling stone gathers no moss.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 524._
    GOSSON: _Ephemerides of Phialo._ MARSTON: _The Fawn._

    Pierre volage ne queult mousse (A rolling stone gathers no
    moss).--_De l'hermite qui se désespéra pour le larron que ala en
    paradis avant que lui_, 13th century.

[14-5] To rob Peter and pay Paul is said to have derived its
    origin when, in the reign of Edward VI., the lands of St. Peter at
    Westminster were appropriated to raise money for the repair of St.
    Paul's in London.

[14-6]
                    You know that love
    Will creep in service when it cannot go.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 2._

[14-7] Shakespeare alludes to this proverb in _Macbeth_:--

    Letting I dare not wait upon I would,
    Like the poor cat i' the adage.

    Cat lufat visch, ac he nele his feth wete.--_MS. Trinity College,
    Cambridge, circa 1250._

[14-8] Whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely
    steede.--WHETSTONE: _Promos and Cassandra. 1578._

            While the grass grows--
    The proverb is something musty.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act iii. sc. 4._

[15-1] An earlier instance occurs in Heywood, in his "Dialogue on
    Wit and Folly," _circa_ 1530.

[15-2] Two strings to his bow.--HOOKER: _Polity, book v. chap.
    lxxx._ CHAPMAN: _D'Ambois, act ii. sc. 3._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
    iii. canto i. line 1._ CHURCHILL: _The Ghost, book iv._ FIELDING:
    _Love in Several Masques, sc. 13._

[15-3] See Chaucer, page 5.

[15-4] Naught venture naught have.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points
    of Good Husbandry. October Abstract._

[15-5] 'T is an old saw, Children and fooles speake true.--LYLY:
    _Endymion._

[15-6] Set all on sex and seven.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide,
    book iv. line 623_; also _Towneley Mysteries_.

    At six and seven.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard II. act ii. sc. 2._

[15-7] All 's fish they get that cometh to net.--TUSSER: _Five
    Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. February Abstract._

    Where all is fish that cometh to net.--GASCOIGNE: _Steele Glas.
    1575._

[15-8] Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.--BURTON: _Anatomy
    of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._

[15-9] This phrase derives its origin from the custom of certain
    manors where tenants are authorized to take fire-bote _by hook or
    by crook_; that is, so much of the underwood as many be cut with a
    crook, and so much of the loose timber as may be collected from
    the boughs by means of a hook. One of the earliest citations of
    this proverb occurs in John Wycliffe's _Controversial Tracts,
    circa 1370_.--See Skelton, page 8. RABELAIS: _book v. chap. xiii._
    DU BARTAS: _The Map of Man._ SPENSER: _Faerie Queene, book iii.
    canto i. st. 17._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Women Pleased, act. i.
    sc. 3._

[16-1] See Chaucer, page 3.

[16-2] In old receipt books we find it invariably advised that an
    inebriate should drink sparingly in the morning some of the same
    liquor which he had drunk to excess over-night.

[16-3] See Chaucer, page 6.

[16-4] Ah, well I wot that a new broome sweepeth cleane--LYLY:
    _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 89._

[16-5]
    Brend child fur dredth,
    Quoth Hendyng.

    _Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS._


    A burnt child dreadeth the fire.--LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's
    reprint), _p. 319._

[16-6] You do not speak gospel.--RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xiii._

[16-7] MARLOWE: _Jew of Malta, act iv. sc. 6._ BACON:
    _Formularies._

[16-8] Sottes bolt is sone shote.--_Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS._

[16-9] It has been the Providence of Nature to give this creature
    nine lives instead of one.--PILPAY: _The Greedy and Ambitious Cat,
    fable iii._ B. C.

[16-10] LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 80._

[17-1] _Pryde and Abuse of Women. 1550. The Marriage of True Wit
    and Science._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto i. line 698._
    FIELDING: _The Grub Street Opera, act ii. sc. 4._ PRIOR: _Epilogue
    to Lucius._

    Lord Macaulay (_History of England, vol. i. chap. iii._) thinks
    that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to
    the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of
    England. Macaulay, however, is writing of the latter half of the
    seventeenth century, while the proverb was used a century earlier.

[17-2] See Chaucer, page 6.

    Two may keep counsel when the third 's away.--SHAKESPEARE: _Titus
    Andronicus, act iv. sc. 2._

[17-3] Pitchers have ears.--SHAKESPEARE: _Richard III. act ii. sc.
    4._

[17-4] See Chaucer, page 3.

[17-5] Thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into Gods
    blessing.--LYLY: _Euphues._

    Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest
    To the warm sun.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Lear, act ii. sc. 2._

[17-6] Ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some
    fire.--LYLY: _Euphues_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 153._

[17-7] One swallowe prouveth not that summer is
    neare.--NORTHBROOKE: _Treatise against Dancing. 1577._

[17-8] See Chaucer, page 2.

[18-1] See Skelton, page 8.

[18-2] I have thee on the hip.--SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice,
    act iv. sc. 1; Othello, act ii. sc. 7._

[18-3] See Chaucer, page 4.

[18-4]
    A hardy mouse that is bold to breede
    In cattis eeris.

    _Order of Foles. MS. circa 1450._

[18-5] The same in _Don Quixote_ (Lockhart's ed.), _part i. book
    iii. chap. iv._ BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress._ FLETCHER: _The
    Wild-Goose Chase, act iv. sc. 3._

[18-6] Time trieth truth.--_Tottel's Miscellany, reprint 1867, p.
    221._

    Time tries the troth in everything.--TUSSER: _Five Hundred Points
    of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle, chap. i._

[18-7] I saye, thou madde March hare.--SKELTON: _Replycation
    against certayne yong scolers._

[18-8]
         More water glideth by the mill
    Than wots the miller of.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Titus Andronicus, act ii. sc. 7._

[18-9] An earlier instance of this proverb occurs in Heywood's
    _Johan the Husbande. 1533._

    He must needs go whom the devil drives.--SHAKESPEARE: _All's Well
    that Ends Well, act i. sc. 3._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i.
    book iv. chap. iv._ GOSSON: _Ephemerides of Phialo._ PEELE:
    _Edward I._

[18-10] Others set carts before the horses.--RABELAIS: _book v.
    chap. xxii._

[19-1] GASCOIGNE: _Roses, 1575._ _Title of a Book of Epigrams,
    1608._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Scornful Lady, act i. sc. 1_;
    _The Sea Voyage, act i. sc. 2_.

[19-2] To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a
    feast.--SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act iv. sc. 2._

[19-3]
    Be the day short or never so long,
    At length it ringeth to even song.

    Quoted at the Stake by George Tankerfield (1555).


    FOX: _Book of Martyrs, chap. vii. p. 346._

[19-4] _Jack Jugler, p. 46._ RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._
    BLACKLOCH: _Hatchet of Heresies, 1565._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
    ii. canto iii. line 263._

[19-5] What is bred in the bone will never come out of the
    flesh.--PILPAY: _The Two Fishermen, fable xiv._

    It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone.--JONSON:
    _Every Man in his Humour, act i. sc. 1._

[19-6] None so deaf as those that will not hear.--MATHEW HENRY:
    _Commentaries. Psalm lviii._

[19-7] He has the wrong sow by the ear.--JONSON: _Every Man in his
    Humour, act ii. sc. 1._

[19-8] See Chaucer, page 6.

[19-9] CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears, 1612._

    A proverb in the time of Saint Bernard was, Qui me amat, amet et
    canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also).--_Sermo Primus._



THOMAS TUSSER. _Circa_ 1515-1580.

    God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.[20-8]

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry._


    Except wind stands as never it stood,
    It is an ill wind turns none to good.

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties
of Wind._


    At Christmas play and make good cheer,
    For Christmas comes but once a year.

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. The Farmer's Daily Diet._


    Such, mistress, such Nan,
    Such master, such man.[21-1]

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. April's Abstract._


    Who goeth a borrowing
    Goeth a sorrowing.

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. June's Abstract._


    'T is merry in hall
    Where beards wag all.[21-2]

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. August's Abstract._


    Naught venture naught have.[21-3]

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October's Abstract._


    Dry sun, dry wind;
    Safe bind, safe find.[21-4]

_Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing._


FOOTNOTES:

[20-1]
    _Falstaff._ What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

    _Pistol._ Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.

    SHAKESPEARE: _2 Henry IV. act v. sc. 3._

[20-2] Give an inch, he 'll take an ell.--WEBSTER: _Sir Thomas
    Wyatt._

[20-3] Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?--HERBERT: _The
    Size._

[20-4] Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for
    all.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. i. mem. iii._

[20-5] For buying or selling of pig in a poke.--TUSSER: _Five
    Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. September Abstract._

[20-6] You have there hit the nail on the head.--RABELAIS: _bk.
    iii. ch. xxxi._

[20-7] _Dives and Pauper, 1493._ GASCOIGNE: _Poesies, 1575._ POPE:
    _Horace, book i. Ep. vii. line 24._ FIELDING: _Covent Garden
    Tragedy, act v. sc. 1._ BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii.
    sc. 1._

[20-8] God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.--JOHN TAYLOR:
    _Works, vol. ii. p. 85_ (1630). RAY: _Proverbs._ GARRICK:
    _Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation._

[21-1] On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliothèque Royale,
    we owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard: "Tel maître, tel valet."

[21-2]
    Merry swithe it is in halle,
    When the beards waveth alle.

    _Life of Alexander, 1312._


    This has been wrongly attributed to Adam Davie. There the line
    runs,--

    Swithe mury hit is in halle,
    When burdes waiven alle.

[21-3] See Heywood, page 15.

[21-4] See Heywood, page 10. SHAKESPEARE: _Merchant of Venice, act
    ii. sc. 5._



RICHARD EDWARDS. _Circa_ 1523-1566.

    The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[21-5]

_The Paradise of Dainty Devices._


FOOTNOTES:

[21-5] The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.--PUBLIUS
    SYRUS: _Maxim 24._

    Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.--LYLY:
    _Euphues._

    The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love.--BURTON:
    _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2._

    Amantium iræ amoris integratiost (The quarrels of lovers are the
    renewal of love).--TERENCE: _Andria, act iii. sc. 5._



EDWARD DYER. _Circa_ 1540-1607.

        My mind to me a kingdom is;
          Such present joys therein I find,
        That it excels all other bliss
          That earth affords or grows by kind:
    Though much I want which most would have,
    Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

_MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17._[22-1]


    Some have too much, yet still do crave;
      I little have, and seek no more:
    They are but poor, though much they have,
      And I am rich with little store:
    They poor, I rich; they beg, I give;
    They lack, I have; they pine, I live.

_MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17._


FOOTNOTES:

[22-1] There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British
    Museum. Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in
    J. Sylvester's Works, p. 651.--HANNAH: _Courtly Poets._

    My mind to me a kingdom is;
      Such perfect joy therein I find,
    As far exceeds all earthly bliss
      That God and Nature hath assigned.
    Though much I want that most would have,
    Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

    BYRD: _Psalmes, Sonnets, etc. 1588._


    My mind to me an empire is,
    While grace affordeth health.

    ROBERT SOUTHWELL (1560-1595): _Loo Home._


    Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a
    kingdom).--SENECA: _Thyestes, ii. 380._



BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607.

    I cannot eat but little meat,
      My stomach is not good;
    But sure I think that I can drink
      With him that wears a hood.

_Gammer Gurton's Needle._[22-2] _Act ii._


    Back and side go bare, go bare,
      Both foot and hand go cold;
    But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
      Whether it be new or old.

_Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii._


FOOTNOTES:

[22-2] Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than _Gammer
    Gurton's Needle_. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp.
    vii-x, _note_.



THOMAS STERNHOLD. _Circa_ 1549.

    The Lord descended from above
      And bow'd the heavens high;
    And underneath his feet he cast
      The darkness of the sky.

    On cherubs and on cherubims
      Full royally he rode;
    And on the wings of all the winds
      Came flying all abroad.

_A Metrical Version of Psalm civ._



MATHEW ROYDON. _Circa_ 1586.

    A sweet attractive kinde of grace,
    A full assurance given by lookes,
    Continuall comfort in a face
    The lineaments of Gospell bookes.

_An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill._[23-1]


    Was never eie did see that face,
      Was never eare did heare that tong,
    Was never minde did minde his grace,
      That ever thought the travell long;
        But eies and eares and ev'ry thought
        Were with his sweete perfections caught.

_An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill._


FOOTNOTES:

[23-1] This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in _The
    Phoenix' Nest, 4to, 1593_, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown
    that it was written by Mathew Roydon.



SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634.

    The gladsome light of jurisprudence.

_First Institute._


     Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is
     nothing else but reason. . . . The law, which is perfection of
     reason.[24-1]

_First Institute._


     For a man's house is his castle, _et domus sua cuique tutissimum
     refugium_.[24-2]

_Third Institute. Page 162._


     The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as
     well for his defence against injury and violence as for his
     repose.

_Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91._


     They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor
     excommunicate, for they have no souls.

_Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32._


     Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign.

_Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1628._


    Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six,
    Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix.[24-3]

Translation of lines quoted by Coke.


FOOTNOTES:

[24-1] Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law
    that is not reason.--SIR JOHN POWELL: _Coggs_ vs. _Bernard, 2 Ld.
    Raym. Rep. p. 911._

[24-2] _Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando._

[24-3]
    Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven;
    Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.

    Sir WILLIAM JONES.



GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598.

    His golden locks time hath to silver turned;
      O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing!
    His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,
      But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing.

_Sonnet. Polyhymnia._


    His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
      And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms;
    A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
      And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms.

_Sonnet. Polyhymnia._


    My merry, merry, merry roundelay
      Concludes with Cupid's curse:
    They that do change old love for new,
      Pray gods, they change for worse!

_Cupid's Curse._



SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618.

    If all the world and love were young,
    And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
    These pretty pleasures might me move
    To live with thee, and be thy love.

_The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd._


    Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not;
    I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not.

_Fain Would I._


    Passions are likened best to floods and streams:
    The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[25-1]

_The Silent Lover._


    Silence in love bewrays more woe
      Than words, though ne'er so witty:
    A beggar that is dumb, you know,
      May challenge double pity.

_The Silent Lover._


    Go, Soul, the body's guest,
      Upon a thankless arrant:
    Fear not to touch the best,
      The truth shall be thy warrant:
        Go, since I needs must die,
        And give the world the lie.

_The Lie._


    Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.[26-1]

_Verses to Edmund Spenser._


    Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout,
    Rather than live in snuff, will be put out.

_On the snuff of a candle the night before he died._--Raleigh's _Remains,
p. 258, ed. 1661._


    Even such is time, that takes in trust
    Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
    And pays us but with age and dust;
    Who in the dark and silent grave,
    When we have wandered all our ways,
    Shuts up the story of our days.
    But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
    My God shall raise me up, I trust!

_Written the night before his death.--Found in his Bible in the
Gate-house at Westminster._


    Shall I, like an hermit, dwell
    On a rock or in a cell?

_Poem._


    If she undervalue me,
    What care I how fair she be?[26-2]

_Poem._


    If she seem not chaste to me,
    What care I how chaste she be?

_Poem._


    Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.[26-3]

     [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but
     eternity hath triumphed over.

_Historie of the World. Preface._


     O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou
     hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom
     all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the
     world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre
     stretchèd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of
     man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, _Hic
     jacet!_

_Historie of the World. Book v. Part 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[25-1] Altissima quæque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest
    rivers flow with the least sound).--Q. CURTIUS, vii. 4. 13.

    Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.--SHAKESPEARE: _2
    Henry VI. act iii. sc. i._

[26-1] Methought I saw my late espoused saint.--MILTON: _Sonnet_
    xxiii.

    Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.--WORDSWORTH: _Sonnet._

[26-2]
    If she be not so to me,
    What care I how fair she be?

    GEORGE WITHER: _The Shepherd's Resolution._

[26-3] Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her
    Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If
    thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"--FULLER: _Worthies of
    England, vol. i. p. 419._



EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599.

    Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.[27-1]

_Faerie Queene. Introduction. St. 1._


    A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 1._


                    O happy earth,
    Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread!

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 9._


    The noblest mind the best contentment has.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35._


    A bold bad man.[27-2]

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 37._


                              Her angels face,
    As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright,
    And made a sunshine in the shady place.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4._


    Ay me, how many perils doe enfold
    The righteous man, to make him daily fall![27-3]

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 1._


                  As when in Cymbrian plaine
    An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting,
    Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[27-4]
    And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 11._


    Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40._


    That darksome cave they enter, where they find
    That cursed man, low sitting on the ground,
    Musing full sadly in his sullein mind.

_Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35._


    No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd,
    No arborett with painted blossoms drest
    And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd
    To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12._


    And is there care in Heaven? And is there love
    In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace?

_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1._


    How oft do they their silver bowers leave
    To come to succour us that succour want!

_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2._


    Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound.

_Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70._


    Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[28-1]
    In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28-2]

_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17._


    Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28-3]
    And her conception of the joyous Prime.

_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3._


                            Roses red and violets blew,
    And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.

_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6._


    Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28-4]

_Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54._


    Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled,
    On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled.

_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32._


    For all that Nature by her mother-wit[29-1]
    Could frame in earth.

_Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21._


    Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.

_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43._


    Who will not mercie unto others show,
    How can he mercy ever hope to have?[29-2]

_Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 42._


    The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne;
    For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed
    As by his manners.

_Faerie Queene. Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1._


    For we by conquest, of our soveraine might,
    And by eternall doome of Fate's decree,
    Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright.

_Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33._


    For of the soule the bodie forme doth take;
    For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.

_An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132._


    For all that faire is, is by nature good;[29-3]
    That is a signe to know the gentle blood.

_An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 139._


    To kerke the narre from God more farre,[29-4]
      Has bene an old-sayd sawe;
    And he that strives to touche a starre
      Oft stombles at a strawe.

_The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97._


    Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,
    What hell it is in suing long to bide:
    To loose good dayes, that might be better spent;
    To wast long nights in pensive discontent;
    To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;
    To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;
    To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30-1]
    To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne,
    To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne.
    Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end,
    That doth his life in so long tendance spend!

_Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895._


    What more felicitie can fall to creature
    Than to enjoy delight with libertie,
    And to be lord of all the workes of Nature,
    To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie,
    To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature.

_Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209._


    I hate the day, because it lendeth light
    To see all things, but not my love to see.

_Daphnaida, v. 407._


    Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid,
    Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[30-2]

_Amoretti, lxx._


    I was promised on a time
    To have reason for my rhyme;
    From that time unto this season,
    I received nor rhyme nor reason.[30-3]

_Lines on his Promised Pension._[30-4]


    Behold, whiles she before the altar stands,
    Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes,
    And blesseth her with his two happy hands.

_Epithalamion. Line 223._


FOOTNOTES:

[27-1] And moralized his song.--POPE: _Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line
    340._

[27-2] This bold bad man.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VIII. act ii. sc.
    2._ MASSINGER: _A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2._

[27-3]
    Ay me! what perils do environ
    The man that meddles with cold iron!

    BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1._

[27-4] "Milky Mothers,"--POPE: _The Dunciad, book ii. line 247._
    SCOTT: _The Monastery, chap. xxviii._

[28-1] Through thick and thin.--DRAYTON: _Nymphidiæ._ MIDDLETON:
    _The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2._ KEMP: _Nine Days' Wonder._
    BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370._ DRYDEN: _Absalom
    and Achitophel, part ii. line 414._ POPE: _Dunciad, book ii._
    COWPER: _John Gilpin._

[28-2] See Skelton, page 8.

[28-3] The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.--_Psalm
    cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer._

[28-4] De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace
    (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness).--DANTON: _Speech in
    the Legislative Assembly, 1792._

[29-1] Mother wit.--MARLOWE: _Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great,
    part i._ MIDDLETON: _Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1._
    SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1._

[29-2] Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain
    mercy.--_Matthew v. 7._

[29-3] The hand that hath made you fair hath made you
    good.--SHAKESPEARE: _Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1._

[29-4] See Heywood, page 12.

[30-1] Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and
    waste them with vexatious cares.--PLUTARCH: _Of the Training of
    Children._

                   But suffered idleness
    To eat his heart away.

    BRYANT: _Homer's Iliad, book i. line 319._

[30-2] Take Time by the forelock.--THALES (of Miletus). 636-546 B.
    C.

[30-3] Rhyme nor reason.--_Pierre Patelin_, quoted by Tyndale in
    1530. _Farce du Vendeur des Lieures_, sixteenth century. PEELE:
    _Edward I._ SHAKESPEARE: _As You Like It, act iii. sc. 2; Merry
    Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2._

    Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript
    to read, "to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said,
    "Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it
    was neither rhyme nor reason."

[30-4] FULLER: _Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379._



RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600.

     Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is
     the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things
     in heaven and earth do her homage,--the very least as feeling her
     care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.

_Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i._


     That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's
     misery.

_Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i._



JOHN LYLY. _Circa_ 1553-1601.

    Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
    At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
    He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
    His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:
    Loses them too. Then down he throws
    The coral of his lip, the rose
    Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
    With these, the crystal of his brow,
    And then the dimple on his chin:
    All these did my Campaspe win.
    At last he set her both his eyes:
    She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
      O Love! has she done this to thee?
      What shall, alas! become of me?

_Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
    The morne not waking til she sings.[32-1]

_Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely,
     but not costly.[32-2]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 39._


     Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the
     more it spreadeth.[32-3]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 46._


     The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone.

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 47._


     I cast before the Moone.[32-4]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 78._


     It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32-5]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 80._


     The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32-6] many
     strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32-7]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 81._


     He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32-8] Love knoweth no lawes.

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 84._


     Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio
     to embrace Alcmæna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a
     Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?[32-9]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 93._


     Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33-1]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 104._


     I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33-2]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 107._


     It is a world to see.[33-3]

_Euphues, 1579_ (Arber's reprint), _page 116._


     There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some
     fire.[33-4]

_Euphues and his Euphoebus, page 153._


     A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33-5]

_Euphues, page 207._


     As lyke as one pease is to another.

_Euphues, page 215._


     Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33-6]

_Euphues and his England, page 229._


     A comely olde man as busie as a bee.

_Euphues and his England, page 252._


     Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are
     commonly fortunate.

_Euphues and his England, page 279._


     Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33-7]

_Euphues and his England, page 287._


     Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a
     Milstone, but cleane through the minde.

_Euphues and his England, page 289._


     I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head.

_Euphues and his England, page 308._


     A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33-8]

_Euphues and his England, page 314._


FOOTNOTES:

[32-1]
    Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
    And Phoebus 'gins arise.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3._

[32-2]
    Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
    But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act i. sc. 3._

[32-3] The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it
    grows.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4._

[32-4] See Heywood, page 11.

[32-5] A brown study.--SWIFT: _Polite Conversation._

[32-6] Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks
    hollow.--PLUTARCH: _Of the Training of Children._

    Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a
    stone). LUCRETIUS: _i. 314._

[32-7]
    Many strokes, though with a little axe,
    Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak.

    SHAKESPEARE: _3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1._

[32-8] See Heywood, page 12.

[32-9] Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a
    bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.--BURTON:
    _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1._

[33-1] The main chance.--SHAKESPEARE: _1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1._
    BUTLER: _Hudibras, part ii. canto ii._ DRYDEN: _Persius, satire
    vi._

[33-2] See Heywood, page 12.

[33-3] 'T is a world to see.--SHAKESPEARE: _Taming of the Shrew,
    act ii. sc. 1._

[33-4] See Heywood, page 17.

[33-5] This is a sure card.--_Thersytes, circa 1550._

[33-6] To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.--BRETON:
    _Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182)._

    Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.--HURDIS: _The
    Village Curate._

[33-7] See Raleigh, page 25.

[33-8] The rose is fairest when 't is budding new.--SCOTT: _Lady
    of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1._



SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586.

     Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge.

_Defence of Poesy._


     He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play,
     and old men from the chimney-corner.

_Defence of Poesy._


     I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not
     my heart moved more than with a trumpet.

_Defence of Poesy._


     High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.[34-1]

_Arcadia. Book i._


     They are never alone that are accompanied with noble
     thoughts.[34-2]

_Arcadia. Book i._


     Many-headed multitude.[34-3]

_Arcadia. Book ii._


     My dear, my better half.

_Arcadia. Book iii._


     Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.[34-4]

_Astrophel and Stella, i._


     Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.[34-5]

_Astrophel and Stella, i. Second Song._


FOOTNOTES:

[34-1] Great thoughts come from the heart.--VAUVENARGUES: _Maxim
    cxxvii._

[34-2] He never is alone that is accompanied with noble
    thoughts.--FLETCHER: _Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3._

[34-3] Many-headed multitude.--SHAKESPEARE: _Coriolanus, act ii.
    sc. 3._

    This many-headed monster, Multitude.--DANIEL: _History of the
    Civil War, book ii. st. 13._

[34-4] Look, then, into thine heart and write.--LONGFELLOW:
    _Voices of the Night. Prelude._

[34-5] Quoted by Shakespeare in _Merry Wives of Windsor_.



CYRIL TOURNEUR. _Circa_ 1600.

    A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em,
    To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.[34-6]

_The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[34-6] Distilled damnation.--ROBERT HALL (in Gregory's "Life of
    Hall").



LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628.

    O wearisome condition of humanity!

_Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4._


    And out of mind as soon as out of sight.[35-1]

_Sonnet lvi._


FOOTNOTES:

[35-1] See Thomas à Kempis, page 7.



GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634.

    None ever loved but at first sight they loved.[35-2]

_The Blind Beggar of Alexandria._


    An ill weed grows apace.[35-3]

_An Humorous Day's Mirth._


    Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.[35-4]

_An Humorous Day's Mirth._


    Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair
    In that she never studied to be fairer
    Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing,
    Her virtues were so rare.

_All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun,
    Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.

_All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1._


    _Cornelia._ What flowers are these?

    _Gazetta._ The pansy this.

    _Cor._ Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.[35-5]

_All Fools. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Fortune, the great commandress of the world,
    Hath divers ways to advance her followers:
    To some she gives honour without deserving,
    To other some, deserving without honour.[35-6]

_All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are
     fools.[36-1]

_All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her
    Is righted even when men grant they err.

_Monsieur D'Olive. Act i. Sc. 1._


    For one heat, all know, doth drive out another,
    One passion doth expel another still.[36-2]

_Monsieur D'Olive. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Let no man value at a little price
    A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit
    Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words.

_The Gentleman Usher. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    To put a girdle round about the world.[36-3]

_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._


    His deeds inimitable, like the sea
    That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts
    Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts.

_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._


                                  So our lives
    In acts exemplary, not only win
    Ourselves good names, but doth to others give
    Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.[36-4]

_Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Who to himself is law no law doth need,
    Offends no law, and is a king indeed.

_Bussy D'Ambois. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Each natural agent works but to this end,--
    To render that it works on like itself.

_Bussy D'Ambois. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    'T is immortality to die aspiring,
    As if a man were taken quick to heaven.

_Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
    Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind,
    Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack,
    And his rapt ship run on her side so low
    That she drinks water, and her keel plows air.

_Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    He is at no end of his actions blest
    Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best.

_Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Words writ in waters.[37-1]

_Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2._


    They 're only truly great who are truly good.[37-2]

_Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2._


     Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.[37-3] Light gains
     make heavy purses. 'T is good to be merry and wise.[37-4]

_Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._


     Make ducks and drakes with shillings.

_Eastward Ho._[37-5] _Act i. Sc. 1._


     Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
     over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no
     greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on
     't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a
     hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all
     one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more
     comfort of them there than we do here.[37-6]

_Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Enough 's as good as a feast.[38-1]

_Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Fair words never hurt the tongue.[38-2]

_Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.[38-3]

_Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of
     the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the
     wolf.

_Eastward Ho. Act v. Sc. 1._


    As night the life-inclining stars best shows,
    So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

_Epilogue to Translations._


     Promise is most given when the least is said.

_Musæus of Hero and Leander._


FOOTNOTES:

[35-2] Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?--MARLOWE:
    _Hero and Leander._

    I saw and loved.--GIBBON: _Memoirs, vol. i. p. 106._

[35-3] See Heywood, page 13.

[35-4] Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies'
    eyes.--SHAKESPEARE: _Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2._

[35-5] There is pansies, that 's for thoughts.--SHAKESPEARE:
    _Hamlet, act iv. sc. 5._

[35-6] Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
    greatness thrust upon 'em.--SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act ii.
    sc. 5._

[36-1] Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now
    in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb.--RAY:
    _Proverbs_ (Bohn ed.), _p. 145_.

[36-2]
    One fire burns out another's burning,
    One pain is lessened by another's anguish.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 2._

[36-3] I 'll put a girdle round about the earth.--SHAKESPEARE:
    _Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1._

[36-4]
    Lives of great men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime.

    LONGFELLOW: _A Psalm of Life._

[37-1] Here lies one whose name was writ in water.--_Keats's own
    Epitaph._

[37-2] To be noble we 'll be good.--_Winifreda_ (Percy's
    _Reliques_).

    'T is only noble to be good.--TENNYSON: _Lady Clara Vere de Vere,
    stanza 7._

[37-3] The same in Franklin's _Poor Richard_.

[37-4] See Heywood, page 9.

[37-5] By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston.

[37-6] This is the famous passage that gave offence to James I.,
    and caused the imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing
    it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of
    the original copies.--RICHARD HERNE SHEPHERD.

[38-1] _Dives and Pauper_ (1493). GASCOIGNE: _Memories_
    (1575). FIELDING: _Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6._
    BICKERSTAFF: _Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1._ See Heywood,
    page 20.

[38-2] See Heywood, page 12.

[38-3] See Heywood, page 13.



WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609.

    With that she dasht her on the lippes,
    So dyed double red:
    Hard was the heart that gave the blow,
    Soft were those lips that bled.

_Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53._


    We thinke no greater blisse then such
      To be as be we would,
    When blessed none but such as be
      The same as be they should.

_Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68._



SIR RICHARD HOLLAND.

    O Douglas, O Douglas!
    Tendir and trewe.

_The Buke of the Howlat._[38-4] _Stanza xxxi._


FOOTNOTES:

[38-4] The allegorical poem of _The Howlat_ was composed about the
    middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the
    author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the
    Bannatyne Club, 1823.



SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612.

    Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason?
    Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39-1]

_Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5._


FOOTNOTES:

[39-1]
                  Prosperum ac felix scelus
            Virtus vocatur
    (Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue).

    SENECA: _Herc. Furens, ii. 250._



SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619.

    As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind
    To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39-2]

_History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84._


    Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.

_Musophilus. Stanza 57._


    And for the few that only lend their ear,
    That few is all the world.

_Musophilus. Stanza 97._


    This is the thing that I was born to do.

_Musophilus. Stanza 100._


    And who (in time) knows whither we may vent
      The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores
    This gain of our best glory shall be sent
      T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
    What worlds in the yet unformed Occident
      May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39-3]

_Musophilus. Stanza 163._


          Unless above himself he can
    Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!

_To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12._


    Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
    Brother to Death, in silent darkness born.

_To Delia. Sonnet 51._


FOOTNOTES:

[39-2]
    The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
    Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.

    WALLER: _Verses upon his Divine Poesy._

[39-3] Westward the course of empire takes its way.--BERKELEY: _On
    the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America._



MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631.

    Had in him those brave translunary things
    That the first poets had.

(Said of Marlowe.) _To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy._


    For that fine madness still he did retain
    Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.

(Said of Marlowe.) _To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy._


    The coast was clear.[40-1]

_Nymphidia._


    When faith is kneeling by his bed of death,
    And innocence is closing up his eyes,
    Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over,
    From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.

_Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. lxi._


FOOTNOTES:

[40-1] SOMERVILLE: _The Night-Walker._



CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593.

    Comparisons are odious.[40-2]

_Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I 'm armed with more than complete steel,--
    The justice of my quarrel.[40-3]

_Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40-4]

_Hero and Leander._


    Come live with me, and be my love;
    And we will all the pleasures prove
    That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
    Woods or steepy mountain yields.

_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._


    By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41-1]
    Melodious birds sing madrigals.

_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._


    And I will make thee beds of roses
    And a thousand fragrant posies.

_The Passionate Shepherd to his Love._


    Infinite riches in a little room.

_The Jew of Malta. Act i._


    Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.

_The Jew of Malta. Act i._


     Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the
     dove;[41-2] that is, more knave than fool.

_The Jew of Malta. Act ii._


    Love me little, love me long.[41-3]

_The Jew of Malta. Act iv._


                     When all the world dissolves,
    And every creature shall be purified,
    All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

_Faustus._


    Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
    And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
    Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
    Her lips suck forth my soul:[41-4] see, where it flies!

_Faustus._


    O, thou art fairer than the evening air
    Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.

_Faustus._


    Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,
    And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41-5]
    That sometime grew within this learnèd man.

_Faustus._


FOOTNOTES:

[40-2] See Fortescue, page 7.

[40-3]
    Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
    And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
    Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2._

[40-4] The same in Shakespeare's _As You Like It_. Compare
    Chapman, page 35.

[41-1]
    To shallow rivers, to whose falls
    Melodious birds sings madrigals;
    There will we make our peds of roses,
    And a thousand fragrant posies.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i._ (Sung by Evans).

[41-2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as
    doves.--_Matthew x. 16._

[41-3] See Heywood, page 16.

[41-4]
                            Once he drew
    With one long kiss my whole soul through
    My lips.

    TENNYSON: _Fatima, stanza 3._

[41-5]
    O, withered is the garland of the war!
    The soldier's pole is fallen.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13._



WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616.

(_From the text of Clark and Wright._)

    I would fain die a dry death.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren
     ground.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1._


                         What seest thou else
    In the dark backward and abysm of time?

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closeness and the bettering of my mind.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


                                    Like one
    Who having into truth, by telling of it,
    Made such a sinner of his memory,
    To credit his own lie.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


                              My library
    Was dukedom large enough.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
    From mine own library with volumes that
    I prize above my dukedom.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    From the still-vexed Bermoothes.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    I will be correspondent to command,
    And do my spiriting gently.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Fill all thy bones with aches.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Come unto these yellow sands,
      And then take hands:
    Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
      The wild waves whist.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Full fathom five thy father lies;
      Of his bones are coral made;
    Those are pearls that were his eyes:
      Nothing of him that doth fade
    But doth suffer a sea-change
    Into something rich and strange.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
    If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
    Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

_The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2._


    _Gon._ Here is everything advantageous to life.
    _Ant._ True; save means to live.

_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    A very ancient and fish-like smell.

_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

_The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    _Fer._ Here 's my hand.
    _Mir._ And mine, with my heart in 't.

_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    He that dies pays all debts.

_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                            A kind
    Of excellent dumb discourse.

_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Deeper than e'er plummet sounded.

_The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on; and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep.

_The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    With foreheads villanous low.

_The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Deeper than did ever plummet sound
    I 'll drown my book.

_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
    In a cowslip's bell I lie.

_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
    Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

_The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I have no other but a woman's reason:
    I think him so, because I think him so.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2._


    O, how this spring of love resembleth
    The uncertain glory of an April day!

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And if it please you, so; if not, why, so.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible,
    As a nose on a man's face,[44-1] or a weathercock on a steeple.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                          She is mine own,
    And I as rich in having such a jewel
    As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
    The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones,
    Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge
    He overtaketh in his pilgrimage.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man,
    If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Except I be by Sylvia in the night,
    There is no music in the nightingale.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A man I am, cross'd with adversity.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Is she not passing fair?

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    How use doth breed a habit in a man![44-2]

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._


                      O heaven! were man
    But constant, he were perfect.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Come not within the measure of my wrath.

_The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4._


    I will make a Star-chamber matter of it.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


     All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his
     ancestors that come after him may.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


    It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Mine host of the Garter.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


     I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and
     Sonnets here.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


     If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may
     decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and
     have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity
     will grow more contempt.[45-1]

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1._


    O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield?

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._


     "Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase!

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack,
    Base Phrygian Turk!

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3._


     Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's
     English.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4._


    We burn daylight.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    There 's the humour of it.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Why, then the world 's mine oyster,
    Which I with sword will open.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    This is the short and the long of it.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Unless experience be a jewel.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Like a fair house, built on another man's ground.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    We have some salt of our youth in us.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46-1]

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the
     basket!

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults
    Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Happy man be his dole!

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I have a kind of alacrity in sinking.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    As good luck would have it.[46-2]

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended
     nostril.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    A man of my kidney.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Think of that, Master Brook.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    In his old lunes again.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd
     numbers. . . . There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity,
     chance, or death.

_The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1._


                     Thyself and thy belongings
    Are not thine own so proper as to waste
    Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
    Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
    Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
    Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike
    As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
    But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
    The smallest scruple of her excellence
    But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
    Herself the glory of a creditor,
    Both thanks and use.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1._


    He was ever precise in promise-keeping.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3._[47-1]


    I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]


                      A man whose blood
    Is very snow-broth; one who never feels
    The wanton stings and motions of the sense.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]


                      He arrests him on it;
    And follows close the rigour of the statute,
    To make him an example.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]


                      Our doubts are traitors,
    And make us lose the good we oft might win
    By fearing to attempt.

_Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4._[47-1]


    The jury, passing on the prisoner's life,
    May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two
    Guiltier than him they try.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    This will last out a night in Russia,
    When nights are longest there.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it?

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
    Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword,
    The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe,
    Become them with one half so good a grace
    As mercy does.[47-2]

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once;
    And He that might the vantage best have took
    Found out the remedy. How would you be,
    If He, which is the top of judgment, should
    But judge you as you are?

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                      O, it is excellent
    To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous
    To use it like a giant.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                        But man, proud man,
    Drest in a little brief authority,
    Most ignorant of what he 's most assured,
    His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
    Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
    As make the angels weep.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    That in the captain 's but a choleric word
    Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                     Our compell'd sins
    Stand more for number than for accompt.

_Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    The miserable have no other medicine,
    But only hope.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                       A breath thou art,
    Servile to all the skyey influences.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Palsied eld.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The sense of death is most in apprehension;
    And the poor beetle, that we tread upon,
    In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great
    As when a giant dies.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The cunning livery of hell.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
    To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
    This sensible warm motion to become
    A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
    To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
    In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
    To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
    And blown with restless violence round about
    The pendent world.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The weariest and most loathed worldly life
    That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
    Can lay on nature, is a paradise
    To what we fear of death.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49-1]

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49-2]

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    O, what may man within him hide,
    Though angel on the outward side!

_Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Take, O, take those lips away,
      That so sweetly were forsworn;
    And those eyes, the break of day,
      Lights that do mislead the morn:
    But my kisses bring again, bring again;
    Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49-3]

_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Every true man's apparel fits your thief.

_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    We would, and we would not.

_Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time
    And razure of oblivion.

_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._


                      Truth is truth
    To the end of reckoning.

_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._


                     My business in this state
    Made me a looker on here in Vienna.

_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._


    They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
    And, for the most, become much more the better
    For being a little bad.

_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._


    What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine.

_Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1._


    The pleasing punishment that women bear.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A wretched soul, bruised with adversity.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Every why hath a wherefore.[50-1]

_The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
    A mere anatomy.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._


    A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
    A living-dead man.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another.

_The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1._


    He hath indeed better bettered expectation.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A very valiant trencher-man.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    There 's a skirmish of wit between them.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The gentleman is not in your books.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again?

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Benedick the married man.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


    He is of a very melancholy disposition.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1._


     He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no
     beard is less than a man.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    As merry as the day is long.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Speak low if you speak love.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Friendship is constant in all other things
    Save in the office and affairs of love:
    Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues;
    Let every eye negotiate for itself
    And trust no agent.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy,
     if I could say how much.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He
     was wont to speak plain and to the purpose.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
      Men were deceivers ever,--
    One foot in sea and one on shore,
      To one thing constant never.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Sits the wind in that corner?

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain
     awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be
     peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I
     should live till I were married.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51-1] he is
     all mirth.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Are you good men and true?

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write
     and read comes by nature.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    The most senseless and fit man.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    You shall comprehend all vagrom men.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     _2 Watch._ How if a' will not stand?

     _Dogb._ Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and
     presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you
     are rid of a knave.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     Is most tolerable, and not to be endured.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are
     not the men you took them for.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let
     him show himself what he is and steal out of your company.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    I know that Deformed.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    The fashion wears out more apparel than the man.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man
     and no honester than I.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Comparisons are odorous.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to
     bestow it all of your worship.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the
     age is in the wit is out.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not
     knowing what they do!

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    O, what authority and show of truth
    Can cunning sin cover itself withal!

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I never tempted her with word too large,
    But, as a brother to his sister, show'd
    Bashful sincerity and comely love.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                     I have mark'd
    A thousand blushing apparitions
    To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames
    In angel whiteness beat away those blushes.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                    For it so falls out
    That what we have we prize not to the worth
    Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,
    Why, then we rack the value; then we find
    The virtue that possession would not show us
    Whiles it was ours.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The idea of her life shall sweetly creep
    Into his study of imagination,
    And every lovely organ of her life,
    Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
    More moving-delicate and full of life
    Into the eye and prospect of his soul.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than
     false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    The eftest way.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Flat burglary as ever was committed.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Condemned into everlasting redemption.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    O, that he were here to write me down an ass!

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and
     every thing handsome about him.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Patch grief with proverbs.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


                                       Men
    Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief
    Which they themselves not feel.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Charm ache with air, and agony with words.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


          'T is all men's office to speak patience
    To those that wring under the load of sorrow,
    But no man's virtue nor sufficiency
    To be so moral when he shall endure
    The like himself.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


    For there was never yet philosopher
    That could endure the toothache patiently.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Some of us will smart for it.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I was not born under a rhyming planet.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Done to death by slanderous tongues.

_Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath,
    Study to break it and not break my troth.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Light seeking light doth light of light beguile.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Small have continual plodders ever won
      Save base authority from others' books.
    These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights
      That give a name to every fixed star
    Have no more profit of their shining nights
      Than those that walk and wot not what they are.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    At Christmas I no more desire a rose
    Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54-1]
    But like of each thing that in season grows.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A man in all the world's new fashion planted,
    That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A high hope for a low heaven.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


     And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


    That unlettered small-knowing soul.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


     A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet
     understanding, a woman.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down,
     sorrow!

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1._


     The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since;
     but I think now 't is not to be found.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._


    The rational hind Costard.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd;
    Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms:
    Nothing becomes him ill that he would well.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                      A merrier man,
    Within the limit of becoming mirth,
    I never spent an hour's talk withal.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Delivers in such apt and gracious words
    That aged ears play truant at his tales,
    And younger hearings are quite ravished;
    So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    By my penny of observation.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The boy hath sold him a bargain,--a goose.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
    Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
    The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
    Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A buck of the first head.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he
     hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    You two are book-men.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Dictynna, goodman Dull.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb
     of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    For where is any author in the world
    Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
    Learning is but an adjunct to ourself.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                      As sweet and musical
    As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56-1]
    And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
    Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
    They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
    They are the books, the arts, the academes,
    That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3._


     He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple
     of his argument.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._


     They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the
     scraps.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._


     In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the
     afternoon.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1._


               They have measured many a mile
    To tread a measure with you on this grass.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Let me take you a button-hole lower.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


     I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of
     discretion.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


    A jest's prosperity lies in the ear
    Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
    Of him that makes it.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


    When daisies pied and violets blue,
      And lady-smocks all silver-white,
    And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
      Do paint the meadows with delight,
    The cuckoo then, on every tree,
    Mocks married men.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


     The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.

_Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2._


    But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
    Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57-1]
    Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._


      For aught that I could ever read,[57-2]
    Could ever hear by tale or history,
    The course of true love never did run smooth.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._


    O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
    Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
    That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
    And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
    The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
    So quick bright things come to confusion.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
    And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Masters, spread yourselves.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    This is Ercles' vein.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    I'll speak in a monstrous little voice.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    I am slow of study.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    That would hang us, every mother's son.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


     I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you,
     an 't were any nightingale.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2._


    The human mortals.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[57-3]


    The rude sea grew civil at her song,
    And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
    To hear the sea-maid's music.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    And the imperial votaress passed on,
    In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
    Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
    It fell upon a little western flower,
    Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
    And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-1]


    I 'll put a girdle round about the earth
    In forty minutes.[58-2]

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                         My heart
    Is true as steel.[58-3]

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._[58-4]


    I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
    Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
    Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
    With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Lord, what fools these mortals be!

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                 So we grew together,
    Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
    But yet an union in partition.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Two lovely berries moulded on one stem.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
     seen,[58-5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to
     conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
    Are of imagination all compact:
    One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
    That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
    Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
    The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
    Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
    And as imagination bodies forth
    The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
    Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
    A local habitation and a name.
    Such tricks hath strong imagination,
    That if it would but apprehend some joy,
    It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
    Or in the night, imagining some fear,
    How easy is a bush supposed a bear!

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    For never anything can be amiss,
    When simpleness and duty tender it.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    The true beginning of our end.[59-1]

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    The best in this kind are but shadows.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


     This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to
     make a man look sad.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve.

_A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1._


    My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
    Nor to one place.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


                     Now, by two-headed Janus,
    Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    You have too much respect upon the world:
    They lose it that do buy it with much care.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,--
    A stage, where every man must play a part;
    And mine a sad one.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Why should a man, whose blood is warm within,
    Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    There are a sort of men whose visages
    Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


                      I am Sir Oracle,
    And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


                      I do know of these
    That therefore only are reputed wise
    For saying nothing.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Fish not, with this melancholy bait,
    For this fool gudgeon, this opinion.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in
     all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two
     bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and
     when you have them, they are not worth the search.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


    In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft,
    I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight
    The selfsame way, with more advised watch,
    To find the other forth; and by adventuring both,
    I oft found both.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1._


     They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve
     with nothing.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives
     longer.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


     If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels
     had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes'
     palaces.[60-1]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


     The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps
     o'er a cold decree.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


    He doth nothing but talk of his horse.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


    God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


     When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is
     worst, he is little better than a beast.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


    I dote on his very absence.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2._


     My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand
     me that he is sufficient.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


     Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and
     water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


     I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you,
     and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you,
     nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
    He hates our sacred nation, and he rails,
    Even there where merchants most do congregate.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    A goodly apple rotten at the heart:
    O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


                        Many a time and oft
    In the Rialto you have rated me.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
    And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key,
    With bated breath and whispering humbleness.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


                 For when did friendship take
    A breed for barren metal of his friend?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    O Father Abram! what these Christians are,
    Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect
    The thoughts of others!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Mislike me not for my complexion,
    The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such
     odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is
     indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to
     heaven.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    The very staff of my age, my very prop.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    It is a wise father that knows his own child.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    An honest exceeding poor man.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    In the twinkling of an eye.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5._


                          All things that are,
    Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
    How like a younker or a prodigal
    The scarfed bark puts from her native bay,
    Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind!
    How like the prodigal doth she return,
    With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails,
    Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    Must I hold a candle to my shames?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
    The pretty follies that themselves commit.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    All that glisters is not gold.[62-1]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Young in limbs, in judgment old.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Even in the force and road of casualty.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._


    Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63-1]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9._


    If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
     dimensions, senses, affections, passions?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard,
     but I will better the instruction.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1._


             Makes a swan-like end,
    Fading in music.[63-2]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Tell me where is fancy bred,
      Or in the heart or in the head?
    How begot, how nourished?
      Reply, Reply.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
    But being season'd with a gracious voice
    Obscures the show of evil?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    There is no vice so simple but assumes
    Some mark of virtue in his outward parts.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Thus ornament is but the guiled shore
    To a most dangerous sea.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    The seeming truth which cunning times put on
    To entrap the wisest.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised;
    Happy in this, she is not yet so old
    But she may learn.[64-1]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words
    That ever blotted paper!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                      The kindest man,
    The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit
    In doing courtesies.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your
     mother.[64-2]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Let it serve for table-talk.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    A harmless necessary cat.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I am a tainted wether of the flock,
    Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit
    Drops earliest to the ground.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I never knew so young a body with so old a head.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
    It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
    Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
    It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
    'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
    The throned monarch better than his crown;
    His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
    The attribute to awe and majesty,
    Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
    But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
    It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
    It is an attribute to God himself;
    And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
    When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
    Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
    That in the course of justice none of us
    Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
    And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
    The deeds of mercy.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Is it so nominated in the bond?[65-1]

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    'T is not in the bond.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Speak me fair in death.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    An upright judge, a learned judge!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew!
    Now, infidel, I have you on the hip.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    You take my house when you do take the prop
    That doth sustain my house; you take my life
    When you do take the means whereby I live.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    He is well paid that is well satisfied.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!
    Here we will sit and let the sounds of music
    Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night
    Become the touches of sweet harmony.
    Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven
    Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
    There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st
    But in his motion like an angel sings,
    Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins.
    Such harmony is in immortal souls;
    But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
    Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I am never merry when I hear sweet music.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    The man that hath no music in himself,
    Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
    Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
    The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
    And his affections dark as Erebus.
    Let no such man be trusted.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    How far that little candle throws his beams!
    So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    How many things by season season'd are
    To their right praise and true perfection!

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    This night methinks is but the daylight sick.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    These blessed candles of the night.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
    Of starved people.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    We will answer all things faithfully.

_The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Fortune reigns in gifts of the world.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


     The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Your heart's desires be with you!

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    One out of suits with fortune.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Hereafter, in a better world than this,
    I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    My pride fell with my fortunes.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2._


    _Cel._ Not a word?

    _Ros._ Not one to throw at a dog.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._


    O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._


    We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
    As many other mannish cowards have.

_As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Sweet are the uses of adversity,
    Which like the toad, ugly and venomous,
    Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
    And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
    Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
    Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                     The big round tears
    Coursed one another down his innocent nose
    In piteous chase.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament
    As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
    To that which had too much."

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                 And He that doth the ravens feed,
    Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
    Be comfort to my age!

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    For in my youth I never did apply
    Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Therefore my age is as a lusty winter,
    Frosty, but kindly.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    O, good old man, how well in thee appears
    The constant service of the antique world,
    When service sweat for duty, not for meed!
    Thou art not for the fashion of these times,
    Where none will sweat but for promotion.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was
     in a better place; but travellers must be content.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins
     against it.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Under the greenwood tree
    Who loves to lie with me.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5._


                 I met a fool i' the forest,
    A motley fool.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
    In good set terms.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    And then he drew a dial from his poke,
    And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
    Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:
    Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags."

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
    And then from hour to hour we rot and rot;
    And thereby hangs a tale.[68-1]

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
    That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
    And I did laugh sans intermission
    An hour by his dial.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Motley 's the only wear.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


                 If ladies be but young and fair,
    They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
    Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
    After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
    With observation, the which he vents
    In mangled forms.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


                         I must have liberty
    Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
    To blow on whom I please.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    The "why" is plain as way to parish church.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
    Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
    If ever you have look'd on better days,
    If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church,
    If ever sat at any good man's feast.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    True is it that we have seen better days.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


                           And wiped our eyes
    Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


                       All the world 's a stage,
    And all the men and women merely players.[69-1]
    They have their exits and their entrances;
    And one man in his time plays many parts,
    His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
    Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
    And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
    And shining morning face, creeping like snail
    Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
    Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
    Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
    Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
    Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
    Seeking the bubble reputation
    Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
    In fair round belly with good capon lined,
    With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
    Full of wise saws and modern instances;
    And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
    Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
    With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
    His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
    For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
    Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
    And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
    That ends this strange eventful history,
    Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
    Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Blow, blow, thou winter wind!
    Thou art not so unkind
      As man's ingratitude.

_As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee,
     shepherd?

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     He that wants money, means, and content is without three good
     friends.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    This is the very false gallop of verses.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Let us make an honourable retreat.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    With bag and baggage.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet
     again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Answer me in one word.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I do desire we may be better strangers.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you
     who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops
     withal, and who he stands still withal.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to
     match it.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Neither rhyme nor reason.[70-1]

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I would the gods had made thee poetical.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                           Down on your knees,
    And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

_As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples,
     extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation
     of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most
     humorous sadness.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I have gained my experience.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make
     me sad.

_As You Like it. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I 'll warrant him heart-whole.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Good orators, when they are out, they will spit.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,--but
     not for love.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71-1]

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    For ever and a day.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are
     May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
    Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Chewing the food[71-2] of sweet and bitter fancy.

_As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    It is meat and drink to me.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._


     "So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is
     not; it is but so so.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._


     The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to
     be a fool.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1._


     No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved;
     no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked
     one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought
     the remedy.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._


     How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another
     man's eyes!

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2._


     Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues
     are called fools.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._


    An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._


     Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your
     pearl in your foul oyster.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._


     The Retort Courteous; . . . the Quip Modest; . . . the Reply
     Churlish; . . . the Reproof Valiant; . . . the Countercheck
     Quarrelsome; . . . the Lie with Circumstance; . . . the Lie
     Direct.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.

_As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Good wine needs no bush.[72-1]

_As You Like It. Epilogue._


    What a case am I in.

_As You Like It. Epilogue._


     Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._


    Let the world slide.[72-2]

_The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._


    I 'll not budge an inch.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1._


    As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece,
    And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell,
    And twenty more such names and men as these
    Which never were, nor no man ever saw.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2._


    No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en;
    In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1._


    There 's small choice in rotten apples.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._


    And do as adversaries do in law,--
    Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[72-3]

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    And thereby hangs a tale.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    My cake is dough.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1._


    A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,--
    Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
    Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

_The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2._


                 'T were all one
    That I should love a bright particular star,
    And think to wed it.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The hind that would be mated by the lion
    Must die for love.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
    Which we ascribe to Heaven.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Service is no heritage.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._


    He must needs go that the devil drives.[73-1]

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._


    My friends were poor but honest.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
    Where most it promises.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    From lowest place when virtuous things proceed,
    The place is dignified by the doer's deed.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    They say miracles are past.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    All the learned and authentic fellows.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    A young man married is a man that 's marr'd.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,
    And pleasure drown the brim.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    No legacy is so rich as honesty.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5._


     The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Whose words all ears took captive.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._


                   Praising what is lost
    Makes the remembrance dear.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._


    The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74-1]

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._


          All impediments in fancy's course
    Are motives of more fancy.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._


    The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.

_All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3._


    If music be the food of love, play on;
    Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
    The appetite may sicken, and so die.
    That strain again! it had a dying fall:
    O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[74-2]
    That breathes upon a bank of violets,
    Stealing and giving odour!

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I am sure care 's an enemy to life.

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._


    At my fingers' ends.[74-3]

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Wherefore are these things hid?

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Is it a world to hide virtues in?

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3._


     One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and
     a third drowns him.

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._


    We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._


    'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white
    Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on:
    Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive
    If you will lead these graces to the grave
    And leave the world no copy.

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
    And make the babbling gossip of the air
    Cry out.

_Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Journeys end in lovers meeting,
    Every wise man's son doth know.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you?

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     _Sir To._ Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall
     be no more cakes and ale?

     _Clo._ Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth
     too.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    These most brisk and giddy-paced times.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


                     Let still the woman take
    An elder than herself: so wears she to him,
    So sways she level in her husband's heart:
    For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
    Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
    More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn,
    Than women's are.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
    Or thy affection cannot hold the bent.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    The spinsters and the knitters in the sun
    And the free maids that weave their thread with bones
    Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,
    And dallies with the innocence of love,
    Like the old age.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    _Duke._          And what 's her history?

    _Vio._ A blank, my lord. She never told her love,
    But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
    Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought,
    And with a green and yellow melancholy
    She sat like patience on a monument,
    Smiling at grief.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    I am all the daughters of my father's house,
    And all the brothers too.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at
     your heels than fortunes before you.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._


     Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have
     greatness thrust upon 'em.

_Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5._


     Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines
     everywhere.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful
    In the contempt and anger of his lip!

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Love sought is good, but given unsought is better.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a
     goose-pen, no matter.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Put thyself into the trick of singularity.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    This is very midsummer madness.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


     What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


     If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an
     improbable fiction.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    More matter for a May morning.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Still you keep o' the windy side of the law.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._


     An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld
     have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[76-1]


    Out of my lean and low ability
    I 'll lend you something.

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[77-1]


    Out of the jaws of death.[77-2]

_Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4._[77-1]


     As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very
     wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is.

_Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     _Clo._ What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl?

     _Mal._ That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird.

_Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

_Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1._


    For the rain it raineth every day.

_Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1._


                         They say we are
    Almost as like as eggs.

_The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2._


             What 's gone and what 's past help
    Should be past grief.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3._[77-3]


    A merry heart goes all the day,
      Your sad tires in a mile-a.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                           O Proserpina,
    For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
    From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
    That come before the swallow dares, and take
    The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
    But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
    Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses,
    That die unmarried, ere they can behold
    Bright Phoebus in his strength,--a malady
    Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
    The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
    The flower-de-luce being one.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._[78-1]


               When you do dance, I wish you
    A wave o' the sea,[78-2] that you might ever do
    Nothing but that.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._


     I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are
     true.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.

_The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Lord of thy presence and no land beside.

_King John. Act i. Sc. 1._


    And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter;
    For new-made honour doth forget men's names.

_King John. Act i. Sc. 1._


    For he is but a bastard to the time
    That doth not smack of observation.

_King John. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth.

_King John. Act i. Sc. 1._


    For courage mounteth with occasion.

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I would that I were low laid in my grave:
    I am not worth this coil that 's made for me.

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since
    Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door.

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    He is the half part of a blessed man,
    Left to be finished by such as she;
    And she a fair divided excellence,
    Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Talks as familiarly of roaring lions
    As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs!

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 1._[78-3]


    Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words
    Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.

_King John. Act ii. Sc. 2._[78-3]


    I will instruct my sorrows to be proud;
    For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._[79-1]


                        Here I and sorrows sit;
    Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._[79-1]


                Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward!
    Thou little valiant, great in villany!
    Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!
    Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight
    But when her humorous ladyship is by
    To teach thee safety.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
    And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                          That no Italian priest
    Shall tithe or toll in our dominions.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Grief fills the room up of my absent child,
    Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
    Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
    Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
    Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale
    Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._


           When Fortune means to men most good,
    She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79-2]

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    And he that stands upon a slippery place.
    Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up.

_King John. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    How now, foolish rheum!

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
    To throw a perfume on the violet,
    To smooth the ice, or add another hue
    Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
    To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
    Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    And oftentimes excusing of a fault
    Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[80-1]

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    We cannot hold mortality's strong hand.

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Make haste; the better foot before.

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus,
    The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool,
    With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news.

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Another lean unwashed artificer.

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds
    Make deeds ill done!

_King John. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Mocking the air with colours idly spread.

_King John. Act v. Sc. 1._


                   'T is strange that death should sing.
    I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
    Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[80-2]
    And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings
    His soul and body to their lasting rest.

_King John. Act v. Sc. 7._


    Now my soul hath elbow-room.

_King John. Act v. Sc. 7._


    This England never did, nor never shall,
    Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.

_King John. Act v. Sc. 7._


    Come the three corners of the world in arms,
    And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue,
    If England to itself do rest but true.

_King John. Act v. Sc. 7._


    Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1._


    In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Truth hath a quiet breast.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    All places that the eye of heaven visits
    Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    O, who can hold a fire in his hand
    By thinking on the frosty Caucasus?
    Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite
    By bare imagination of a feast?
    Or wallow naked in December snow
    By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
    O, no! the apprehension of the good
    Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

_King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3._


                 The tongues of dying men
    Enforce attention like deep harmony.

_King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The setting sun, and music at the close,
    As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
    Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

_King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
    This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
    This other Eden, demi-paradise,
    This fortress built by Nature for herself
    Against infection and the hand of war,
    This happy breed of men, this little world,
    This precious stone set in the silver sea,
    Which serves it in the office of a wall
    Or as a moat defensive to a house,
    Against the envy of less happier lands,--
    This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

_King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The ripest fruit first falls.

_King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor.

_King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Not all the water in the rough rude sea
    Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    O, call back yesterday, bid time return!

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    And nothing can we call our own but death
    And that small model of the barren earth
    Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
    For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
    And tell sad stories of the death of kings.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Comes at the last, and with a little pin
    Bores through his castle wall--and farewell king!

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                     He is come to open
    The purple testament of bleeding war.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    And my large kingdom for a little grave,
    A little little grave, an obscure grave.

_King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                                   Gave
    His body to that pleasant country's earth,
    And his pure soul unto his captain Christ,
    Under whose colours he had fought so long.

_King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    A mockery king of snow.

_King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    As in a theatre, the eyes of men,
    After a well-graced actor leaves the stage,
    Are idly bent on him that enters next,
    Thinking his prattle to be tedious.

_King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2._


                          As for a camel
    To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[82-1]

_King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5._


    So shaken as we are, so wan with care.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._


                       In those holy fields
    Over whose acres walked those blessed feet
    Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
    For our advantage on the bitter cross.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Old father antic the law.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


     I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names
     were to be bought.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a
     saint.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


     And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one
     of the wicked.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


     'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his
     vocation.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


    He will give the devil his due.[83-1]

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


     There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


    If all the year were playing holidays,
    To sport would be as tedious as to work.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
    Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
    He was perfumed like a milliner,
    And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
    A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
    He gave his nose and took 't away again.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
    He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly,
    To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
    Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


    God save the mark.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth
    Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
    And that it was great pity, so it was,
    This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd
    Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
    Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
    So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
    He would himself have been a soldier.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


                              The blood more stirs
    To rouse a lion than to start a hare!

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


    By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap
    To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon,
    Or dive into the bottom of the deep,
    Where fathom-line could never touch the ground,
    And pluck up drowned honour by the locks.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3._


    I know a trick worth two of that.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I
     'll be hanged.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good
     jest for ever.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                      Falstaff sweats to death,
    And lards the lean earth as he walks along.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Brain him with his lady's fan.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    A plague of all cowards, I say.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of
     them is fat and grows old.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such
     backing!

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two
     rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a
     lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward:
     here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let
     drive at  me--

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as
     blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    I was now a coward on instinct.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me!

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight?

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    In King Cambyses' vein.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that
     vanity in years.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Play out the play.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this
     intolerable deal of sack!

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth
    In strange eruptions.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I am not in the roll of common men.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    _Glen._ I can call spirits from the vasty deep.

    _Hot._ Why, so can I, or so can any man;
    But will they come when you do call for them?

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    While you live, tell truth and shame the devil![85-1]

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I had rather be a kitten and cry mew
    Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    But in the way of bargain, mark ye me,
    I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A deal of skimble-skamble stuff.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Exceedingly well read.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A good mouth-filling oath.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A fellow of no mark nor likelihood.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little
    More than a little is by much too much.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I
     am a pepper-corn.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Rob me the exchequer.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                  This sickness doth infect
    The very life-blood of our enterprise.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                 That daffed the world aside,
    And bid it pass.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    All plumed like estridges that with the wind
    Baited like eagles having lately bathed;
    Glittering in golden coats, like images;
    As full of spirit as the month of May,
    And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I saw young Harry, with his beaver on,
    His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd,
    Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury,
    And vaulted with such ease into his seat
    As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds,
    To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus
    And witch the world with noble horsemanship.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the
     gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such
     scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's
     flat: nay, and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if
     they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of
     prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and
     the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the
     shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as
     better.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2._


    To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87-1]
    Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2._


    I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I
     come on,--how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no:
     or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in
     surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word
     honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it?
     he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it?
     no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not
     live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it.
     Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so
     ends my catechism.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


               This earth that bears thee dead
    Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave,
    But not remember'd in thy epitaph!

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


    I could have better spared a better man.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


    The better part of valour is discretion.[87-2]

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


              Full bravely hast thou fleshed
    Thy maiden sword.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


     Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was
     down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an
     instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


    I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly.

_King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,
    So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,
    Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,
    And would have told him half his Troy was burnt.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
    Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
    Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
    Remember'd tolling a departing friend.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._


     I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other
     men.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A rascally yea-forsooth knave.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


    We that are in the vaward of our youth.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


     For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of
     anthems.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


     It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a
     good thing to make it too common.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


     I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured
     to nothing with perpetual motion.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


    If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


                  Who lined himself with hope,
    Eating the air on promise of supply.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2._


                  When we mean to build,
    We first survey the plot, then draw the model;
    And when we see the figure of the house,
    Then must we rate the cost of the erection.[88-1]

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    An habitation giddy and unsure
    Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Past and to come seems best; things present worst.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    A poor lone woman.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I 'll tickle your catastrophe.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    He hath eaten me out of house and home.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my
     Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon
     Wednesday in Wheeson week.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I do now remember the poor creature, small beer.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Let the end try the man.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise
     sit in the clouds and mock us.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                He was indeed the glass
    Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Aggravate your choler.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4._


                      O sleep, O gentle sleep,
    Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee,
    That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
    And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    With all appliances and means to boot.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die.
     How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair?

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated;
     or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be
     accommodated,--which is an excellent thing.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Most forcible Feeble.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    We have heard the chimes at midnight.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A man can die but once.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was
     naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a
     head fantastically carved upon it with a knife.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


             We are ready to try our fortunes
    To the last man.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came,
     saw, and overcame."

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    He hath a tear for pity, and a hand
    Open as day for melting charity.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5._[90-1]


                             Commit
    The oldest sins the newest kind of ways.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5._[90-1]


     A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell
     William cook.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 1._


    His cares are now all ended.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2._


    _Falstaff._ What wind blew you hither, Pistol?

    _Pistol._ Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[90-2]

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._


    A foutre for the world and worldlings base!
    I speak of Africa and golden joys.

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die!

_King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3._


    O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
    The brightest heaven of invention!

_King Henry V. Prologue._


    Consideration, like an angel, came
    And whipped the offending Adam out of him.

_King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Turn him to any cause of policy,
    The Gordian knot of it he will unloose,
    Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks,
    The air, a chartered libertine, is still.

_King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Base is the slave that pays.

_King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Even at the turning o' the tide.

_King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields.

_King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    As cold as any stone.

_King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin
    As self-neglecting.

_King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
    Or close the wall up with our English dead!
    In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man
    As modest stillness and humility;
    But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
    Then imitate the action of the tiger:
    Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    And sheathed their swords for lack of argument.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
    Straining upon the start.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Men of few words are the best men.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I thought upon one pair of English legs
    Did march three Frenchmen.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6._


     You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his
     breakfast on the lip of a lion.

_King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7._[91-1]


    The hum of either army stilly sounds,
    That the fixed sentinels almost receive
    The secret whispers of each other's watch;
    Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames
    Each battle sees the other's umbered face;
    Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
    Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents
    The armourers, accomplishing the knights,
    With busy hammers closing rivets up,[92-1]
    Give dreadful note of preparation.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue._


    There is some soul of goodness in things evil,
    Would men observingly distil it out.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is
     his own.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Who with a body filled and vacant mind
    Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    But if it be a sin to covet honour,
    I am the most offending soul alive.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    This day is called the feast of Crispian:
    He that outlives this day and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
    And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                  Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth[92-2] as household words,--
    Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
    Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,--
    Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3._


     There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river
     at Monmouth; . . . and there is salmons in both.

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7._


     An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France,
     or in England!

_King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8._


     There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.

_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._


     By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I
     swear.

_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._


    All hell shall stir for this.

_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1._


     If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best
     king of good fellows.

_King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!

_King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Halcyon days.

_King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
    Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
    Between two blades, which bears the better temper;
    Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
    Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,--
    I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
    But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
    Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

_King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Delays have dangerous ends.[93-1]

_King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
    She is a woman, therefore to be won.

_King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Main chance.[93-2]

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Could I come near your beauty with my nails,
    I'd set my ten commandments in your face.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[93-3]

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted!
    Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just,
    And he but naked, though locked up in steel,
    Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[94-1]

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    He dies, and makes no sign.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close;
    And let us all to meditation.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day
    Is crept into the bosom of the sea.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
     penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make
     it felony to drink small beer.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent
     lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled
     o'er, should undo a man?

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are
     alive at this day to testify it.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in
     erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers
     had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused
     printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and
     dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.

_King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown,
    Within whose circuit is Elysium
    And all that poets feign of bliss and joy!

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2._


    And many strokes, though with a little axe,
    Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on.

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                  Didst thou never hear
    That things ill got had ever bad success?
    And happy always was it for that son
    Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                               Warwick, peace,
    Proud setter up and puller down of kings!

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    A little fire is quickly trodden out;
    Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench.

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8._


    Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;
    The thief doth fear each bush an officer.

_King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6._


    Now is the winter of our discontent
    Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
    And all the clouds that loured upon our house
    In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
    Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
    Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
    Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
    Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
    Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
    And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
    To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
    He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
    To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
    But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
    Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
    I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty
    To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
    I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
    Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
    Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
    Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
    And that so lamely and unfashionable
    That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,--
    Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
    Have no delight to pass away the time,
    Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1._


    To leave this keen encounter of our wits.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Was ever woman in this humour wooed?
    Was ever woman in this humour won?

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Framed in the prodigality of nature.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._


                The world is grown so bad,
    That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96-1]

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And thus I clothe my naked villany
    With old odd ends stolen out of[96-2] holy writ,
    And seem a saint when most I play the devil.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._


    O, I have passed a miserable night,
    So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
    That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
    I would not spend another such a night,
    Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown!
    What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
    What ugly sights of death within mine eyes!
    Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks,
    Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon,
    Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
    Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
    All scattered in the bottom of the sea:
    Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes
    Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept,
    As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.

_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._


    A parlous boy.

_King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97-1]

_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Off with his head![97-2]

_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast,
    Ready with every nod to tumble down.

_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Even in the afternoon of her best days.

_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7._


    Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women
    Rail on the Lord's anointed.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Tetchy and wayward.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.

_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Thus far into the bowels of the land
    Have we marched on without impediment.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._


    True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings;
    Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._


    The king's name is a tower of strength.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


    O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


    My conscience hath a thousand several tongues,
    And every tongue brings in a several tale,
    And every tale condemns me for a villain.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


                     The early village cock
    Hath twice done salutation to the morn.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


      By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
    Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard
    Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


                    The selfsame heaven
    That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


    A thing devised by the enemy.[98-1]

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._


                   I have set my life upon a cast,
    And I will stand the hazard of the die:
    I think there be six Richmonds in the field.

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._


    A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!

_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._


    Order gave each thing view.

_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._


                     No man's pie is freed
    From his ambitious finger.

_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._


                           Anger is like
    A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way,
    Self-mettle tires him.

_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot
    That it do singe yourself.

_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._


    'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake
    That virtue must go through.

_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2._


    The mirror of all courtesy.

_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    This bold bad man.[98-2]

_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2._


         'T is better to be lowly born,
    And range with humble livers in content,
    Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
    And wear a golden sorrow.

_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Orpheus with his lute made trees,
    And the mountain-tops that freeze,
    Bow themselves when he did sing.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                             'T is well said again,
    And 't is a kind of good deed to say well:
    And yet words are no deeds.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                   And then to breakfast with
    What appetite you have.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I have touched the highest point of all my greatness;
    And from that full meridian of my glory
    I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
    Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
    And no man see me more.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Press not a falling man too far!

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
    This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
    The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,
    And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
    The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
    And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
    His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
    And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
    Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
    This many summers in a sea of glory,
    But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
    At length broke under me and now has left me,
    Weary and old with service, to the mercy
    Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me.
    Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
    I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
    Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
    There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
    That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
    More pangs and fears than wars or women have:
    And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
    Never to hope again.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A peace above all earthly dignities,
    A still and quiet conscience.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A load would sink a navy.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    And sleep in dull cold marble.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
    And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,
    Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
    A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


      I charge thee, fling away ambition:
    By that sin fell the angels.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
    Corruption wins not more than honesty.
    Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
    To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
    Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
    Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
    Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Had I but served my God with half the zeal
    I served my king, he would not in mine age
    Have left me naked to mine enemies.

_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A royal train, believe me.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    An old man, broken with the storms of state,
    Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
    Give him a little earth for charity!

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    He gave his honours to the world again,
    His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                     He was a man
    Of an unbounded stomach.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
    We write in water.[100-1]

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
    Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
    Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
    But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                Yet in bestowing, madam,
    He was most princely.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    After my death I wish no other herald,
    No other speaker of my living actions,
    To keep mine honour from corruption,
    But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2._


                      'T is a cruelty
    To load a falling man.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]


    You were ever good at sudden commendations.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]


                                 I come not
    To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-2]


    They are too thin and bare to hide offences.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]


                            Those about her
    From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._[101-2]


    Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine,
    His honour and the greatness of his name
    Shall be, and make new nations.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._


    A most unspotted lily shall she pass
    To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._


    I have had my labour for my travail.[101-3]

_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Take but degree away, untune that string,
    And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets
    In mere oppugnancy.[102-1]

_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The baby figure of the giant mass
    Of things to come.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._


                     Modest doubt is call'd
    The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches
    To the bottom of the worst.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet
     reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the
     perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of
     one.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                   Welcome ever smiles,
    And farewell goes out sighing.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    And give to dust that is a little gilt
    More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane,
    Be shook to air.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    His heart and hand both open and both free;
    For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows;
    Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._


                    The end crowns all,
    And that old common arbitrator, Time,
    Will one day end it.

_Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._


     Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than
     thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for
     their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

_Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.

_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.[103-1]

_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Many-headed multitude.[103-2]

_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._


          I thank you for your voices: thank you:
    Your most sweet voices.

_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you
    His absolute "shall"?

_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Enough, with over-measure.

_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    His nature is too noble for the world:
    He would not flatter Neptune for his trident,
    Or Jove for 's power to thunder.

_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    That it shall hold companionship in peace
    With honour, as in war.

_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    _Serv._ Where dwellest thou?

    _Cor._ Under the canopy.

_Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears,
    And harsh in sound to thine.

_Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._


                 Chaste as the icicle
    That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow
    And hangs on Dian's temple.

_Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3._


    If you have writ your annals true, 't is there
    That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I
    Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli:
    Alone I did it. Boy!

_Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6._[103-3]


    Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

_Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2._


    She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
    She is a woman, therefore may be won;
    She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
    What, man! more water glideth by the mill
    Than wots the miller of;[104-1] and easy it is
    Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.

_Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The eagle suffers little birds to sing.

_Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    The weakest goes to the wall.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


          An hour before the worshipp'd sun
    Peered forth the golden window of the east.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    As is the bud bit with an envious worm
    Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,
    Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Saint-seducing gold.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    He that is strucken blind cannot forget
    The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._


          One fire burns out another's burning,
    One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104-2]

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    That book in many's eyes doth share the glory
    That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
    She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
    In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
    On the fore-finger of an alderman,
    Drawn with a team of little atomies
    Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,
    Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
    And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
    Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
    Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
    Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
    And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
    And sleeps again.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._


                   True, I talk of dreams,
    Which are the children of an idle brain,
    Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    For you and I are past our dancing days.[105-1]

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    It seems she hangs[105-2] upon the cheek of night
    Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Shall have the chinks.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
    When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
    But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
    It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-3]


    See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
    O that I were a glove upon that hand,
    That I might touch that cheek!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]


    O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]


    What 's in a name? That which we call a rose
    By any other name would smell as sweet.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]


    For stony limits cannot hold love out.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]


    Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
    Than twenty of their swords.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]


                At lovers' perjuries,
    They say, Jove laughs.[106-1]

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    _Rom._ Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,
    That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--

    _Jul._ O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
    That monthly changes in her circled orb,
    Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    The god of my idolatry.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
    Ere one can say, "It lightens."

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,
    May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
    Like softest music to attending ears!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
    That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]


    O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
    In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:
    For nought so vile that on the earth doth live
    But to the earth some special good doth give,
    Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use
    Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:
    Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;
    And vice sometimes by action dignified.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
    And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    The courageous captain of complements.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    One, two, and the third in your bosom.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    I am the very pink of courtesy.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


     A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will
     speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    My man 's as true as steel.[107-1]

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    These violent delights have violent ends.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot
    Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._


     Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A word and a blow.[107-2]

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    A plague o' both your houses!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     _Rom._ Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.

     _Mer._ No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
     church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                     When he shall die,
    Take him and cut him out in little stars,
    And he will make the face of heaven so fine
    That all the world will be in love with night,
    And pay no worship to the garish sun.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Was ever book containing such vile matter
    So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell
    In such a gorgeous palace!

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                             They may seize
    On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand
    And steal immortal blessing from her lips,
    Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,
    Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    The damned use that word in hell.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
    Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._


                        All these woes shall serve
    For sweet discourses in our time to come.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Villain and he be many miles asunder.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I do remember an apothecary,--
    And hereabouts he dwells.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


                      Meagre were his looks,
    Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    A beggarly account of empty boxes.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Famine is in thy cheeks.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    _Ap._ My poverty, but not my will, consents.

    _Rom._ I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


                  The strength
    Of twenty men.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.

_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3._


                         Her beauty makes
    This vault a feasting presence full of light.

_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._


                      Beauty's ensign yet
    Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
    And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._


                  Eyes, look your last!
    Arms, take your last embrace!

_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._


    But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
    Leaving no tract behind.

_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water,
     which ne'er left man i' the mire.

_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Immortal gods, I crave no pelf;
    I pray for no man but myself;
    Grant I may never prove so fond,
    To trust man on his oath or bond.

_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._


                                Every room
    Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy.

_Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    'T is lack of kindly warmth.

_Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.

_Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.

_Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    We have seen better days.

_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Are not within the leaf of pity writ.

_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._


          I 'll example you with thievery:
    The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction
    Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief,
    And her pale fire she snatches from the sun;
    The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves
    The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief,
    That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen
    From general excrement: each thing 's a thief.

_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Life's uncertain voyage.

_Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1._


    As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The live-long day.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Beware the ides of March.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Well, honour is the subject of my story.
    I cannot tell what you and other men
    Think of this life; but, for my single self,
    I had as lief not be as live to be
    In awe of such a thing as I myself.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


                         "Darest thou, Cassius, now
    Leap in with me into this angry flood,
    And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word,
    Accoutred as I was, I plunged in
    And bade him follow.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Help me, Cassius, or I sink!

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


          Ye gods, it doth amaze me
    A man of such a feeble temper should
    So get the start of the majestic world
    And bear the palm alone.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
    Like a Colossus, and we petty men
    Walk under his huge legs and peep about
    To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
    Men at some time are masters of their fates:
    The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
    But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


                         Conjure with 'em,--
    Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar.
    Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
    Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed,
    That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
    Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
    The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
    As easily as a king.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Let me have men about me that are fat,
    Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights:
    Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
    He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


                        He reads much;
    He is a great observer, and he looks
    Quite through the deeds of men.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort
    As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit
    That could be moved to smile at anything.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


    But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.

_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._


                        'T is a common proof,
    That lowliness is young ambition's ladder,
    Whereto the climber-upward turns his face;
    But when he once attains the upmost[111-1] round,
    He then unto the ladder turns his back,
    Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees
    By which he did ascend.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Between the acting of a dreadful thing
    And the first motion, all the interim is
    Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream:
    The Genius and the mortal instruments
    Are then in council; and the state of man,
    Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
    The nature of an insurrection.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    A dish fit for the gods.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    But when I tell him he hates flatterers,
    He says he does, being then most flattered.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter;
    Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber:
    Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
    Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
    Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


      With an angry wafture of your hand,
    Gave sign for me to leave you.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    You are my true and honourable wife,
    As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112-1]
    That visit my sad heart.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Think you I am no stronger than my sex,
    Being so father'd and so husbanded?

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds,
    In ranks and squadrons and right form of war,
    Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


            These things are beyond all use,
    And I do fear them.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    When beggars die, there are no comets seen;
    The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Cowards die many times before their deaths;
    The valiant never taste of death but once.
    Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
    It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
    Seeing that death, a necessary end,
    Will come when it will come.

_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    _Cæs._ The ides of March are come.

    _Sooth._ Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    But I am constant as the northern star,
    Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
    There is no fellow in the firmament.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Et tu, Brute!

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                  How many ages hence
    Shall this our lofty scene be acted over
    In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The choice and master spirits of this age.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Though last, not least in love.[113-1]

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
    That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
    Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
    That ever lived in the tide of times.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be
     silent that you may hear.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Who is here so base that would be a bondman?

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
    I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him.
    The evil that men do lives after them;
    The good is oft interred with their bones.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    For Brutus is an honourable man;
    So are they all, all honourable men.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept:
    Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
    And men have lost their reason.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    But yesterday the word of Cæsar might
    Have stood against the world; now lies he there,
    And none so poor to do him reverence.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    See what a rent the envious Casca made.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    This was the most unkindest cut of all.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                              Great Cæsar fell.
    O, what a fall was there, my countrymen!
    Then I, and you, and all of us fell down,
    Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
    I am no orator, as Brutus is;
    But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I only speak right on.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                       Put a tongue
    In every wound of Cæsar that should move
    The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    When love begins to sicken and decay,
    It useth an enforced ceremony.
    There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                            You yourself
    Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    The foremost man of all this world.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,
    Than such a Roman.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    I said, an elder soldier, not a better:
    Did I say "better"?

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats,
    For I am arm'd so strong in honesty
    That they pass by me as the idle wind,
    Which I respect not.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so?
    When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous,
    To lock such rascal counters from his friends,
    Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts:
    Dash him to pieces!

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    A friend should bear his friend's infirmities,
    But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                         All his faults observed,
    Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    There is a tide in the affairs of men
    Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
    Omitted, all the voyage of their life
    Is bound in shallows and in miseries.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


      We must take the current when it serves,
    Or lose our ventures.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    The deep of night is crept upon our talk,
    And nature must obey necessity.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    _Brutus._ Then I shall see thee again?

    _Ghost._ Ay, at Philippi.

    _Brutus._ Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.

_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
    And leave them honeyless.

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius!
    If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
    If not, why then this parting was well made.

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._


          O, that a man might know
    The end of this day's business ere it come!

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._


    The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 3._


    This was the noblest Roman of them all.

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._


    His life was gentle, and the elements
    So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up
    And say to all the world, "This was a man!"

_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._


    _1 W._ When shall we three meet again
                In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

    _2 W._ When the hurlyburly 's done,
                When the battle 's lost and won.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Banners flout the sky.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Sleep shall neither night nor day
    Hang upon his pent-house lid.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Dwindle, peak, and pine.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                        What are these
    So wither'd and so wild in their attire,
    That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,
    And yet are on 't?

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    If you can look into the seeds of time,
    And say which grain will grow and which will not.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Stands not within the prospect of belief.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The earth hath bubbles as the water has,
    And these are of them.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                        The insane root
    That takes the reason prisoner.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And oftentimes, to win us to our harm,
    The instruments of darkness tell us truths,
    Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's
    In deepest consequence.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                       Two truths are told,
    As happy prologues to the swelling act
    Of the imperial theme.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And make my seated heart knock at my ribs,
    Against the use of nature. Present fears
    Are less than horrible imaginings.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                           Nothing is
    But what is not.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


    If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                  Come what come may,
    Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._


                  Nothing in his life
    Became him like the leaving it; he died
    As one that had been studied in his death
    To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
    As 't were a careless trifle.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._


                      There 's no art
    To find the mind's construction in the face.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._


    More is thy due than more than all can pay.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._


                    Yet do I fear thy nature;
    It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._


                       What thou wouldst highly,
    That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,
    And yet wouldst wrongly win.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._


    That no compunctious visitings of nature
    Shake my fell purpose.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Your face, my thane, is as a book where men
    May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
    Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,
    Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,
    But be the serpent under 't.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Which shall to all our nights and days to come
    Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._


    This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
    Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
    Unto our gentle senses.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._


                   The heaven's breath
    Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze,
    Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird
    Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle:
    Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed,
    The air is delicate.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._


    If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well
    It were done quickly: if the assassination
    Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
    With his surcease success; that but this blow
    Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
    But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
    We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases
    We still have judgment here; that we but teach
    Bloody instructions, which being taught, return
    To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice
    Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice
    To our own lips.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


                        Besides, this Duncan
    Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been
    So clear in his great office, that his virtues
    Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
    The deep damnation of his taking-off;
    And pity, like a naked new-born babe,
    Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
    Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
    Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
    That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur
    To prick the sides of my intent, but only
    Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself,
    And falls on the other.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


                              I have bought
    Golden opinions from all sorts of people.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


    Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would,"
    Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118-1]

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


    I dare do all that may become a man;
    Who dares do more is none.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


                          Nor time nor place
    Did then adhere.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


    _Macb._ If we should fail?

    _Lady M._                  We fail!
    But screw your courage to the sticking-place,
    And we 'll not fail.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


    Memory, the warder of the brain.

_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._


                 There 's husbandry in heaven;
    Their candles are all out.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                               Shut up
    In measureless content.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Is this a dagger which I see before me,
    The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
    I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
    Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
    To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
    A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
    Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                 Now o'er the one half-world
    Nature seems dead.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                Thou sure and firm-set earth,
    Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
    Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                     The bell invites me.
    Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
    That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman,
    Which gives the stern'st good-night.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]


                The attempt and not the deed
    Confounds us.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]


    I had most need of blessing, and "Amen"
    Stuck in my throat.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]


    Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more!
    Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep,
    Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care,
    The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
    Chief nourisher in life's feast.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]


    Infirm of purpose!

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]


                      'T is the eye of childhood
    That fears a painted devil.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]


    Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
    Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
    The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
    Making the green one red.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]


    The labour we delight in physics pain.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


      Dire combustion and confused events
    New hatch'd to the woful time.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


                        Tongue nor heart
    Cannot conceive nor name thee!

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


    Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!
    Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope
    The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence
    The life o' the building!

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


    The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees
    Is left this vault to brag of.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


    Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious,
    Loyal and neutral, in a moment?

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


    There 's daggers in men's smiles.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]


    A falcon, towering in her pride of place,
    Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._[120-3]


    Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up
    Thine own life's means!

_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    I must become a borrower of the night
    For a dark hour or twain.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Let every man be master of his time
    Till seven at night.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown,
    And put a barren sceptre in my gripe,
    Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand,
    No son of mine succeeding.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    _Mur._         We are men, my liege.

    _Mac._ Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                            I am one, my liege,
    Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
    Have so incensed that I am reckless what
    I do to spite the world.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune,
    That I would set my life on any chance,
    To mend it, or be rid on 't.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._


              Things without all remedy
    Should be without regard; what 's done is done.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


               Better be with the dead,
    Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace,
    Than on the torture of the mind to lie
    In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave;
    After life's fitful fever he sleeps well:
    Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,
    Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing,
    Can touch him further.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    In them Nature's copy 's not eterne.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A deed of dreadful note.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck,
    Till thou applaud the deed.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Now spurs the lated traveller apace
    To gain the timely inn.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in
    To saucy doubts and fears.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Now, good digestion wait on appetite,
    And health on both!

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
    Thy gory locks at me.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    The air-drawn dagger.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                     The time has been,
    That when the brains were out the man would die,
    And there an end; but now they rise again,
    With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
    And push us from our stools.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
    Which thou dost glare with!

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                A thing of custom,--'t is no other;
    Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                What man dare, I dare:
    Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
    The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,--
    Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves
    Shall never tremble.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                  Hence, horrible shadow!
    Unreal mockery, hence!

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting,
    With most admir'd disorder.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                Can such things be,
    And overcome us like a summer's cloud,
    Without our special wonder?

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Stand not upon the order of your going,
    But go at once.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    _Macb._             What is the night?

    _L. Macb._ Almost at odds with morning, which is which.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                              I am in blood
    Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
    Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                         My little spirit, see,
    Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5._


    Double, double toil and trouble;
    Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
    Wool of bat and tongue of dog.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    By the pricking of my thumbs,
    Something wicked this way comes.
          Open, locks,
          Whoever knocks!

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    A deed without a name.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


          I 'll make assurance double sure,
    And take a bond of fate.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Show his eyes, and grieve his heart;
    Come like shadows, so depart!

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I 'll charm the air to give a sound,
    While you perform your antic round.[123-1]

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The weird sisters.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The flighty purpose never is o'ertook,
    Unless the deed go with it.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                   When our actions do not,
    Our fears do make us traitors.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell,
    Uproar the universal peace, confound
    All unity on earth.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Stands Scotland where it did?

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak
    Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    What, all my pretty chickens and their dam
    At one fell swoop?

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    I cannot but remember such things were,
    That were most precious to me.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    O, I could play the woman with mine eyes
    And braggart with my tongue.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    The night is long that never finds the day.

_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Out, damned spot! out, I say!

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood
     in him?

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._


     All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane,
    I cannot taint with fear.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._


                      My way of life
    Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf;
    And that which should accompany old age,
    As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
    I must not look to have; but in their stead
    Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath,
    Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._


    _Doct._            Not so sick, my lord,
    As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
    That keep her from her rest.

    _Macb._                        Cure her of that.
    Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,
    Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
    Raze out the written troubles of the brain,
    And with some sweet oblivious antidote
    Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
    Which weighs upon the heart?

    _Doct._                      Therein the patient
    Must minister to himself.

    _Macb._ Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._


    I would applaud thee to the very echo,
    That should applaud again.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Hang out our banners on the outward walls;
    The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength
    Will laugh a siege to scorn.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


                            My fell of hair
    Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
    As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


    To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


    I pull in resolution, and begin
    To doubt the equivocation of the fiend
    That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood
    Do come to Dunsinane."

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


    I gin to be aweary of the sun.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


                   Blow, wind! come, wrack!
    At least we 'll die with harness on our back.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._


    Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6._


    I bear a charmed life.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]


    And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd,
    That palter with us in a double sense:
    That keep the word of promise to our ear
    And break it to our hope.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]


    Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]


                      Lay on, Macduff,
    And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"

_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]


    For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold,
    And I am sick at heart.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    But in the gross and scope of my opinion,
    This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


                             Whose sore task
    Does not divide the Sunday from the week.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


                              This sweaty haste
    Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
    A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
    The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
    Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    And then it started like a guilty thing
    Upon a fearful summons.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
    The extravagant and erring spirit hies
    To his confine.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    It faded on the crowing of the cock.
    Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes
    Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
    The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
    And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127-1] abroad;
    The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
    No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
    So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
    But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
    Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127-2]

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The memory be green.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127-3]
    With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage,
    In equal scale weighing delight and dole.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    The head is not more native to the heart.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A little more than kin, and less than kind.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


                 All that lives must die,
    Passing through nature to eternity.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems."
    'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
    Nor customary suits of solemn black.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    But I have that within which passeth show;
    These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


                     'T is a fault to Heaven,
    A fault against the dead, a fault to nature,
    To reason most absurd.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
    Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
    Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd
    His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
    How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable
    Seem to me all the uses of this world!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    That it should come to this!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,
    That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
    Visit her face too roughly.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


                  Why, she would hang on him,
    As if increase of appetite had grown
    By what it fed on.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Frailty, thy name is woman!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A little month.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Like Niobe, all tears.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A beast, that wants discourse of reason.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    My father's brother, but no more like my father
    Than I to Hercules.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    It is not nor it cannot come to good.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
    Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
    Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
    Or ever I had seen that day.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    In my mind's eye, Horatio.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    He was a man, take him for all in all,
    I shall not look upon his like again.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Season your admiration for a while.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    In the dead vast and middle of the night.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128-1]

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    _Ham._ His beard was grizzled,--no?

    _Hor._ It was, as I have seen it in his life,
    A sable silver'd.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Let it be tenable in your silence still.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


                   Foul deeds will rise,
    Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A violet in the youth of primy nature,
    Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
    The perfume and suppliance of a minute.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The chariest maid is prodigal enough,
    If she unmask her beauty to the moon:
    Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes:
    The canker galls the infants of the spring
    Too oft before their buttons be disclosed,
    And in the morn and liquid dew of youth
    Contagious blastments are most imminent.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
    Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven;
    Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine,
    Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
    And recks not his own rede.[129-1]

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Give thy thoughts no tongue.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
    Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
    Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129-2] of steel.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


                                 Beware
    Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in,
    Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee.
    Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;
    Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
    Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
    But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;
    For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Neither a borrower nor a lender be;
    For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
    And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
    This above all: to thine own self be true,
    And it must follow, as the night the day,
    Thou canst not then be false to any man.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Springes to catch woodcocks.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul
    Lends the tongue vows.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._


    _Ham._ The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.

    _Hor._ It is a nipping and an eager air.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    But to my mind, though I am native here
    And to the manner born, it is a custom
    More honoured in the breach than the observance.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
    Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,
    Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
    Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
    Thou comest in such a questionable shape
    That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet,
    King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
    Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
    Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
    Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
    Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
    Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
    To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
    That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
    Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
    Making night hideous,[131-1] and we fools of nature
    So horridly to shake our disposition
    With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    I do not set my life at a pin's fee.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


                     My fate cries out,
    And makes each petty artery in this body
    As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


                     Unhand me, gentlemen.
    By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._


                   I am thy father's spirit,
    Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night,
    And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131-2]
    Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature
    Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid
    To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
    I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word
    Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
    Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres,
    Thy knotted and combined locks to part
    And each particular hair to stand an end,
    Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131-3]
    But this eternal blazon must not be
    To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed
    That roots itself[131-4] in ease on Lethe wharf.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


                     O my prophetic soul!
    My uncle!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air;
    Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard,
    My custom always of the afternoon.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin,
    Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled,
    No reckoning made, but sent to my account
    With all my imperfections on my head.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


                           Leave her to heaven
    And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
    To prick and sting her.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    The glow-worm shows the matin to be near,
    And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


                 While memory holds a seat
    In this distracted globe. Remember thee!
    Yea, from the table of my memory
    I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Within the book and volume of my brain.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
    My tables,--meet it is I set it down,
    That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain:
    At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    _Ham._ There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark
    But he 's an arrant knave.

    _Hor._ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
    To tell us this.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


        Every man has business and desire,
    Such as it is.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


               Art thou there, truepenny?
    Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
    Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
    That ever I was born to set it right!

_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._


    The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind,
    A savageness in unreclaimed blood.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    This is the very ecstasy of love.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Brevity is the soul of wit.[133-1]

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    More matter, with less art.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity;
    And pity 't is 't is true.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


            Find out the cause of this effect,
    Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
    For this effect defective comes by cause.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Doubt thou the stars are fire;
      Doubt that the sun doth move;
    Doubt truth to be a liar;
      But never doubt I love.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of
     ten thousand.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Still harping on my daughter.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    _Pol._ What do you read, my lord?

    _Ham._ Words, words, words.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    They have a plentiful lack of wit.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    On fortune's cap we are not the very button.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    A dream itself is but a shadow.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory;
     this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
     o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden
     fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and
     pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man!
     how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving
     how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in
     apprehension how like a god!

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could
     find it out.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    I know a hawk from a handsaw.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    One fair daughter and no more,
    The which he loved passing well.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Come, give us a taste of your quality.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to
     the general.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after
     your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill
     report while you live.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,
    That he should weep for her?

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                   Unpack my heart with words,
    And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
    With most miraculous organ.[135-1]

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                 The devil hath power
    To assume a pleasing shape.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Abuses me to damn me.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                      The play 's the thing
    Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king.

_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._


                      With devotion's visage
    And pious action we do sugar o'er
    The devil himself.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


      To be, or not to be: that is the question:
    Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer
    The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
    Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
    And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep:
    No more; and by a sleep to say we end
    The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
    That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation
    Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
    To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub:
    For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
    When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
    Must give us pause: there 's the respect
    That makes calamity of so long life;
    For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
    The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
    The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
    The insolence of office and the spurns
    That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
    When he himself might his quietus make
    With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136-1] bear,
    To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
    But that the dread of something after death,
    The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
    No traveller returns, puzzles the will
    And makes us rather bear those ills we have
    Than fly to others that we know not of?
    Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
    And thus the native hue of resolution
    Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
    And enterprises of great pith and moment
    With this regard their currents turn awry,
    And lose the name of action.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                   Nymph, in thy orisons
    Be all my sins remember'd.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I am myself indifferent honest.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape
     calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given
     you one face, and you make yourselves another.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
    The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
    The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
    The observed of all observers!

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
    Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                                   O, woe is me,
    To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all
     gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the
     whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance
     that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to
     hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters,
     to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the
     most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and
     noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing
     Termagant; it out-herods Herod.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this
     special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious
     grieve.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Not to speak it profanely.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not
     made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    _First Play._ We have reformed that indifferently with
    us, sir.

    _Ham._ O, reform it altogether.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man
    As e'er my conversation coped withal.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp,
    And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee
    Where thrift may follow fawning.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A man that fortune's buffets and rewards
    Hast ta'en with equal thanks.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


      They are not a pipe for fortune's finger
    To sound what stop she please. Give me that man
    That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
    In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
    As I do thee.--Something too much of this.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    And my imaginations are as foul
    As Vulcan's stithy.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Here 's metal more attractive.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of
     sables.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a
     year.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    This is miching mallecho; it means mischief.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    _Ham._ Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?

    _Oph._ 'T is brief, my lord.

    _Ham._ As woman's love.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Our wills and fates do so contrary run
    That our devices still are overthrown.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    The lady doth protest[138-1] too much, methinks.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Why, let the stricken deer go weep,
      The hart ungalled play;
    For some must watch, while some must sleep:
      So runs the world away.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    'T is as easy as lying.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    It will discourse most eloquent music.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Pluck out the heart of my mystery.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     _Ham._ Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a
     camel?

     _Pol._ By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed.

     _Ham._ Methinks it is like a weasel.

     _Pol._ It is backed like a weasel.

     _Ham._ Or like a whale?

     _Pol._ Very like a whale.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    They fool me to the top of my bent.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    By and by is easily said.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    'T is now the very witching time of night,
    When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
    Contagion to this world.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven;
    It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't,
    A brother's murder.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


           Like a man to double business bound,
    I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
    And both neglect.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                           'T is not so above;
    There is no shuffling, there the action lies
    In his true nature.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,
    Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay!
    Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
    Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                       About some act
    That has no relish of salvation in 't.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    My words fly up, my thoughts remain below:
    Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Dead, for a ducat, dead!

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
    If it be made of penetrable stuff.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                           Such an act
    That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    False as dicers' oaths.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    A rhapsody of words.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                                    What act
    That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
    The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
    See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
    Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
    An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
    A station like the herald Mercury
    New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,--
    A combination and a form indeed,
    Where every god did seem to set his seal,
    To give the world assurance of a man.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                             At your age
    The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell,
    If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
    To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
    And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
    When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
    Since frost itself as actively doth burn,
    And reason panders will.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,
    That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
    And put it in his pocket!

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    A king of shreds and patches.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                      How is 't with you,
    That you do bend your eye on vacancy?

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    This is the very coinage of your brain:
    This bodiless creation ecstasy
    Is very cunning in.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                       Bring me to the test,
    And I the matter will re-word; which madness
    Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
    Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                Confess yourself to heaven;
    Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Assume a virtue, if you have it not.
    That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
    Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                        Refrain to-night,
    And that shall lend a kind of easiness
    To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
    For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I must be cruel, only to be kind:
    Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    For 't is the sport to have the enginer
    Hoist with his own petar.

_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                 Diseases desperate grown
    By desperate appliance are relieved,
    Or not at all.[141-1]

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._


     A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
     the fish that hath fed of that worm.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
    Looking before and after, gave us not
    That capability and godlike reason
    To fust in us unused.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._


                      Rightly to be great
    Is not to stir without great argument,
    But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
    When honour 's at the stake.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    So full of artless jealousy is guilt,
    It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
    All in the morning betime.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
    But in battalions.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    There 's such divinity doth hedge a king,
    That treason can but peep to what it would.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine,
    It sends some precious instance of itself
    After the thing it loves.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


     There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; . . . and there is
     pansies, that 's for thoughts.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


     You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy; I
     would give you some violets, but they withered.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    His beard was as white as snow,
    All flaxen was his poll.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._


    A very riband in the cap of youth.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._


                        That we would do,
    We should do when we would.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    One woe doth tread upon another's heel,
    So fast they follow.[143-1]

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._


                 Nature her custom holds,
    Let shame say what it will.

_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._


     _1 Clo._ Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens
     not his own life.

     _2 Clo._ But is this law?

     _1 Clo._ Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Cudgel thy brains no more about it.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Has this fellow no feeling of his business?

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his
     quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his
     tricks?

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or
     equivocation will undo us.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so
     near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite
     jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a
     thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my
     gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
     not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs?
     your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a
     roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen?
     Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an
     inch thick, to this favour she must come.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


     To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination
     trace the noble dust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a
     bung-hole?

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay,
    Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


                   Lay her i' the earth:
    And from her fair and unpolluted flesh
    May violets spring![144-1]

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144-2]

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid,
    And not have strew'd thy grave.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


        Though I am not splenitive and rash,
    Yet have I something in me dangerous.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


                       Forty thousand brothers
    Could not, with all their quantity of love,
    Make up my sum.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


                      Nay, an thou 'lt mouth,
    I 'll rant as well as thou.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Let Hercules himself do what he may,
    The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._


    There 's a divinity that shapes our ends,
    Rough-hew them how we will.[145-1]

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    I once did hold it, as our statists do,
    A baseness to write fair.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    It did me yeoman's service.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


           The bravery of his grief did put me
    Into a towering passion.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    What imports the nomination of this gentleman?

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


     The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry
     cannon by our sides.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    'T is the breathing time of day with me.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


     There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be
     now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if
     it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no
     man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


       I have shot mine arrow o'er the house,
    And hurt my brother.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Now the king drinks to Hamlet.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    A hit, a very palpable hit.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


                        This fell sergeant, death,
    Is strict in his arrest.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Report me and my cause aright.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Absent thee from felicity awhile.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    The rest is silence.

_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Although the last, not least.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Nothing will come of nothing.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


                     Mend your speech a little,
    Lest it may mar your fortunes.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


          I want that glib and oily art,
    To speak and purpose not.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue
    As I am glad I have not.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._


     As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly
     compulsion.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2._


     That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the
     best of me is diligence.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._


    How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is
    To have a thankless child!

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.

_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow,
    Thy element 's below.

_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Nature in you stands on the very verge
    Of her confine.

_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Necessity's sharp pinch!

_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._


      Let not women's weapons, water-drops,
    Stain my man's cheeks!

_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                   Tremble, thou wretch,
    That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
    Unwhipp'd of justice.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


                                I am a man
    More sinn'd against than sinning.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
    That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
    How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
    Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you
    From seasons such as these?

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                      Take physic, pomp;
    Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Out-paramoured the Turk.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    'T is a naughty night to swim in.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    The green mantle of the standing pool.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    But mice and rats, and such small deer,
    Have been Tom's food for seven long year.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147-1]

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Poor Tom 's a-cold.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Child Rowland to the dark tower came,
    His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum,
    I smell the blood of a British man.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                     The little dogs and all,
    Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._


    Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
    Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
    Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._


    I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7._


    The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                      The worst is not
    So long as we can say, "This is the worst."

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                    Patience and sorrow strove
    Who should express her goodliest.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                          Half way down
    Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade!
    Methinks he seems no bigger than his head:
    The fishermen that walk upon the beach
    Appear like mice.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


    Nature 's above art in that respect.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


    Ay, every inch a king.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


     Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my
     imagination.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


     A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine
     ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in
     thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice,
     which is the thief?

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


    Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
    Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._


                     Mine enemy's dog,
    Though he had bit me, should have stood that night
    Against my fire.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    Pray you now, forget and forgive.

_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
    The gods themselves throw incense.

_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._


    The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
    Make instruments to plague us.

_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._


                     Her voice was ever soft,
    Gentle, and low,--an excellent thing in woman.

_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much
    That would upon the rack of this tough world
    Stretch him out longer.

_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._


    That never set a squadron in the field,
    Nor the division of a battle knows.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The bookish theoric.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


                'T is the curse of service,
    Preferment goes by letter and affection,
    And not by old gradation, where each second
    Stood heir to the first.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


    We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
    Cannot be truly follow'd.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Whip me such honest knaves.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


      I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
    For daws to peck at.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


     You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid
     you.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
    My very noble and approv'd good masters,
    That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
    It is most true; true, I have married her:
    The very head and front of my offending
    Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149-1]
    And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace:
    For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
    Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
    Their dearest action in the tented field,
    And little of this great world can I speak,
    More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
    And therefore little shall I grace my cause
    In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
    I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
    Of my whole course of love.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Her father loved me; oft invited me;
    Still question'd me the story of my life,
    From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
    That I have passed.
    I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
    To the very moment that he bade me tell it:
    Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
    Of moving accidents by flood and field,
    Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
    Of being taken by the insolent foe
    And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
    And portance in my travels' history;
    Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
    Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven,
    It was my hint to speak,--such was the process;
    And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
    The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
    Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150-1]
    Would Desdemona seriously incline.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    And often did beguile her of her tears,
    When I did speak of some distressful stroke
    That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
    She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
    She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange.
    'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful;
    She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
    That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me,
    And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
    I should but teach him how to tell my story,
    And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
    She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
    And I loved her that she did pity them.
    This only is the witchcraft I have used.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    I do perceive here a divided duty.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
    Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
    My thrice-driven bed of down.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    I saw Othello's visage in his mind.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Put money in thy purse.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


     The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to
     him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Framed to make women false.

_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._


    One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    For I am nothing, if not critical.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I am not merry; but I do beguile
    The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    She that was ever fair and never proud,
    Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--

      _Des._ To do what?

      _Iago._ To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

      _Des._ O most lame and impotent conclusion!

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    If after every tempest come such calms,
    May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Egregiously an ass.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Potations pottle-deep.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    King Stephen was a worthy peer,
      His breeches cost him but a crown;
    He held them sixpence all too dear,--
      With that he called the tailor lown.[152-1]

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
    From her propriety.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


                   Your name is great
    In mouths of wisest censure.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


                Cassio, I love thee;
    But never more be officer of mine.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    _Iago._ What, are you hurt, lieutenant?

    _Cas._ Ay, past all surgery.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my
     reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what
     remains is bestial.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known
     by, let us call thee devil!

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
     their brains!

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     _Cas._ Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a
     devil.

     _Iago._ Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it
     be well used.

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    How poor are they that have not patience!

_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
    But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
    Chaos is come again.[153-1]

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


            Speak to me as to thy thinkings,
    As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
    The worst of words.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
    Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing;
    'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands;
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
    The meat it feeds on.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153-2] loves!

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Poor and content is rich and rich enough.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                    To be once in doubt
    Is once to be resolv'd.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                If I do prove her haggard,
    Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
    I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
    To prey at fortune.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                         I am declined
    Into the vale of years.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                 O curse of marriage,
    That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
    And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
    And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
    Than keep a corner in the thing I love
    For others' uses.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                  Trifles light as air
    Are to the jealous confirmations strong
    As proofs of holy writ.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                  Not poppy, nor mandragora,
    Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
    Which thou owedst yesterday.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    I swear 't is better to be much abused
    Than but to know 't a little.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
    Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                      O, now, for ever
    Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
    Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars
    That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
    Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
    The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
    The royal banner, and all quality,
    Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
    And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
    The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
    Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                        No hinge nor loop
    To hang a doubt on.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    On horror's head horrors accumulate.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


               Take note, take note, O world,
    To be direct and honest is not safe.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                  Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
    For 't is of aspics' tongues!

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                     Like to the Pontic sea,
    Whose icy current and compulsive course
    Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
    To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
    Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
    Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
    Till that a capable and wide revenge
    Swallow them up.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    They laugh that win.[155-1]

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    I understand a fury in your words,
    But not the words.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                     But, alas, to make me
    A fixed figure for the time of scorn
    To point his slow unmoving finger[155-2] at!

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                            O thou weed,
    Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
    That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold,
    And put in every honest hand a whip
    To lash the rascals naked through the world!

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    'T is neither here nor there.

_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    It makes us or it mars us.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Every way makes my gain.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._


    He hath a daily beauty in his life.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._


                         This is the night
    That either makes me or fordoes me quite.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._


    And smooth as monumental alabaster.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Put out the light, and then put out the light:
    If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
    I can again thy former light restore
    Should I repent me; but once put out thy light,
    Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
    I know not where is that Promethean heat
    That can thy light relume.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    So sweet was ne'er so fatal.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
    Had stomach for them all.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    One entire and perfect chrysolite.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Curse his better angel from his side,
    And fall to reprobation.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Every puny whipster.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
    And he retires.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    I have done the state some service, and they know 't.
    No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
    When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
    Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
    Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak
    Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
    Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
    Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
    Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
    Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
    Albeit unused to the melting mood,
    Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
    Their medicinal gum.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
    And smote him, thus.

_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._


    There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1._


                             On the sudden
    A Roman thought hath struck him.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._


    This grief is crowned with consolation.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Give me to drink mandragora.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._


    Where 's my serpent of old Nile?

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._


    A morsel for a monarch.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._


                         My salad days,
    When I was green in judgment.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._


                          Epicurean cooks
    Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Small to greater matters must give way.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
    Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
    Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
    The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
    Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
    The water which they beat to follow faster,
    As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
    It beggar'd all description.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
    Her infinite variety.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    I have not kept my square; but that to come
    Shall all be done by the rule.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3._


                         'T was merry when
    You wager'd on your angling; when your diver
    Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
    With fervency drew up.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5._


    Come, thou monarch of the vine,
    Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7._


    Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
    Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition,
    The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
    Than gain which darkens him.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                   He wears the rose
    Of youth upon him.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._


                         Men's judgments are
    A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward
    Do draw the inward quality after them,
    To suffer all alike.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._


    To business that we love we rise betime,
    And go to 't with delight.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    This morning, like the spirit of a youth
    That means to be of note, begins betimes.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12._


    Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish;
    A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
    A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock,
    A forked mountain, or blue promontory
    With trees upon 't.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._


    That which is now a horse, even with a thought
    The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
    As water is in water.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._


                         Since Cleopatra died,
    I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods
    Detest my baseness.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._


    I am dying, Egypt, dying.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._


    O, wither'd is the garland of the war,
    The soldier's pole is fallen.[159-1]

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._


    Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._


                         For his bounty,
    There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was
    That grew the more by reaping.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._


              If there be, or ever were, one such,
    It 's past the size of dreaming.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._


                       Mechanic slaves
    With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._


                              I have
    Immortal longings in me.

_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.

_Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Hath his bellyful of fighting.

_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.

_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned
     up ace.

_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
      And Phoebus 'gins arise,[159-2]
    His steeds to water at those springs
      On chaliced flowers that lies;
    And winking Mary-buds begin
      To ope their golden eyes:
    With everything that pretty is,
      My lady sweet, arise.

_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5._


    Some griefs are medicinable.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                           So slippery that
    The fear 's as bad as falling.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    The game is up.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                     No, 't is slander,
    Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
    Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
    Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
    All corners of the world.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                   Some jay of Italy,
    Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him:
    Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    It is no act of common passage, but
    A strain of rareness.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    I have not slept one wink.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                    Thou art all the comfort
    The gods will diet me with.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._


                              Weariness
    Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth
    Finds the down pillow hard.

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._


                     An angel! or, if not,
    An earthly paragon!

_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._


    Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys
    Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.

_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                              And put
    My clouted brogues from off my feet.

_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Golden lads and girls all must,
    As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                   O, never say hereafter
    But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother
    When I was but your sister.

_Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5._


                       Like an arrow shot
    From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark
    His eye doth level at.

_Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1._


     _3 Fish._ Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.

     _1 Fish._ Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little
     ones.

_Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.

_Venus and Adonis. Line 145._


    For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
    And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

_Venus and Adonis. Line 1019._


    The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.

_Venus and Adonis. Line 1027._


    For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.

_Lucrece. Line 1006._


    Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee
    Calls back the lovely April of her prime.

_Sonnet iii._


    And stretched metre of an antique song.

_Sonnet xvii._


    But thy eternal summer shall not fade.

_Sonnet xviii._


    The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161-1]
    After a thousand victories, once foil'd,
    Is from the books of honour razed quite,
    And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.

_Sonnet xxv._


    When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
    I summon up remembrance of things past,
    I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
    And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.

_Sonnet xxx._


    Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

_Sonnet xxxiii._


    My grief lies onward and my joy behind.

_Sonnet l._


    Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are,
    Or captain jewels in the carcanet.

_Sonnet lii._


    The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
    For that sweet odour which doth in it live.

_Sonnet liv._


    Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
    Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

_Sonnet lv._


    Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
    But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
    How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
    Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

_Sonnet lxv._


    And art made tongue-tied by authority.

_Sonnet lxvi._


    And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
    And captive good attending captain ill.

_Sonnet lxvi._


    The ornament of beauty is suspect,
    A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.

_Sonnet lxx._


    That time of year thou may'st in me behold,
    When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
    Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,--
    Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

_Sonnet lxxiii._


    Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
    Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read,
    And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
    When all the breathers of this world are dead;
    You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen--
    Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.

_Sonnet lxxxi._


    Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.

_Sonnet lxxxvii._


          Do not drop in for an after-loss.
    Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow,
    Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
    Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
    To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.

_Sonnet xc._


    When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim,
    Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.

_Sonnet xcviii._


    Still constant is a wondrous excellence.

_Sonnet cv._


    And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.

_Sonnet cvi._


                     My nature is subdu'd
    To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.

_Sonnet cxi._


    Let me not to the marriage of true minds
    Admit impediments: love is not love
    Which alters when it alteration finds.

_Sonnet cxvi._


    'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
    When not to be receives reproach of being;
    And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd,
    Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.

_Sonnet cxxi._


    No, I am that I am, and they that level
    At my abuses reckon up their own.

_Sonnet cxxi._


    That full star that ushers in the even.

_Sonnet cxxxii._


    So on the tip of his subduing tongue
    All kinds of arguments and questions deep,
    All replication prompt, and reason strong,
    For his advantage still did wake and sleep.
    To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
    He had the dialect and different skill,
    Catching all passion in his craft of will.

_A Lover's Complaint. Line 120._


    O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
    In the small orb of one particular tear.

_A Lover's Complaint. Line 288._


    Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.

_The Passionate Pilgrim. iii._


    Crabbed age and youth
    Cannot live together.

_The Passionate Pilgrim. viii._


    Have you not heard it said full oft,
    A woman's nay doth stand for naught?

_The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv._


    Cursed be he that moves my bones.

_Shakespeare's Epitaph._


FOOTNOTES:

[44-1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's
    face.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4,
    subsect. 1._

[44-2] Custom is almost second nature.--PLUTARCH: _Preservation of
    Health._

[45-1] Familiarity breeds contempt.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 640._

[46-1] What the dickens!--THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Edward IV. act iii. sc.
    1._

[46-2] As ill luck would have it.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, pt. i.
    bk. i. ch. ii._

[47-1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight.

[47-2] Compare Portia's words in _Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc.
    1._

[49-1] See Spenser, page 29.

[49-2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"--the motto used by Tennyson
    for the poem "Mariana."

[49-3] This song occurs in _Act v. Sc. 2_ of Beaumont and
    Fletcher's _Bloody Brother_, with the following additional
    stanza:--

    Hide, O, hide those hills of snow,
      Which thy frozen bosom bears,
    On whose tops the pinks that grow
      Are of those that April wears!
    But first set my poor heart free,
    Bound in those icy chains by thee.

[50-1] For every why he had a wherefore.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
    i. canto i. line 132._

[51-1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.--PLINY:
    _Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER:
    _The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2._ MIDDLETON: _A Mad
    World, etc._

[54-1] For "mirth," White reads _shews_; Singer, _shows_.

[56-1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.--MILTON: _Comus, line 78._

[57-1] Maidens withering on the stalk.--WORDSWORTH: _Personal
    Talk, stanza 1._

[57-2] "Ever I could read,"--Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White.

[57-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.

[58-1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.

[58-2] See Chapman, page 36.

[58-3] Trew as steele.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Cresseide, book v.
    line 831._

[58-4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight.

[58-5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.--_1 Corinthians, ii. 9._

[59-1] I see the beginning of my end.--MASSINGER: _The Virgin
    Martyr act iii. sc. 3._

[60-1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I
    would not, that I do.--_Romans vii. 19._

[62-1] See Chaucer, page 5.

[63-1] See Heywood, page 10.

[63-2] I will play the swan and die in music.--_Othello, act v.
    sc. 2._

    I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
    Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death.

    _King John, act v. sc. 7._


    There, swan-like, let me sing and die.--BYRON: _Don Juan, canto
    iii. st. 86._

    You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am
    infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching
    death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they
    have in going to the God they serve.--SOCRATES: _In Phaedo, 77._

[64-1] It is better to learn late than never.--PUBLIUS SYRUS:
    _Maxim 864._

[64-2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into
    Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).--PHILLIPPE GUALTIER:
    _Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300._

[65-1] "It is not nominated in the bond."--White.

[68-1] The same in _The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1;_ in
    _Othello, act iii. sc. 1;_ in _The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i.
    sc. 4;_ and in _As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7._ RABELAIS: _book v.
    chap. iv._

[69-1]
    The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage,
    Which God and Nature do with actors fill.

    THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Apology for Actors. 1612._


    A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so
    many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe
    serves for a theatre.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the most Excellent Men._

[70-1] See Spenser, page 30.

[71-1] Too much of a good thing.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i.
    book i. chap. vi._

[71-2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton.

[72-1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will
    sell.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 968._

[72-2] See Heywood, page 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without
    Money._

[72-3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.--CONGREVE: _The
    Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1._

[73-1] See Heywood, page 18.

[74-1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!--W. R. SPENCER:
    _Lines to Lady A. Hamilton._

[74-2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was
    made at the suggestion of Pope.

[74-3] See Heywood, page 12.

[76-1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce.

[77-1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce.

[77-2] Into the jaws of death.--TENNYSON: _The Charge of the Light
    Brigade, stanza 3._

    In the jaws of death.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weekes and Workes,
    second week, first day, part iv._

[77-3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[78-1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[78-2] Like a wave of the sea.--_James i. 6._

[78-3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight.

[79-1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White.

[79-2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.--PUBLIUS
    SYRUS: _Maxim 278._

[80-1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses
    himself).--GABRIEL MEURIER: _Trésor des Sentences. 1530-1601._

[80-2] See page 63, note 2.

[82-1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle,
    than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.--MATT. _xix.
    24._

[83-1] THOMAS NASH: _Have with you to Saffron Walden._ DRYDEN:
    _Epilogue to the Duke of Guise._

[85-1] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1._
    SWIFT: _Mary the Cookmaid's Letter._

[87-1] See Heywood, page 19.

[87-2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.--BEAUMONT AND
    FLETCHER: _A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3._

[88-1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down
    first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish
    it?--_Luke xiv. 28._

[90-1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[90-2] See Heywood, page 20.

    Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.--_Henry VI. part iii. act
    ii. sc. 5._

[91-1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce.

[92-1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.--CIBBER: _Richard
    III. Altered, act v. sc. 3._

[92-2] "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[93-1] All delays are dangerous in war.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love,
    act i. sc. 1._

[93-2] Have a care o' th' main chance.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part
    ii. canto ii._

    Be careful still of the main chance.--DRYDEN: _Persius, satire
    vi._

[93-3] See Raleigh, page 25; Lyly, page 33.

[94-1] See Marlowe, page 40.

[96-1] For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.--POPE: _Essay
    on Criticism, part iii. line 66._

[96-2] "Stolen forth" in White and Knight.

[97-1] A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live
    long.--MIDDLETON: _The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1._

[97-2] Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!--CIBBER:
    _Richard III._ (_altered_), _act iv. sc. 3._

[98-1] A weak invention of the enemy.--CIBBER: _Richard III.
    (altered), act v. sc. 3._

[98-2] See Spenser, page 27.

[100-1] For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in
    marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.--SIR
    THOMAS MORE: _Richard III. and his miserable End._

                          All your better deeds
    Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.

    BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Philaster, act v. sc. 3._


          L'injure se grave en métal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde.
(An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.)

    JEAN BERTAUT. _Circa 1611._

[101-1] Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[101-2] Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[101-3] Labour for his pains.--EDWARD MOORE: _The Boy and his
    Rainbow._

    Labour for their pains.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, The Author's
    Preface._

[102-1] Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no
    one.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 1042._

[103-1]
    When flowing cups pass swiftly round
    With no allaying Thames.

    RICHARD LOVELACE: _To Althea from Prison, ii._

[103-2] See Sidney, page 34.

[103-3] Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight.

[104-1] See Heywood, page 18.

[104-2] See Chapman, page 36.

[105-1] My dancing days are done.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The
    Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3._

[105-2] Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs."

[105-3] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.

[105-4] Act ii. sc. 1. in White.

[106-1] Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the
    perjuries of lovers).--TIBULLUS: _iii. 6, 49._

[106-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in White.

[107-1] True as steel.--CHAUCER: _Troilus and Creseide, book v._
    Compare _Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2_.

[107-2] Word and a blow.--DRYDEN: _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1._
    BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's Progress, part i._

[111-1] "Utmost" in Singer.

[112-1] Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.--GRAY: _The
    Bard, i. 3, line 12._

[113-1] Though last not least.--SPENSER: _Colin Clout, line 444._

[118-1] See Heywood, page 14.

[119-1] Act. ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White.

[120-1] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, White.

[120-2] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in
    Staunton.

[120-3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in
    Staunton.

[123-1]
                    Let the air strike our tune,
    Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.

    MIDDLETON: _The Witch, act. v. sc. 2._

[126-1] Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White.

[127-1] "Can walk" in White.

[127-2] "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White.

[127-3] "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and
    Staunton.

[128-1] "Armed at all points" in Singer and White.

[129-1]
    And may you better reck the rede,
    Than ever did the adviser.

    BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._

[129-2] "Hooks" in Singer.

[131-1] And makes night hideous.--POPE: _The Dunciad, book iii.
    line 166._

[131-2] "To lasting fires" in Singer.

[131-3] "Porcupine" in Singer and Staunton.

[131-4] "Rots itself" in Staunton.

[133-1] A short saying oft contains much wisdom.--SOPHOCLES:
    _Aletes, frag. 99._

[135-1] See Chaucer, page 5.

[136-1] "Who would these fardels" in White.

[138-1] "Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton.

[141-1] Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme
    diseases.--HIPPOCRATES: _Aphorism i._

[143-1] Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.--HERRICK:
    _Sorrows Succeed._

    Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes;
    They love a train, they tread each other's heel.

    YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63._


    And woe succeeds to woe.--POPE: _The Iliad, book xvi. line 139._

[144-1]
    And from his ashes may be made
    The violet of his native land.

    TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, xviii._

[144-2] A ministering angel thou.--SCOTT: _Marmion, canto vi. st.
    30._

[145-1]
              But they that are above
    Have ends in everything.

    BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4._

[147-1] The prince of darkness is a gentleman.--SUCKLING: _The
    Goblins._

[149-1] Though I be rude in speech.--_2 Cor. xi. 6._

[150-1] "These things to hear" in Singer.

[152-1] Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's
    _Reliques_, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his
    version we sing in the nursery.

[153-1]
    For he being dead, with him is beauty slain,
    And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.

    _Venus and Adonis._

[153-2] "Fondly" in Singer and White; "soundly" in Staunton.

[155-1] CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i._

[155-2] "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton.

[159-1] See Marlowe, page 41.

[159-2] See Lyly, page 32.

[161-1] "Worth" in White.



FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626.

(_Works: Spedding and Ellis_).

     I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as
     men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought
     they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a
     help and ornament thereunto.

_Maxims of the Law. Preface._


     Come home to men's business and bosoms.

_Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625._


     No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground
     of truth.

_Of Truth._


     Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that
     natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the
     other.

_Of Death._


     Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature
     runs to, the more ought law to weed it out.

_Of Revenge._


     It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics),
     that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be
     wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be
     admired."

_Of Adversity._


     It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true
     greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of
     a god."

_Of Adversity._


     Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the
     blessing of the New.

_Of Adversity._


     Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity
     is not without comforts and hopes.

_Of Adversity._


     Virtue is like precious odours,--most fragrant when they are
     incensed or crushed.[165-1]

_Of Adversity._


     He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune;
     for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue
     or mischief.

_Of Marriage and Single Life._


     Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and
     old men's nurses.[165-2]

_Of Marriage and Single Life._


     Men in great place are thrice servants,--servants of the
     sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business.

_Of Great Place._


     Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him,
     and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of
     his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to
     him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never
     a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet,
     Mahomet will go to the hill."

_Of Boldness._


     The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the
     desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[165-3]

_Of Goodness._


     The remedy is worse than the disease.[165-4]

_Of Seditions._


     I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud
     and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a
     mind.

_Of Atheism._


     A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in
     philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[166-1]

_Of Atheism._


     Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the
     elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country
     before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school,
     and not to travel.

_Of Travel._


     Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil
     times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[166-2]

_Of Empire._


     In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point
     of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "The world
     says," or "There is a speech abroad."

_Of Cunning._


     There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the
     cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another,
     he lays it as if another had said it to him.

_Of Cunning._


     It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he
     would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the
     other party stick the less.

_Of Cunning._


     It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem,
     and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be
     between nations, certainly it is so between man and man.

_Of Seeming Wise._


     There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. A man's own
     observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is
     the best physic to preserve health.

_Of Regimen of Health._


     Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak
     agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good
     words or in good order.

_Of Discourse._


     Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[167-1]
     their discourse and speeches according to their learning and
     infused opinions.

_Of Custom and Education._


     Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[167-2]

_Of Fortune._


     If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for
     though she is blind, she is not invisible.[167-3]

_Of Fortune._


     Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for
     execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for
     settled business.

_Of Youth and Age._


     Virtue is like a rich stone,--best plain set.

_Of Beauty._


     God Almighty first planted a garden.[167-4]

_Of Gardens._


     And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air
     (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the
     hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know
     what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.

_Of Gardens._


     Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few
     to be chewed and digested.

_Of Studies._


     Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an
     exact man.

_Of Studies._


     Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile;
     natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able
     to contend.

_Of Studies._


     The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude
     of sects and religions.[168-1]

_Of Vicissitude of Things._


     Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books.

_Proposition touching Amendment of Laws._


     Knowledge is power.--Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[168-2]

_Meditationes Sacræ. De Hæresibus._


     Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved
     forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[168-3]

_Historia Vitæ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100._


     When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed,
     and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires.
     This is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of
     election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not
     so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken.
     Rich soils are often to be weeded.

_Letter of Expostulation to Coke._


     "Antiquitas sæculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient
     times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account
     ancient _ordine retrogrado_, by a computation backward from
     ourselves.[169-1]

_Advancement of Learning. Book i._ (_1605._)


     For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.

_Advancement of Learning. Book i._


     The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as
     pure as before.[169-2]

_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._


     It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of
     divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by
     submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind.

_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._


     Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's
     labours and peregrinations.

_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._


     Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence
     to God.[170-1]

_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._


     States as great engines move slowly.

_Advancement of Learning. Book ii._


    The world 's a bubble, and the life of man
      Less than a span.[170-2]

_The World._


    Who then to frail mortality shall trust
    But limns on water, or but writes in dust.

_The World._


    What then remains but that we still should cry
    For being born, and, being born, to die?[170-3]

_The World._


     For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches,
     to foreign nations, and to the next ages.

_From his Will._


     My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious
     jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that
     exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[170-4]

_Apothegms. No. 17._


     Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great
     strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were
     little ones.[171-1]

_Apothegms. No. 54._


     Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of
     noblemen's clothes.

_Apothegms. No. 64._


     Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter,
     was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the
     sooner."

_Apothegms. No. 76._


     Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age
     appears to be best in four things,--old wood best to burn, old
     wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to
     read.[171-2]

_Apothegms. No. 97._


     Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over
     the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own
     side, said to them, "Yes; but if we have such another victory, we
     are undone."[171-3]

_Apothegms. No. 193._


     Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends,
     that "We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not
     read that we ought to forgive our friends."

_Apothegms. No. 206._


     Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh
     them with new.

_Apothegms. No. 247._


FOOTNOTES:

[165-1]
    As aromatic plants bestow
    No spicy fragrance while they grow;
    But crushed or trodden to the ground,
    Diffuse their balmy sweets around.

    GOLDSMITH: _The Captivity, act i._


    The good are better made by ill,
    As odours crushed are sweeter still.

    ROGERS: _Jacqueline, stanza 3._

[165-2] BURTON (quoted): _Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect.
    2, memb. 5, subsect. 5._

[165-3]
    Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes;
    Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
    Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
    Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

    POPE: _Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125._

[165-4] There are some remedies worse than the disease.--PUBLIUS
    SYRUS: _Maxim 301._

[166-1] Who are a little wise the best fools be.--DONNE: _Triple
    Fool._

    A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in
    that study brings him about again to our religion.--FULLER: _The
    Holy State. The True Church Antiquary._

    A little learning is a dangerous thing.--POPE: _Essay on
    Criticism, part ii. line 15._

[166-2]
    Kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have
    The worship of the world, but no repose.

    SHELLEY: _Hellas._

[167-1] Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that
    thought." See Shakespeare, page 90.

[167-2] Every man is the architect of his own
    fortune.--PSEUDO-SALLUST: _Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1._

    His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.--PUBLIUS
    SYRUS: _Maxim 283._

[167-3] Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes,
    to signify to you that Fortune is blind.--SHAKESPEARE: _Henry V.
    act iii. sc. 6._

[167-4]
    God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.

    COWLEY: _The Garden, Essay v._


    God made the country, and man made the town.

    COWPER: _The Task, book i. line 749._


    Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana ædificavit urbes (Divine
    Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).--VARRO: _De
    Re Rustica, iii. 1._

[168-1] The vicissitude of things.--STERNE: _Sermon xvi._ GIFFORD:
    _Contemplation._

[168-2] A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth
    strength.--_Proverbs xxiv. 5._

    Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.--JOHNSON: _Rasselas,
    chap. xiii._

[168-3]
    The bee enclosed and through the amber shown,
    Seems buried in the juice which was his own.

    MARTIAL: _book iv. 32, vi. 15_ (Hay's translation).


    I saw a flie within a beade
    Of amber cleanly buried.

    HERRICK: _On a Fly buried in Amber._


    Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
    Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms.

    POPE: _Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169._

[169-1] As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell
    you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther
    distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the
    end,--the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech
    the most ancient since the world's creation.--GEORGE HAKEWILL: _An
    Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of God in the
    Government of the World. London, 1627._

    For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy,
    who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to
    be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote
    from it?--PASCAL: _Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum._

    It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from
    Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's "Cena di Cenere,"
    published in 1584: I mean the notion that the later times are more
    aged than the earlier.--WHEWELL: _Philosophy of the Inductive
    Sciences, vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1847._

    We are Ancients of the earth,
    And in the morning of the times.

    TENNYSON: _The Day Dream._ (_L' Envoi._)

[169-2] The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet
    remains as pure as before.--_Advancement of Learning_ (ed. Dewey).

    The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.--DIOGENES
    LAERTIUS: _Lib. vi. sect. 63._

    Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per
    immundos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a
    sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it
    is not polluted).--SAINT AUGUSTINE: _Works, vol. iii., In Johannis
    Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15._

    The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.--LYLY:
    _Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit_ (Arber's reprint), _p. 43._

    The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is
    unpolluted in his beam.--TAYLOR: _Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3._

    Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the
    sunbeam.--MILTON: _The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce._

[170-1] Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.--JOHN WESLEY
    (quoted): _Journal, Feb. 12, 1772._

    According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the
    Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows: "The
    doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness
    into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness
    into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness
    into godliness,"--literally, next to godliness.

[170-2] Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.--BROWNE:
    _Pastoral ii._

    Our life is but a span.--_New England Primer._

[170-3] This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same
    shape among the minor poems of the time: "Not to be born, or,
    being born, to die."--DRUMMOND: _Poems, p. 44._ BISHOP KING:
    _Poems, etc._ (1657), _p. 145._

[170-4] Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly
    the uppermost room is worst furnished.--HOWELL (quoted): _Letter
    i. book i. sect. ii._ (_1621._)

    Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many
    stories high.--FULLER: _Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1._

    Such as take lodgings in a head
    That 's to be let unfurnished.

    BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161._

[171-1] The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A.

[171-2] Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old
    wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers,
    sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.--WEBSTER:
    _Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2._

    Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes;
    they were easiest for his feet.--SELDEN: _Table Talk. Friends._

    Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old
    authors to read!--Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation
    of age, that age appeared to be best in these four
    things.--MELCHIOR: _Floresta Española de Apothegmas o sentencias,
    etc., ii. 1, 20._

    What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the
    preheminence of it in everything,--in an old friend, in old wine,
    in an old pedigree.--SHAKERLEY MARMION (1602-1639): _The
    Antiquary._

    I love everything that 's old,--old friends, old times, old
    manners, old books, old wine.--GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer,
    act i._

[171-3] There are some defeats more triumphant than
    victories.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Cannibals, chap. xxx._



THOMAS MIDDLETON. ---- -1626.

    As the case stands.[172-1]

_The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    On his last legs.

_The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172-2]

_Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    I smell a rat.[172-3]

_Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172-4]

_The Phoenix. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The better day, the better deed.[172-5]

_The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The worst comes to the worst.[172-6]

_The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172-7]

_Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    From thousands of our undone widows
    One may derive some wit.[172-8]

_A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172-9]

_The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Spick and span new.[172-10]

_The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172-11]

_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering?

_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._


    As true as I live.

_The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3._


    From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173-1]

_A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3._


                              That disease
    Of which all old men sicken,--avarice.[173-2]

_The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes.

_The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1._


    There is no hate lost between us.[173-3]

_The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3._


                  Let the air strike our tune,
    Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173-4]

_The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray,
    Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173-5]

_The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2._


    All is not gold that glisteneth.[173-6]

_A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1._


     As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet.

_More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4._


    'T is a stinger.[173-7]

_More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173-8]

_A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Turn over a new leaf.[174-1]

_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3._


                    My nearest
    And dearest enemy.[174-2]

_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1._


    This was a good week's labour.

_Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3._


     How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's
     days!

_No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    By many a happy accident.[174-3]

_No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[172-1] As the case stands.--MATHEW HENRY: _Commentaries, Psalm
    cxix._

[172-2] See Heywood, page 11.

[172-3] I smell a rat.--BEN JONSON: _Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc.
    3._ BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281._

    I begin to smell a rat.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. chap.
    x._

[172-4] See Shakespeare, page 97.

[172-5] The better day, the worse deed.--HENRY: _Commentaries,
    Genesis iii._

[172-6] Worst comes to the worst.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part
    i. book iii. chap. v._ MARSTON: _The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc.
    1._

[172-7] It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.--POPE:
    _The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383._

[172-8] Some undone widow sits upon mine arm.--MASSINGER: _A New
    Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1._

[172-9] For drames always go by contraries.--LOVER: _The Angel's
    Whisper._

[172-10] Spick and span new.--FORD: _The Lover's Melancholy, act
    i. sc. 1._ FARQUHAR: _Preface to his Works._

[172-11] Plain as a pike-staff.--_Terence in English_ (1641).
    BUCKINGHAM: _Speech in the House of Lords, 1675._ _Gil Blas_
    (Smollett's translation), _book xii. chap. viii._ BYROM: _Epistle
    to a Friend._

[173-1] See Shakespeare, page 51.

[173-2]
    So for a good old gentlemanly vice,
    I think I must take up with avarice.

    BYRON: _Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216._

[173-3] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don
    Quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii._ GOLDSMITH: _She Stoops to Conquer,
    act iv._ GARRICK: _Correspondence, 1759._ FIELDING: _The Grub
    Street Opera, act i. sc. 4._

[173-4] See Shakespeare, page 123.

[173-5] These lines are introduced into _Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1._
    According to Steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a
    traditional one." Collier says, "Doubtless it does not belong to
    Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be
    little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'The
    Witch.'"

[173-6] See Chaucer, page 5.

[173-7] He 'as had a stinger.--BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit without
    Money, act iv. sc. 1._

[173-8] See Shakespeare, page 69.

[174-1] _A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen_
    (1598). Turn over a new leaf.--DEKKER: _The Honest Whore, part
    ii. act i. sc. 2._ BURKE: _Letter to Mrs. Haviland._

[174-2] See Shakespeare, page 128.

[174-3] A happy accident.--MADAME DE STAËL: _L' Allemagne, chap.
    xvi._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii._



SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639.

    How happy is he born or taught,
      That serveth not another's will;
    Whose armour is his honest thought,
      And simple truth his utmost skill!

_The Character of a Happy Life._


    Who God doth late and early pray
      More of his grace than gifts to lend;
    And entertains the harmless day
      With a religious book or friend.

_The Character of a Happy Life._


    Lord of himself, though not of lands;
    And having nothing, yet hath all.[174-4]

_The Character of a Happy Life._


    You meaner beauties of the night,
      That poorly satisfy our eyes
    More by your number than your light;
      You common people of the skies,--
      What are you when the moon[174-5] shall rise?

_On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia._[174-6]


    He first deceased; she for a little tried
    To live without him, liked it not, and died.

_Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife._


    I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff.

_Preface to the Elements of Architecture._


    Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to.

_The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex._


     An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the
     commonwealth.[175-1]

_Reliquiæ Wottonianæ._


    The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175-2]

_A Panegyric to King Charles._


FOOTNOTES:

[174-4] As having nothing, and yet possessing all things.--_2
    Corinth. vi. 10._

[174-5] "Sun" in _Reliquiæ Wottonianæ_ (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672,
    1685).

[174-6] This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's
    "Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS.--HANNAH:
    _The Courtly Poets._

[175-1] In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, "This merry
    definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my
    friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album."

[175-2] He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:--

            Hic jacet hujus sententiæ primus author:
    DISPUTANDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES.
                     Nomen alias quære

    (Here lies the author of this phrase: "The itch for disputing is
    the sore of churches." Seek his name elsewhere).

    WALTON: _Life of Wotton._



RICHARD BARNFIELD. ---- -1570.

    As it fell upon a day
    In the merry month of May,
    Sitting in a pleasant shade
    Which a grove of myrtles made.

_Address to the Nightingale._[175-3]


FOOTNOTES:

[175-3] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now
    confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection
    of "Poems in Divers Humours," published in 1598.--ELLIS:
    _Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316._



SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626.

    Much like a subtle spider which doth sit
      In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide;
    If aught do touch the utmost thread of it,
      She feels it instantly on every side.[176-1]

_The Immortality of the Soul._


    Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been
      To public feasts, where meet a public rout,--
    Where they that are without would fain go in,
      And they that are within would fain go out.[176-2]

_Contention betwixt a Wife, etc._


FOOTNOTES:

[176-1]
    Our souls sit close and silently within,
    And their own webs from their own entrails spin;
    And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such
    That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.

    DRYDEN: _Mariage à la Mode, act ii. sc. 1._


    The spider's touch--how exquisitely fine!--
    Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.

    POPE: _Epistle i. line 217._

[176-2] 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds
    that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within
    despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get
    out.--WEBSTER: _The White Devil, act i. sc. 2._

    Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiégée: ceux qui sont dehors
    veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir
    (Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside
    want to get in, and those inside want to get out).--QUITARD:
    _Études sur les Proverbes Français, p. 102._

    It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and
    those within despair of getting out.--MONTAIGNE: _Upon some Verses
    of Virgil, chap. v._

    Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the
    beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish
    to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?--EMERSON:
    _Representative Men: Montaigne._



MARTYN PARKER. ---- -1630.

    Ye gentlemen of England
      That live at home at ease,
    Ah! little do you think upon
      The dangers of the seas.

_Song._


    When the stormy winds do blow.[176-3]

_Song._


FOOTNOTES:

[176-3]
    When the battle rages loud and long,
      And the stormy winds do blow.

    CAMPBELL: _Ye Mariners of England._



DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631.

    He was the Word, that spake it:
    He took the bread and brake it;
    And what that Word did make it,
    I do believe and take it.[177-1]

_Divine Poems. On the Sacrament._


                      We understood
    Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood
    Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought
    That one might almost say her body thought.

_Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury._


    She and comparisons are odious.[177-2]

_Elegy 8. The Comparison._


    Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177-3]

_The Triple Fool._


FOOTNOTES:

[177-1] Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It
    is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the
    edition of 1654, p. 352.

[177-2] See Fortescue, page 7.

[177-3] See Bacon, page 166.



BEN JONSON.[177-4] 1573-1637.

    It was a mighty while ago.

_Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177-5]

_Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3._


    As he brews, so shall he drink.

_Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Get money; still get money, boy,
    No matter by what means.[177-6]

_Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3._


     Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years.

_Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    It must be done like lightning.

_Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v._


    There shall be no love lost.[178-1]

_Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Still to be neat, still to be drest,
    As you were going to a feast.[178-2]

_Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Give me a look, give me a face,
    That makes simplicity a grace;
    Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,--
    Such sweet neglect more taketh me
    Than all the adulteries of art:
    They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

_Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1._


    That old bald cheater, Time.

_The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1._


    The world knows only two,--that 's Rome and I.

_Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1._


     Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself
     beyond expression.

_The Masque of Hymen._


    Courses even with the sun
    Doth her mighty brother run.

_The Gipsies Metamorphosed._


    Underneath this stone doth lie
    As much beauty as could die;
    Which in life did harbour give
    To more virtue than doth live.

_Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H._


    Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold,
    And almost every vice,--almighty gold.[178-3]

_Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland._


    Drink to me only with thine eyes,
      And I will pledge with mine;
    Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
      And I 'll not look for wine.[179-1]

_The Forest. To Celia._


                        Soul of the age,
    The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage,
    My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
    Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
    A little further, to make thee a room.[179-2]

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    Marlowe's mighty line.

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    Small Latin, and less Greek.

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    He was not of an age, but for all time.

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    For a good poet 's made as well as born.

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    Sweet swan of Avon!

_To the Memory of Shakespeare._


    Underneath this sable hearse
    Lies the subject of all verse,--
    Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother.
    Death, ere thou hast slain another,
    Learn'd and fair and good as she,
    Time shall throw a dart at thee.

_Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke._[179-3]


    Let those that merely talk and never think,
    That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180-1]

_Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the
Tribe of Ben._


    Still may syllabes jar with time,
    Still may reason war with rhyme,
                        Resting never!

_Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme._


    In small proportions we just beauties see,
    And in short measures life may perfect be.

_Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry
Morison. III._


    What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew,
    Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180-2]

_Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet._


FOOTNOTES:

[177-4] O rare Ben Jonson!--SIR JOHN YOUNG: _Epitaph._

[177-5] Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.--WITHER: _Poem on
    Christmas._

[177-6]
    Get place and wealth,--if possible, with grace;
    If not, by any means get wealth and place.

    POPE: _Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103._

[178-1] There is no love lost between us.--CERVANTES: _Don
    Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii._

[178-2] A translation from Bonnefonius.

[178-3] The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.--WOLCOT: _To
    Kien Long, Ode iv._

    Almighty dollar.--IRVING: _The Creole Village._

[179-1] Emoi de monois propine tois ommasin. . . . Ei de boulei,
    tois cheilesi prospherousa, plêrou philêmatôn to ekpôma, kai outôs
    didou

    (Drink to me with your eyes alone. . . . And if you will, take the
    cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me).

    PHILOSTRATUS: _Letter xxiv._

[179-2]
    Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh
    To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie
    A little nearer Spenser, to make room
    For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.

    BASSE: _On Shakespeare._

[179-3] This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It
    appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript
    collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS.
    No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and
    awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's
    poems.

[180-1]
    They never taste who always drink;
    They always talk who never think.

    PRIOR: _Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._

[180-2]
    What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
    Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

    POPE: _To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady._



JOHN WEBSTER. ---- -1638.

    I know death hath ten thousand several doors
    For men to take their exit.[180-3]

_Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,--the birds that
     are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within
     despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get
     out.[180-4]

_The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Condemn you me for that the duke did love me?
    So may you blame some fair and crystal river
    For that some melancholic, distracted man
    Hath drown'd himself in 't.

_The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright,
    But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181-1]

_The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,
    Since o'er shady groves they hover,
    And with leaves and flowers do cover
    The friendless bodies of unburied men.

_The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2._


     Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood
     burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers,
     sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181-2]

_Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    I saw him now going the way of all flesh.

_Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[180-3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND
    FLETCHER: _The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._

[180-4] See Davies, page 176.

[181-1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and
    smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS:
    _Pyrrho._

    Love is like a landscape which doth stand
    Smooth at a distance, rough at hand.

    ROBERT HEGGE: _On Love._


    We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness,
    But near approaches make the prospect less.

    YALDEN: _Against Enjoyment._


    As distant prospects please us, but when near
    We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

    GARTH: _The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27._


    'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
    And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

    CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7._

[181-2] See Bacon, page 171.



THOMAS DEKKER. ---- -1641.

                            A wise man poor
    Is like a sacred book that 's never read,--
    To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead.
    This age thinks better of a gilded fool
    Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school.

_Old Fortunatus._


    And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds,
    There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors.

_Old Fortunatus._


                        The best of men
    That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer;
    A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit,
    The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182-1]

_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12._


    I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182-2]

_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    This principle is old, but true as fate,--
    Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182-3]

_The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies.

_The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Turn over a new leaf.[182-4]

_The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    To add to golden numbers golden numbers.

_Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Honest labour bears a lovely face.

_Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[182-1] Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham,
    Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne
    of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.--JULIANA
    BERNERS: _Heraldic Blazonry._

[182-2] See Shakespeare, page 78.

[182-3] Cæsar said he loved the treason, but hated the
    traitor.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Romulus._

[182-4] See Middleton, page 174.



BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656.

     Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain
     of all virtues.

_Christian Moderation. Introduction._


     Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the
     grave.[182-5]

_Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2._


     There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth,
     many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was
     seen, nor never shall be.[182-6]

_Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses._


FOOTNOTES:

[182-5]
    And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
    Our birth is nothing but our death begun.

    YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 718._

[182-6]
    Full many a gem of purest ray serene
    The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear.

    GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 14._



JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625.

    Man is his own star; and the soul that can
    Render an honest and a perfect man
    Commands all light, all influence, all fate.
    Nothing to him falls early, or too late.
    Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183-1]
    Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_


                        All things that are
    Made for our general uses are at war,--
    Even we among ourselves.

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_


    Man is his own star; and that soul that can
    Be honest is the only perfect man.[183-2]

_Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune."_


    Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
    Sorrow calls no time that 's gone;
    Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
    Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183-3]

_The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    O woman, perfect woman! what distraction
    Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil!

_Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Let us do or die.[183-4]

_The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Hit the nail on the head.

_Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184-1]

_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    He went away with a flea in 's ear.

_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    There 's naught in this life sweet,
    If man were wise to see 't,
        But only melancholy;
        O sweetest Melancholy![184-2]

_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Fountain heads and pathless groves,
    Places which pale passion loves.

_The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow;
    You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow.

_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    And he that will to bed go sober
    Falls with the leaf still in October.[184-3]

_The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Three merry boys, and three merry boys,
      And three merry boys are we,[184-4]
    As ever did sing in a hempen string
      Under the gallows-tree.

_The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow
      Which thy frozen bosom bears,
    On whose tops the pinks that grow
      Are of those that April wears!
    But first set my poor heart free,
    Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184-5]

_The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2._


    Something given that way.

_The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Deeds, not words.[185-1]

_The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4._


FOOTNOTES:

[183-1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in
    particular all his life long.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy,
    part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2._ Burton also quotes Anthony
    Rusca in this connection, v. xviii.

[183-2] An honest man's the noblest work of God.--POPE: _Essay on
    Man, epistle iv. line 248._ BURNS: _The Cotter's Saturday Night._

[183-3]
    Weep no more, Lady! weep no more,
      Thy sorrow is in vain;
    For violets plucked, the sweetest showers
      Will ne'er make grow again.

    PERCY: _Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray._

[183-4] Let us do or die.--BURNS: _Bannockburn._ CAMPBELL:
    _Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37._

    Scott says, "This expression is a kind of common property, being
    the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family."--_Review of
    Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153._

[184-1] See Bacon, page 165.

[184-2] Naught so sweet as melancholy.--BURTON: _Anatomy of
    Melancholy. Author's Abstract._

[184-3] The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this
    song:--

    He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
    Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
    But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
    Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.

[184-4] Three merry men be we.--PEELE: _Old Wives' Tale, 1595._
    WEBSTER (quoted): _Westward Hoe, 1607._

[184-5] See Shakespeare, page 49.

[185-1] Deeds, not words.--BUTLER: _Hudibras, part i. canto i.
    line 867._



ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640.

     Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy._[185-3] _The Author's Abstract._


     I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185-4]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185-5]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185-6] Our poets
     steal from Homer. . . . Our story-dressers do as much; he that
     comes last is commonly best.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a
     giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185-7]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     It is most true, _stylus virum arguit_,--our style bewrays
     us.[186-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young
     ones.[186-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin
     when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would
     put his enemies to flight.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Like the watermen that row one way and look another.[186-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he
     salutes.[186-4]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186-5]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186-6]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Penny wise, pound foolish.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Women wear the breeches.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his
     fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186-7]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Our wrangling lawyers . . . are so litigious and busy here on
     earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes
     hereafter,--some of them in hell.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had
     two distinct persons in him.[186-8]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader._


     Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._


     Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in
     particular, all his life long.[187-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     [Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, _ministerio
     dæmonum_, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call
     changelings.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._


     Can build castles in the air.[187-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._


     Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland,"
     contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was
     objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on
     oats and base grain. . . . And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it
     horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[187-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._


     Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._


     As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and
     some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good,
     and prove it.[187-4]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2._


     No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[187-5]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._


     Idleness is an appendix to nobility.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6._


     Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn?

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 2._


     A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6._


     They do not live but linger.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._


     [Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry
     them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so
     many anatomies.[188-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10._


     [Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin,
     still going round as in a ring.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 11._


     [The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than
     possessors.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._


     Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it
     shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._


     Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they
     would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._


     A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12._


     I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of
     human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted
     myriads of people; they go commonly together.[188-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 13._


     All our geese are swans.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._


     Though they [philosophers] write _contemptu gloriæ_, yet as
     Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._


     They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not
     proud.[188-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14._


     We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars;
     kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor
     confessed.[189-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15._


     _Hinc quam sic calamus sævior ense, patet._ The pen worse than
     the sword.[189-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4._


     Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report
     sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a
     company of boys about him."[189-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6._


     See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea,
     one river, and see all.[189-4]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 7._


     Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure
     diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate
     all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._


     Like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his
     shoulder to the wheel.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2._


     Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men
     contending with adversity.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._


     Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._


     Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at
     first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits,
     greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been
     base [born].

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._


     As he said in Machiavel, _omnes eodem patre nati_, Adam's sons,
     conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one,
     all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our
     clothes, and what is the difference?"

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._


     Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[190-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2._


     Christ himself was poor. . . . And as he was himself, so he
     informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets
     poor, apostles poor.[190-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     Many things happen between the cup and the lip.[190-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     What can't be cured must be endured.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,--the one to be
     held by, the other not.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     All places are distant from heaven alike.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 4._


     The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this
     inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of
     war."

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6._


     "Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather
     hear thy discourse than see a play."

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._


     Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta
     Porcellus at his fingers' end.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._


     Birds of a feather will gather together.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from
     heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends
     on his Creator.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._


     And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[191-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._


     Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.[191-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3._


     No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love
     can do with a twined thread.[191-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set
     a candle in the sun.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     He is only fantastical that is not in fashion.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._


     [Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came
     from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels."

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._


     To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and
     sorrowful countenance.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 4._


     Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in
     heaven.[192-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._


     Diogenes struck the father when the son swore.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5._


     Though it rain daggers with their points downward.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     Going as if he trod upon eggs.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3._


     I light my candle from their torches.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1._


     England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a
     paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[192-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._


     As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[192-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._


     Make a virtue of necessity.[192-4]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1._


     Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.[192-5]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1._


     If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world
     knows.[193-1]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in
     obedience.[193-2]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     Out of too much learning become mad.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2._


     The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3._


     Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to
     worship by all means the gods of the place.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 5._


     When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.[193-3]

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._


     One religion is as true as another.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1._


     They have cheveril consciences that will stretch.

_Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3._


FOOTNOTES:

[185-2] See Fletcher, page 184.

    There 's not a string attuned to mirth
    But has its chord in melancholy.

    HOOD: _Ode to Melancholy._

[185-3] Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the
    only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he
    wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go
    through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary
    conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with
    which I am acquainted."--_Works, vol. i. p. 144._

[185-4] A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.--GARRICK:
    _Prologue on quitting the stage._

    Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted
    with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate).--VIRGIL: _Æneid, lib.
    i. 630._

[185-5] See Shakespeare, page 84.

[185-6] Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said
    which has not been said before).--TERENCE: _Eunuchus. Prol. 10._

[185-7] A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the
    two.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._

    A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's
    shoulders to mount on.--COLERIDGE: _The Friend, sect. i. essay
    viii._

    Pigmæi gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident
    (Pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the
    giants themselves).--_Didacus Stella in Lucan, 10, tom. ii._

[186-1] Le style est l'homme même (The style is the man
    himself).--BUFFON: _Discours de Réception_ (_Recueil de
    l'Académie_, 1750).

[186-2] Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed
    and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as
    bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.--MONTAIGNE: _Apology
    for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii._

[186-3] Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat
    ahead.--PLUTARCH: _Whether 't was rightfully said, Live
    concealed._

    Like rowers, who advance backward.--MONTAIGNE: _Of Profit and
    Honour, book iii. chap. i._

[186-4] See Shakespeare, page 132.

[186-5] See Heywood, page 15.

[186-6] See Heywood, page 14. RABELAIS: _book i. chap. xi._

[186-7] ÆSOP: _Fables, book v. fable v._

[186-8]
    He left a corsair's name to other times,
    Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.

    BYRON: _The Corsair, canto iii. stanza 24._

[187-1] See Fletcher, page 183.

[187-2] "Castles in the air,"--Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney,
    Massinger, Sir Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean
    Swift, Broome, Fielding, Cibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd.

[187-3] Oats,--a grain which is generally given to horses, but in
    Scotland supports the people.--SAMUEL JOHNSON: _Dictionary of the
    English Language._

[187-4] Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and
    favour made knights at home. . . . They are called carpet knights
    because they receive their honours in the court and upon
    carpets.--MARKHAM: _Booke of Honour_ (1625).

    "Carpet knights,"--Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311.

[187-5] The exception proves the rule.

[188-1] See Shakespeare, page 50.

[188-2]
    Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille
    In venerem putret

    (He who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is
    the one who rots away in sexual vice).--PERSIUS: _Satires, satire
    v._

[188-3]
               His favourite sin
    Is pride that apes humility.

    SOUTHEY: _The Devil's Walk._

[189-1] When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, he
    said he was sorry it was not a general: "I could make more of
    them."

[189-2] Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'épée (So
    far had the pen under the king the superiority over the
    sword).--SAINT SIMON: _Mémoires, vol. iii. p. 517_ (1702), _ed.
    1856._

    The pen is mightier than the sword.--BULWER LYTTON: _Richelieu,
    act ii. sc. 2._

[189-3]
    Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead,
    Through which the living Homer begged his bread.

    ANONYMOUS.


    Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim,
    Too mighty such monopoly of Fame.

    THOMAS SEWARD: _On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon._


    Seven cities warred for Homer being dead;
    Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.

    THOMAS HEYWOOD: _Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._

[189-4] A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in
    one country or another.--JOHNSON: _Piazzi, 52._

[190-1] Set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the
    Devil.--BOHN: _Foreign Proverbs_ (_German_).

[190-2] See Wotton, page 174.

[190-3] There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.--HAZLITT:
    _English Proverbs._

    Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many
    things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.--GREENE: _Perimedes
    the Blacksmith_ (1588).

[191-1] See Heywood, page 11.

[191-2] See Heywood, page 20.

[191-3]
    Those curious locks so aptly twin'd,
    Whose every hair a soul doth bind.

    CAREW: _Think not 'cause men flattering say._


    One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of
    oxen.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. iv._ (1621).

    She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
    Can draw you to her with a single hair.

    DRYDEN: _Persius, satire v. line 246._


    Beauty draws us with a single hair.--POPE: _The Rape of the Lock,
    canto ii. line 27._

    And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair
    Has led and turned me by a single hair.

    BLAND: _Anthology, p. 20_ (edition 1813).

[192-1] See Heywood, page 10.

[192-2] See Heywood, page 18.

[192-3] See Shakespeare, page 44.

[192-4] See Chaucer, page 3.

[192-5] For where God built a church, there the Devil would also
    build a chapel.--MARTIN LUTHER: _Table Talk, lxvii._

    God never had a church but there, men say,
    The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.

    DRUMMOND: _Posthumous Poems._


    No sooner is a temple build to God but the Devil builds a chapel
    hard by.--HERBERT: _Jacula Prudentum._

    Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
    The Devil always builds a chapel there.

    DEFOE: _The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1._

[193-1] Ignorance is the mother of devotion.--JEREMY TAYLOR: _To a
    Person newly Converted_ (1657).

    Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.--DRYDEN: _The
    Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2._

[193-2]
    The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
    To haud the wretch in order.

    BURNS: _Epistle to a Young Friend._

[193-3] Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday
    as upon Sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices
    then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday),
    consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not
    fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this:
    "Quando hic sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando Romæ sum, jejuno
    Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome,
    I do fast on Saturday).--_Epistle xxxvi. to Casulanus._



SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613.

                    In part to blame is she,
    Which hath without consent bin only tride:
    He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193-4]

_A Wife. St. 36._


FOOTNOTES:

[193-4]
    In part she is to blame that has been tried:
    He comes too late that comes to be denied.

    MARY W. MONTAGU: _The Lady's Resolve._



PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640.

    Some undone widow sits upon mine arm,
    And takes away the use of it;[194-1] and my sword,
    Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears,
    Will not be drawn.

_A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194-2]

_A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4._


    This many-headed monster.[194-3]

_The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Grim death.[194-4]

_The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[194-1] See Middleton, page 172.

[194-2] Death hath so many doors to let out life.--BEAUMONT AND
    FLETCHER: _The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2._

    The thousand doors that lead to death.--BROWNE: _Religio Medici,
    part i. sect. xliv._

[194-3] See Sir Philip Sidney, page 34.

[194-4] Grim death, my son and foe.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book
    ii. line 804._



THOMAS HEYWOOD. ---- -1649.

    The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage
    Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194-5]

_Apology for Actors_ (1612).


    I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.

_Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._


    Seven cities warred for Homer being dead,
    Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194-6]

_Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells._


    Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194-7]

_History of Women_ (_ed. 1624_). _Page 286._


FOOTNOTES:

[194-5] See Shakespeare, page 69.

[194-6] See Burton, page 189.

[194-7] See Heywood, page 11.



JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654.

     Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what
     to trust to; Equity is according to the conscience of him that
     is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity.
     'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure
     we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure
     would this be! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short
     foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the
     Chancellor's conscience.

_Table Talk. Equity._


     Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes;
     they were easiest for his feet.[195-1]

_Table Talk. Friends._


     Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody
     is content to hear.

_Table Talk. Humility._


     'T is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.

_Table Talk. Humility._


     Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him
     we cannot abide.

_Table Talk. Judgments._


     Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the
     law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man
     can tell how to refute him.

_Table Talk. Law._


     No man is the wiser for his learning.

_Table Talk. Learning._


     Wit and wisdom are born with a man.

_Table Talk. Learning._


     Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or
     speak.

_Table Talk. Learning._


     Take a straw and throw it up into the air,--you may see by that
     which way the wind is.

_Table Talk. Libels._


     Philosophy is nothing but discretion.

_Table Talk. Philosophy._


     Marriage is a desperate thing.

_Table Talk. Marriage._


     Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the
     world.[195-2]

_Table Talk. Pope._


    They that govern the most make the least noise.

_Table Talk. Power._


    Syllables govern the world.

_Table Talk. Power._


    Never king dropped out of the clouds.

_Table Talk. Power._


    Never tell your resolution beforehand.

_Table Talk. Wisdom._


    Wise men say nothing in dangerous times.

_Table Talk. Wisdom._


FOOTNOTES:

[195-1] See Bacon, page 171.

[195-2] Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is
    governed.--OXENSTIERN (1583-1654).



WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 1585-1649.

    God never had a church but there, men say,
      The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[196-1]
    I doubted of this saw, till on a day
      I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles.

_Posthumous Poems._


FOOTNOTES:

[196-1] See Burton, page 192.



FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616.

               What things have we seen
    Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been
    So nimble and so full of subtile flame
    As if that every one from whence they came
    Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest,
    And resolved to live a fool the rest
    Of his dull life.

_Letter to Ben Jonson._


    Here are sands, ignoble things,
    Dropt from the ruined sides of kings.

_On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey._


                    It is always good
    When a man has two irons in the fire.

_The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. 2._



BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER.

(FRANCIS BEAUMONT and JOHN FLETCHER.)

                      All your better deeds
    Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[197-1]

_Philaster. Act v. Sc. 3._


    Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth.

_The Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2._


    A soul as white as heaven.

_The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                   But they that are above
    Have ends in everything.[197-2]

_The Maid's Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1._


    It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[197-3]

_A King and No King. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    There is a method in man's wickedness,--
    It grows up by degrees.[197-4]

_A King and No King. Act v. Sc. 4._


    As cold as cucumbers.

_Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Calamity is man's true touchstone.[197-5]

_Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1._


    Kiss till the cow comes home.

_Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    It would talk,--
    Lord! how it talked![197-6]

_Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Beggars must be no choosers.[197-7]

_Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 3._


    No better than you should be.[197-8]

_The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[198-1]

_The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    One foot in the grave.[198-2]

_The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Go to grass.

_The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    There is no jesting with edge tools.[198-3]

_The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7._


    Though I say it that should not say it.

_Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    I name no parties.[198-4]

_Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 3._


    Whistle, and she'll come to you.[198-5]

_Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    Let the world slide.[198-6]

_Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 2._


    The fit 's upon me now!
    Come quickly, gentle lady;
    The fit 's upon me now.

_Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4._


    He comes not in my books.[198-7]

_The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198-8]

_The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love
    Pity 's the straightest.[198-9]

_The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven;
    No pyramids set off his memories,
    But the eternal substance of his greatness,--
    To which I leave him.

_The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[199-1]

_Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    What 's one man's poison, signor,
    Is another's meat or drink.[199-2]

_Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Primrose, first-born child of Ver,
    Merry springtime's harbinger.

_The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1._


    O great corrector of enormous times,
    Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider
    Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood
    The earth when it is sick, and curest the world
    O' the pleurisy of people!

_The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[197-1] See Shakespeare, page 100.

[197-2] See Shakespeare, page 145.

[197-3] See Shakespeare, page 87.

[197-4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became
    extremely wicked all at once).--JUVENAL: _ii. 83._

    Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrés (As virtue has its
    degrees, so has vice).--RACINE: _Phédre, act iv. sc. 2._

[197-5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test
    of gold; adversity, of strong men).--SENECA: _De Providentia, v.
    9._

[197-6] Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk!--LEE:
    _Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3._

[197-7] See Heywood, page 14.

[197-8] She is no better than she should be.--FIELDING: _The
    Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3._

[198-1] See Shakespeare, page 51.

[198-2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the
    grave.--PLUTARCH: _On the Training of Children._

[198-3] It is no jesting with edge tools.--_The True Tragedy of
    Richard III._ (_1594._)

[198-4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the
    Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson,
    Fuller, and other old English writers.

[198-5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.--BURNS: _Whistle, etc._

[198-6] See Shakespeare, page 72.

[198-7] See Shakespeare, page 50.

[198-8] See Webster, page 180.

[198-9] Pity 's akin to love.--SOUTHERNE: _Oroonoka, act ii. sc.
    1._

    Pity swells the tide of love.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night iii.
    line 107._

[199-1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.--COWPER:
    _Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii._

[199-2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food
    to one may be fierce poison to others).--LUCRETIUS: _iv. 637._



GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667.

    Shall I, wasting in despair,
      Die because a woman's fair?
    Or make pale my cheeks with care,
      'Cause another's rosy are?
    Be she fairer than the day,
    Or the flowery meads in May,
      If she be not so to me,
      What care I how fair she be?[199-3]

_The Shepherd's Resolution._


    Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance.

_Poem on Christmas._


    Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199-4]
    And therefore let 's be merry.

_Poem on Christmas._


    Though I am young, I scorn to flit
    On the wings of borrowed wit.

_The Shepherd's Hunting._


    And I oft have heard defended,--
    Little said is soonest mended.

_The Shepherd's Hunting._


    And he that gives us in these days
    New Lords may give us new laws.

_Contented Man's Morrice._


FOOTNOTES:

[199-3] See Raleigh, page 26.

[199-4] See Jonson, page 177.



THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679.

     For words are wise men's counters,--they do but reckon by them;
     but they are the money of fools.

_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv._


     No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all,
     continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man
     solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

_The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii._



THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639.

    He that loves a rosy cheek,
      Or a coral lip admires,
    Or from star-like eyes doth seek
      Fuel to maintain his fires,--
    As old Time makes these decay,
    So his flames must waste away.

_Disdain Returned._


    Then fly betimes, for only they
    Conquer Love that run away.

_Conquest by Flight._


    An untimely grave.[200-1]

_On the Duke of Buckingham._


    The magic of a face.

_Epitaph on the Lady S----._


FOOTNOTES:

[200-1] An untimely grave.--TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm vii._



WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645.

    Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201-1]

_Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2._


    Did therewith bury in oblivion.

_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._


    Well-languaged Daniel.

_Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[201-1] See Bacon, page 170.



ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674.

    Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
    Full and fair ones,--come and buy!
    If so be you ask me where
    They do grow, I answer, there,
    Where my Julia's lips do smile,--
    There 's the land, or cherry-isle.

_Cherry Ripe._


    Some asked me where the rubies grew,
      And nothing I did say;
    But with my finger pointed to
      The lips of Julia.

_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._


    Some asked how pearls did grow, and where?
      Then spoke I to my girl
    To part her lips, and showed them there
      The quarelets of pearl.

_The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls._


    A sweet disorder in the dress
    Kindles in clothes a wantonness.

_Delight in Disorder._


    A winning wave, deserving note,
    In the tempestuous petticoat;
    A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
    I see a wild civility,--
    Do more bewitch me than when art
    Is too precise in every part.

_Delight in Disorder._


    You say to me-wards your affection 's strong;
    Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202-1]

_Love me Little, Love me Long._


    Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
      Old Time is still a-flying,
    And this same flower that smiles to-day
      To-morrow will be dying.[202-2]

_To the Virgins to make much of Time._


    Fall on me like a silent dew,
      Or like those maiden showers
    Which, by the peep of day, do strew
      A baptism o'er the flowers.

_To Music, to becalm his Fever._


    Fair daffadills, we weep to see
      You haste away so soon:
    As yet the early rising sun
      Has not attained his noon.

_To Daffadills._


    Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202-3]

_Sorrows Succeed._


    Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep
      A little out, and then,[202-4]
    As if they played at bo-peep,
      Did soon draw in again.

_To Mistress Susanna Southwell._


    Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
    The shooting-stars attend thee;
      And the elves also,
      Whose little eyes glow
    Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

_The Night Piece to Julia._


    I saw a flie within a beade
      Of amber cleanly buried.[203-1]

_The Amber Bead._


    Thus times do shift,--each thing his turn does hold;
    New things succeed, as former things grow old.

_Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve._


    Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine.

_Ode for Ben Jonson._


    Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt;
    Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203-2]

_Seek and Find._


    But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203-3]

_The Rose._


FOOTNOTES:

[202-1] See Marlowe, page 41.

[202-2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be
    withered.--_Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8._

    Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.--SPENSER: _The Faerie
    Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75._

[202-3] See Shakespeare, page 143.

[202-4]
    Her feet beneath her petticoat
    Like little mice stole in and out.

    SUCKLING: _Ballad upon a Wedding._

[203-1] See Bacon, page 168.

[203-2] Nil tam difficilest quin quærendo investigari possiet
    (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by
    seeking).--TERENCE: _Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8._

[203-3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.--MILTON:
    _Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256._



FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644.

    Death aims with fouler spite
    At fairer marks.[203-4]

_Divine Poems_ (_ed. 1669_).


    Sweet Phosphor, bring the day
    Whose conquering ray
    May chase these fogs;
      Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

    Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!
    Light will repay
    The wrongs of night;
      Sweet Phosphor, bring the day!

_Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14._


    Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise.

_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2._


    This house is to be let for life or years;
    Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears.
    Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known,
    She must be dearly let, or let alone.

_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10._


    The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204-1]
    Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.

_Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13._


    The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204-2]

_Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2._


    It is the lot of man but once to die.

_Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7._


FOOTNOTES:

[203-4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.--YOUNG: _Night
    Thoughts, night v. line 1011._

[204-1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.--EURIPIDES:
    _Alcestis, line 418._

[204-2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.--BOHN:
    _Foreign Proverbs (Italian)._



GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632.

    To write a verse or two is all the praise
             That I can raise.

_Praise._


    Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright,
    The bridal of the earth and sky.

_Virtue._


    Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses,
    A box where sweets compacted lie.

_Virtue._


    Only a sweet and virtuous soul,
    Like seasoned timber, never gives.

_Virtue._


                     Like summer friends,
    Flies of estate and sunneshine.

_The Answer._


    A servant with this clause
      Makes drudgery divine;
    Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
      Makes that and th' action fine.

_The Elixir._


    A verse may find him who a sermon flies,
    And turn delight into a sacrifice.

_The Church Porch._


    Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie;
    A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205-1]

_The Church Porch._


    Chase brave employment with a naked sword
    Throughout the world.

_The Church Porch._


    Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime,
    'T is angels' music.

_The Church Porch._


    The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
    God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.

_The Church Porch._


    Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.

_Sin._


    Religion stands on tiptoe in our land,
    Ready to pass to the American strand.

_The Church Militant._


               Man is one world, and hath
    Another to attend him.

_Man._


    If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
      May toss him to my breast.

_The Pulley._


    The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords
    If when the soul unto the lines accords.

_A True Hymn._


    Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[205-2]

_The Size._


    Do well and right, and let the world sink.[205-3]

_Country Parson. Chap. xxix._


    His bark is worse than his bite.

_Jacula Prudentum._


    After death the doctor.[205-4]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[205-5]

_Jacula Prudentum._


     No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel
     hard by.[206-1]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    God's mill grinds slow, but sure.[206-2]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    The offender never pardons.[206-3]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle.

_Jacula Prudentum._


    To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.[206-4]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[206-5]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    Help thyself, and God will help thee.[206-6]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    Words are women, deeds are men.[206-7]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[206-8]

_Jacula Prudentum._


    A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[206-9]

_Jacula Prudentum._


FOOTNOTES:

[205-1]
    And he that does one fault at first,
    And lies to hide it, makes it two.

    WATTS: _Song xv._

[205-2] See Heywood, page 20. BICKERSTAFF: _Thomas and Sally._

[205-3] Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (Though the sky fall, let
    Thy will be done).--SIR T. BROWNE: _Religio Medici, part ii. sect.
    xi._

[205-4] After the war, aid.--_Greek proverb._

    After me the deluge.--MADAME DE POMPADOUR.

[205-5] Hell is paved with good intentions.--DR. JOHNSON
    (Boswell's _Life of Johnson, Annus 1775_.)

[206-1] See Burton, page 192.

[206-2] Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind
    exceeding small.--F. VON LOGAU (1614-1655): _Retribution_
    (translation).

[206-3] They ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.--DRYDEN: _The
    Conquest of Grenada._

[206-4] God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.--STERNE:
    _Sentimental Journey._

[206-5] The lion is not so fierce as painted.--FULLER: _Expecting
    Preferment._

[206-6] God helps those who help themselves.--SIDNEY: _Discourses
    on Government, sect. xxiii._ FRANKLIN: _Poor Richard's Almanac._

[206-7] Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.--DR.
    MADDEN: _Boulter's Monument_ (supposed to have been inserted by
    Dr. Johnson, 1745).

[206-8] See Chaucer, page 4.

[206-9] See Burton, page 185.



IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683.

     Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here
     disallow thee to be a competent judge.

_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._


     Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can
     never be fully learnt.

_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._


     As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler.

_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._


     I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to
     read this following discourse; and that if he be an honest
     angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing.

_The Complete Angler. Author's Preface._


     As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes the way to
     seem the shorter.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     It [angling] deserves commendations; . . . it is an art worthy
     the knowledge and practice of a wise man.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     Angling is somewhat like poetry,--men are to be born so.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will
     prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.[207-1]

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser
     of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an
     employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a
     rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of
     sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a
     procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace
     and patience in those that professed and practised it."

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which
     has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending
     upon it.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1._


     I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That
     which is everybody's business is nobody's business."

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._


     Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii._


     An excellent angler, and now with God.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._


     Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv._


     No man can lose what he never had.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._


     We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler[208-1] said of strawberries:
     "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God
     never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a
     more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v._


     Thus use your frog: put your hook--I mean the arming
     wire--through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a
     fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one
     stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg
     above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him
     as though you loved him.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._


     This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest
     men.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8._


     Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of,--a
     blessing that money cannot buy.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._


     And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his
     Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling.

_The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21._


     But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him
     for his own.[208-2]

_Life of Donne._


     The great secretary of Nature,--Sir Francis Bacon.[208-3]

_Life of Herbert._


    Oh, the gallant fisher's life!
      It is the best of any;
    'T is full of pleasure, void of strife,
      And 't is beloved by many.

_The Angler._ (John Chalkhill.)[209-1]


FOOTNOTES:

[207-1] Virtue is her own reward.--DRYDEN: _Tyrannic Love, act
    iii. sc. 1._

    Virtue is to herself the best reward.--HENRY MORE: _Cupid's
    Conflict._

    Virtue is its own reward.--PRIOR: _Imitations of Horace, book iii.
    ode 2._ GAY: _Epistle to Methuen._ HOME: _Douglas, act iii. sc.
    1._

    Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.--DIOGENES
    LAERTIUS: _Plato, xlii._

    Ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (Virtue herself is
    her own fairest reward).--SILIUS ITALICUS (25?-99): _Punica, lib.
    xiii. line 663._

[208-1] William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his "Worthies"
    (Suffolk) the "Æsculapius of our age." He died in 1621. This first
    appeared in the second edition of "The Angler," 1655. Roger
    Williams, in his "Key into the Language of America," 1643, p. 98,
    says: "One of the chiefest doctors of England was wont to say,
    that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry."

[208-2] Melancholy marked him for her own.--GRAY: _The Epitaph._

[208-3] Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of
    Nature.--HOWELL: _Letters, book ii. letter xi._

[209-1] In 1683, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a
    preface to a work edited by him: "Thealma and Clearchus, a
    Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse: written long since by
    John Chalkhill Esq., an aquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser."

    Chalkhill,--a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a
    shade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend
    incognito.--ZOUCH: _Life of Walton._



JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666.

    The glories of our blood and state
      Are shadows, not substantial things;
    There is no armour against fate;
      Death lays his icy hands on kings.

_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._


    Only the actions of the just[209-2]
    Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209-3]

_Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3._


    Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

_Cupid and Death._


FOOTNOTES:

[209-2]
    The sweet remembrance of the just
    Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

    TATE AND BRADY: _Psalm cxxii. 6._

[209-3] "Their dust" in _Works_ edited by Dyce.



SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680.

    And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick,
    Was beat with fist instead of a stick.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11._


    We grant, although he had much wit,
    He was very shy of using it.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 45._


    Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek
    As naturally as pigs squeak;[210-1]
    That Latin was no more difficile
    Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51._


    He could distinguish and divide
    A hair 'twixt south and southwest side.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 67._


    For rhetoric, he could not ope
    His mouth, but out there flew a trope.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 81._


    For all a rhetorician's rules
    Teach nothing but to name his tools.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 89._


    A Babylonish dialect
    Which learned pedants much affect.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 93._


    For he by geometric scale
    Could take the size of pots of ale.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 121._


    And wisely tell what hour o' the day
    The clock does strike, by algebra.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 125._


    Whatever sceptic could inquire for,
    For every why he had a wherefore.[210-2]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 131._


    Where entity and quiddity,
    The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 145._


    He knew what 's what,[210-3] and that 's as high
    As metaphysic wit can fly.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 149._


    Such as take lodgings in a head
    That 's to be let unfurnished.[210-4]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161._


    'T was Presbyterian true blue.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191._


    And prove their doctrine orthodox,
    By apostolic blows and knocks.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 199._


    As if religion was intended
    For nothing else but to be mended.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 205._


    Compound for sins they are inclined to,
    By damning those they have no mind to.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 215._


    The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty,
    For want of fighting was grown rusty,
    And ate into itself, for lack
    Of somebody to hew and hack.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 359._


    For rhyme the rudder is of verses,
    With which, like ships, they steer their courses.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 463._


    He ne'er consider'd it, as loth
    To look a gift-horse in the mouth.[211-1]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 490._


    And force them, though it was in spite
    Of Nature and their stars, to write.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 647._


    Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat![211-2]
    Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate."

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 821._


    Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[211-3]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 852._


    And bid the devil take the hin'most.[211-4]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 633._


    With many a stiff thwack, many a bang,
    Hard crab-tree and old iron rang.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831._


    Like feather bed betwixt a wall
    And heavy brunt of cannon ball.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 872._


    Ay me! what perils do environ
    The man that meddles with cold iron![211-5]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1._


        Who thought he 'd won
    The field as certain as a gun.[211-6]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 11._


    Nor do I know what is become
    Of him, more than the Pope of Rome.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263._


                    I 'll make the fur
    Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 277._


                   He had got a hurt
    O' the inside, of a deadlier sort.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309._


    These reasons made his mouth to water.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 379._


    While the honour thou hast got
    Is spick and span new.[212-1]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 398._


    With mortal crisis doth portend
    My days to appropinque an end.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 589._


    For those that run away and fly,
    Take place at least o' the enemy.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609._


    I am not now in fortune's power:
    He that is down can fall no lower.[212-2]

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 877._


    Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse
    And sayings of philosophers.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1011._


    If he that in the field is slain
    Be in the bed of honour lain,
    He that is beaten may be said
    To lie in honour's truckle-bed.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1047._


    When pious frauds and holy shifts
    Are dispensations and gifts.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1145._


               Friend Ralph, thou hast
    Outrun the constable[212-3] at last.

_Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367._


    Some force whole regions, in despite
    O' geography, to change their site;
    Make former times shake hands with latter,
    And that which was before come after.
    But those that write in rhyme still make
    The one verse for the other's sake;
    For one for sense, and one for rhyme,
    I think 's sufficient at one time.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23._


    Some have been beaten till they know
    What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow;
    Some kick'd until they can feel whether
    A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 221._


    No Indian prince has to his palace
    More followers than a thief to the gallows.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 273._


    Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers
    Say fools for arguments use wagers.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297._


    Love in your hearts as idly burns
    As fire in antique Roman urns.[213-1]

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 309._


    For what is worth in anything
    But so much money as 't will bring?

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465._


    Love is a boy by poets styl'd;
    Then spare the rod and spoil the child.[213-2]

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 843._


    The sun had long since in the lap
    Of Thetis taken out his nap,
    And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn
    From black to red began to turn.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29._


    Have always been at daggers-drawing,
    And one another clapper-clawing.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79._


    For truth is precious and divine,--
    Too rich a pearl for carnal swine.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257._


    Why should not conscience have vacation
    As well as other courts o' th' nation?

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317._


    He that imposes an oath makes it,
    Not he that for convenience takes it;
    Then how can any man be said
    To break an oath he never made?

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 377._


                      As the ancients
    Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[214-1]
    And look before you ere you leap;[214-2]
    For as you sow, ye are like to reap.[214-3]

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501._


    Doubtless the pleasure is as great
    Of being cheated as to cheat.[214-4]

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1._


    He made an instrument to know
    If the moon shine at full or no.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261._


    Each window like a pill'ry appears,
    With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391._


    To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd,
    And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923._


    There 's but the twinkling of a star
    Between a man of peace and war.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957._


    But Hudibras gave him a twitch
    As quick as lightning in the breech,
    Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd,
    As wise philosophers have judg'd;
    Because a kick in that part more
    Hurts honour than deep wounds before.

_Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065._


    As men of inward light are wont
    To turn their optics in upon 't.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481._


    Still amorous and fond and billing,
    Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687._


    What makes all doctrines plain and clear?
    About two hundred pounds a year.
    And that which was prov'd true before
    Prove false again? Two hundred more.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277._


    'Cause grace and virtue are within
    Prohibited degrees of kin;
    And therefore no true saint allows
    They shall be suffer'd to espouse.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293._


    Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick,
    Though he gave his name to our Old Nick.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313._


    With crosses, relics, crucifixes,
    Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,--
    The tools of working our salvation
    By mere mechanic operation.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495._


    True as the dial to the sun,[215-1]
    Although it be not shin'd upon.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175._


    But still his tongue ran on, the less
    Of weight it bore, with greater ease.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 443._


    For those that fly may fight again,
    Which he can never do that 's slain.[215-2]

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243._


    He that complies against his will
    Is of his own opinion still.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547._


    With books and money plac'd for show
    Like nest-eggs to make clients lay,
    And for his false opinion pay.

_Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624._


    And poets by their sufferings grow,[216-1]--
    As if there were no more to do,
    To make a poet excellent,
    But only want and discontent.

_Fragments._


FOOTNOTES:

[210-1]
    He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease
    Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas.

    CRANFIELD: _Panegyric on Tom Coriate._

[210-2] See Shakespeare, page 50.

[210-3] See Skelton, page 8.

[210-4] See Bacon, page 170.

[211-1] See Heywood, page 11.

[211-2] See Middleton, page 172.

[211-3] See Fortescue, page 7.

[211-4] Bid the Devil take the slowest.--PRIOR: _On the Taking of
    Namur._

    Deil tak the hindmost.--BURNS: _To a Haggis._

[211-5] See Spenser, page 27.

[211-6] Sure as a gun.--DRYDEN: _The Spanish Friar, act iii. sc.
    2._ CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. vii._

[212-1] See Middleton, page 172.

[212-2] He that is down needs fear no fall.--BUNYAN: _Pilgrim's
    Progress, part ii._

[212-3] Outrun the constable.--RAY: _Proverbs, 1670._

[213-1]
    Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
    Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.

    COWPER: _Conversation, line 357._

[213-2] See Skelton, page 8.

[214-1] See Lyly, page 33.

[214-2] See Heywood, page 9.

[214-3] Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also
    reap.--_Galatians vi._

[214-4] This couplet is enlarged on by Swift in his "Tale of a
    Tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being
    well deceived.

[215-1]
    True as the needle to the pole,
    Or as the dial to the sun.

    BARTON BOOTH: _Song._

[215-2]
    Let who will boast their courage in the field,
    I find but little safety from my shield.
    Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey:
    This made me cast my useless shield away.

    And by a prudent flight and cunning save
    A life, which valour could not, from the grave.
    A better buckler I can soon regain;
    But who can get another life again?

    ARCHILOCHUS: _Fragm. 6._ (Quoted by Plutarch, _Customs of the
    Lacedæmonians._)


    Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus illum magis Græcum
    versiculum secularis sententiæ sibi adhibent, "Qui fugiebat,
    rursus proeliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (But
    overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that
    Greek verse of worldly significance, "He who flees will fight
    again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to
    flight).--TERTULLIAN: _De Fuga in Persecutione, c. 10._

    The corresponding Greek, Anêr o pheugôn kai palin machêsetai, is
    ascribed to Menander. See _Fragments_ (appended to Aristophanes in
    Didot's _Bib. Græca_,), p. 91.

    That same man that runnith awaie
    Maie again fight an other daie.

    ERASMUS: _Apothegms, 1542_ (translated by Udall).


            Celuy qui fuit de bonne heure
            Pent combattre derechef
    (He who flies at the right time can fight again).

    _Satyre Menippée_ (1594).


            Qui fuit peut revenir aussi;
            Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi
    (He who flies can also return; but it is not so with him who dies).

    SCARRON (1610-1660).


    He that fights and runs away
    May turn and fight another day;
    But he that is in battle slain
    Will never rise to fight again.

    RAY: _History of the Rebellion_ (1752), _p. 48._


    For he who fights and runs away
    May live to fight another day;
    But he who is in battle slain
    Can never rise and fight again.

    GOLDSMITH: _The Art of Poetry on a New Plan_ (1761), _vol. ii.
    p. 147._

[216-1]
                          Most wretched men
    Are cradled into poetry by wrong;
    They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

    SHELLEY: _Julian and Maddalo._



SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668.

    The assembled souls of all that men held wise.

_Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37._


    Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy,
    It is not safe to know.[217-1]

_The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1._


    For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[217-2]
    For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
    His hooke was such as heads the end of pole
    To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole;
    The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,--
    And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.

_Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637._


FOOTNOTES:

[217-1] From ignorance our comfort flows.--PRIOR: _To the Hon.
    Charles Montague._

    Where ignorance is bliss,
    'T is folly to be wise.

    GRAY: _Eton College, Stanza 10._

[217-2]
    For angling rod he took a sturdy oak;
    For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke;
          .      .      .      .      .      .
    His hook was baited with a dragon's tail,--
    And then on rock he stood to bob for whale.

    From _The Mock Romance_, a rhapsody attached to _The Loves of Hero
    and Leander_, published in London in the years 1653 and 1677.
    Chambers's _Book of Days, vol. i. p. 173._ DANIEL: _Rural Sports,
    Supplement, p. 57._


    His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak;
    His line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke;
    His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,--
    And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale.

    WILLIAM KING (1663-1712): _Upon a Giant's Angling_ (In Chalmers's
    "British Poets" ascribed to King.)



SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682.

     Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies
     unto the enemies of truth.

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi._


     Rich with the spoils of Nature.[217-3]

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xiii._


     Nature is the art of God.[218-1]

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xvi._


     The thousand doors that lead to death.[218-2]

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xliv._


     The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a
     hell within myself.[218-3]

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. li._


     There is no road or ready way to virtue.

_Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. lv._


     It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of
     faces there should be none alike.[218-4]

_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ii._


     There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid
     strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there
     is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and
     thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[218-5]

_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix._


    Sleep is a death; oh, make me try
    By sleeping what it is to die,
    And as gently lay my head
    On my grave as now my bed!

_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._


     Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.[218-6]

_Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii._


     Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,--when
     the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could
     not be properly said to go unto the greater number.[219-1]

_Dedication to Urn-Burial._


     I look upon you as gem of the old rock.[219-2]

_Dedication to Urn-Burial._


     Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the
     grave.

_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._


     Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests.

_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._


     Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost
     lost that built it.[219-3]

_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._


     What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he
     hid himself among women.

_Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v._


     When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are
     spoken under the rose.

_Vulgar Errors._


FOOTNOTES:

[217-3] Rich with the spoils of time.--GRAY: _Elegy, stanza 13._

[218-1] The course of Nature is the art of God.--YOUNG: _Night
    Thoughts, night ix. line 1267._

[218-2] See Massinger, page 194.

[218-3]
    The mind is its own place, and in itself
    Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

    MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book i. line 253._

[218-4] The human features and countenance, although composed of
    but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so
    many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be
    distinguished from one another.--PLINY: _Natural History, book
    vii. chap. i._

    Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be
    distinguished.--JOHNSON (1777).

    There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two
    hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is
    diversity.--MONTAIGNE: _Of the Resemblance of Children to their
    Fathers, book i. chap. xxxvii._

[218-5]
    Oh, could you view the melody
      Of every grace
      And music of her face.

    LOVELACE: _Orpheus to Beasts._

[218-6] See Herbert, page 204.

[219-1] 'T is long since Death had the majority.--BLAIR: _The
    Grave, part ii. line 449._

[219-2] Adamas de rupe præstantissimus (A most excellent diamond
    from the rock).

    A chip of the old block.--PRIOR: _Life of Burke._

[219-3]
    The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
    Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it.

    CIBBER: _Richard III. act iii. sc. 1._



EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687.

    The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

_On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People._


    That eagle's fate and mine are one,
      Which on the shaft that made him die
    Espied a feather of his own,
      Wherewith he wont to soar so high.[219-4]

_To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing._


    A narrow compass! and yet there
    Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair;
    Give me but what this riband bound,
    Take all the rest the sun goes round.

_On a Girdle._


               For all we know
    Of what the blessed do above
    Is, that they sing, and that they love.

_While I listen to thy Voice._


    Poets that lasting marble seek
    Must come in Latin or in Greek.

_Of English Verse._


    Under the tropic is our language spoke,
    And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.

_Upon the Death of the Lord Protector._


           Go, lovely rose!
    Tell her that wastes her time and me
           That now she knows,
    When I resemble her to thee,
    How sweet and fair she seems to be.

_Go, Lovely Rose._


    How small a part of time they share
    That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

_Go, Lovely Rose._


    Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse,
    And every conqueror creates a muse.

_Panegyric on Cromwell._


    In such green palaces the first kings reign'd,
    Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd;
    With such old counsellors they did advise,
    And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise.

_On St. James's Park._


    And keeps the palace of the soul.[221-1]

_Of Tea._

    Poets lose half the praise they should have got,
    Could it be known what they discreetly blot.

_Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica._


    Could we forbear dispute and practise love,
    We should agree as angels do above.

_Divine Love. Canto iii._


    The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,
    Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.[221-2]
    Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
    As they draw near to their eternal home:
    Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view
    That stand upon the threshold of the new.

_On the Divine Poems._


FOOTNOTES:

[219-4]
    So in the Libyan fable it is told
    That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
    Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
    "With our own feathers, not by others' hands,
    Are we now smitten."

    ÆSCHYLUS: _Fragm. 123_ (Plumptre's Translation).


    So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
    No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
    View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
    And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

    BYRON: _English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826._


    Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume
    To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
    See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
    Which rank corruption destines for their heart.

    THOMAS MOORE: _Corruption._

[221-1] The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.--BYRON:
    _Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6._

[221-2] See Daniel, page 39.

    To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.--ROGERS: _Pæstum._



THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661.

     Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as
     harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness
     through the chinks of her sickness-broken body.

_Life of Monica._


     He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul,
     biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a
     passage through it.[221-3]

_Life of the Duke of Alva._


     She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant
     obeying him.

_Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife._


     He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows.

_Holy and Profane State. The Good Husband._


     One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be
     confuted by his conscience.

_Holy and Profane State. The Good Advocate._


     A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth
     in that study brings him about again to our religion.[222-1]

_Holy and Profane State. The True Church Antiquary._


     But our captain counts the image of God--nevertheless his
     image--cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest
     Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.

_Holy and Profane State. The Good Sea-Captain._


     To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no
     less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul.

_Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady._


     The lion is not so fierce as painted.[222-2]

_Holy and Profane State. Of Preferment._


     Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit;
     sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room.

_Holy and Profane State. Of Natural Fools._


     The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the
     names of their founders.

_Holy and Profane State. Of Tombs._


     Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers
     have lost.

_Holy and Profane State. Of Books._


     They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury
     them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the
     halter.

_Holy and Profane State. Of Marriage._


     Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing.

_Holy and Profane State. Fame._


     Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many
     stories high.[222-3]

_Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[221-3]
    A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
    Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
    And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.

    DRYDEN: _Absalom and Achitophel, part i. line 156._

[222-1] See Bacon, p. 166.

[222-2] See Herbert, p. 205.

[222-3] See Bacon, p. 170.



JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674.

    Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit
    Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
    Brought death into the world, and all our woe.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1._


                            Or if Sion hill
    Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd
    Fast by the oracle of God.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10._


    Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16._


                       What in me is dark
    Illumine, what is low raise and support,
    That to the height of this great argument
    I may assert eternal Providence,
    And justify the ways of God to men.[223-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22._


    As far as angels' ken.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59._


                      Yet from those flames
    No light, but rather darkness visible.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62._


                               Where peace
    And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
    That comes to all.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65._


                 What though the field be lost?
    All is not lost; th' unconquerable will,
    And study of revenge, immortal hate,
    And courage never to submit or yield.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105._


                  To be weak is miserable,
    Doing or suffering.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157._


    And out of good still to find means of evil.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165._


                       Farewell happy fields,
    Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors!

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249._


    A mind not to be chang'd by place or time.
    The mind is its own place, and in itself
    Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[224-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253._


    Here we may reign secure; and in my choice
    To reign is worth ambition, though in hell:
    Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261._


                                 Heard so oft
    In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge
    Of battle.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275._


    His spear, to equal which the tallest pine
    Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast
    Of some great ammiral were but a wand,
    He walk'd with to support uneasy steps
    Over the burning marle.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292._


    Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks
    In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades
    High over-arch'd imbower.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302._


    Awake, arise, or be forever fallen!

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330._


               Spirits when they please
    Can either sex assume, or both.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423._


    Execute their airy purposes.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430._


                           When night
    Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons
    Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 500._


    Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd
    Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[224-2]

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536._


    Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds:
    At which the universal host up sent
    A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond
    Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540._


                             Anon they move
    In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood
    Of flutes and soft recorders.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549._


                    His form had yet not lost
    All her original brightness, nor appear'd
    Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess
    Of glory obscur'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591._


    In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds
    On half the nations, and with fear of change
    Perplexes monarchs.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597._


    Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn
    Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619._


                               Who overcomes
    By force, hath overcome but half his foe.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648._


    Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell
    From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts
    Were always downward bent, admiring more
    The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
    Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd
    In vision beatific.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679._


                               Let none admire
    That riches grow in hell: that soil may best
    Deserve the precious bane.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690._


    Anon out of the earth a fabric huge
    Rose, like an exhalation.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710._


                            From morn
    To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,--
    A summer's day; and with the setting sun
    Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742._


                         Fairy elves,
    Whose midnight revels by a forest side
    Or fountain some belated peasant sees,
    Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon
    Sits arbitress.

_Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781._


    High on a throne of royal state, which far
    Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind,
    Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand
    Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
    Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd
    To that bad eminence.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1._


    Surer to prosper than prosperity
    Could have assur'd us.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39._


           The strongest and the fiercest spirit
    That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44._


                  Rather than be less,
    Car'd not to be at all.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47._


    My sentence is for open war.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51._


    That in our proper motion we ascend
    Up to our native seat: descent and fall
    To us is adverse.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75._


                      When the scourge
    Inexorable and the torturing hour
    Call us to penance.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90._


    Which, if not victory, is yet revenge.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105._


    But all was false and hollow; though his tongue
    Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear
    The better reason,[226-1] to perplex and dash
    Maturest counsels.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112._


                        Th' ethereal mould
    Incapable of stain would soon expel
    Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire,
    Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope
    Is flat despair.[226-2]

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139._


                     For who would lose,
    Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
    Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
    To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
    In the wide womb of uncreated night?

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146._


    His red right hand.[227-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174._


    Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185._


             The never-ending flight
    Of future days.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221._


    Our torments also may in length of time
    Become our elements.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274._


                             With grave
    Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd
    A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven
    Deliberation sat, and public care;
    And princely counsel in his face yet shone,
    Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood,
    With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear
    The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look
    Drew audience and attention still as night
    Or summer's noontide air.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300._


    The palpable obscure.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406._


                     Long is the way
    And hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432._


    Their rising all at once was as the sound
    Of thunder heard remote.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476._


                  The low'ring element
    Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490._


    Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd
    Firm concord holds, men only disagree
    Of creatures rational.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496._


                 In discourse more sweet;
    For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
    Others apart sat on a hill retir'd,
    In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
    Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate,
    Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute;
    And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555._


    Vain wisdom all and false philosophy.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565._


                   Arm th' obdur'd breast
    With stubborn patience as with triple steel.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568._


    A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
    Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,
    Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
    Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire.
    Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd,
    At certain revolutions all the damn'd
    Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change
    Of fierce extremes,--extremes by change more fierce;
    From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
    Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine
    Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round,
    Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592._


    O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp,
    Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620._


    Gorgons and Hydras and Chimæras dire.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628._


                           The other shape,
    If shape it might be call'd that shape had none
    Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
    Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd,
    For each seem'd either,--black it stood as night,
    Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell,
    And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head
    The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
    Satan was now at hand.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666._


    Whence and what art thou, execrable shape?

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681._


                      Back to thy punishment,
    False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699._


    So spake the grisly Terror.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704._


    Incens'd with indignation Satan stood
    Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd
    That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
    In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
    Shakes pestilence and war.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707._


                        Their fatal hands
    No second stroke intend.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712._


                            Hell
    Grew darker at their frown.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719._


              I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH!
    Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd
    From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787._


    Before mine eyes in opposition sits
    Grim Death, my son and foe.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803._


                                    Death
    Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear
    His famine should be fill'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845._


                    On a sudden open fly,
    With impetuous recoil and jarring sound,
    Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate
    Harsh thunder.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879._


                       Where eldest Night
    And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold
    Eternal anarchy amidst the noise
    Of endless wars, and by confusion stand;
    For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce,
    Strive here for mast'ry.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894._


                        Into this wild abyss,
    The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910._


                             To compare
    Great things with small.[230-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921._


    O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare,
    With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way,
    And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948._


    With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout,
    Confusion worse confounded.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995._


    So he with difficulty and labour hard
    Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021._


    And fast by, hanging in a golden chain,
    This pendent world, in bigness as a star
    Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon.

_Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051._


    Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1._


    The rising world of waters dark and deep.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11._


                Thoughts that voluntary move
    Harmonious numbers.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37._


                         Thus with the year
    Seasons return; but not to me returns
    Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn,
    Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose,
    Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine;
    But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
    Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men
    Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
    Presented with a universal blank
    Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd,
    And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40._


Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99._


    See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds,
    With joy and love triumphing.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337._


    Dark with excessive bright.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380._


    Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars,
    White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474._


                                 Since call'd
    The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495._


    And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps
    At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity
    Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill
    Where no ill seems.

_Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686._


    The hell within him.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20._


                Now conscience wakes despair
    That slumber'd,--wakes the bitter memory
    Of what he was, what is, and what must be
    Worse.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23._


                 At whose sight all the stars
    Hide their diminish'd heads.[231-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34._


                       A grateful mind
    By owing owes not, but still pays, at once
    Indebted and discharg'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55._


                         Which way shall I fly
    Infinite wrath and infinite despair?
    Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell;
    And in the lowest deep a lower deep,
    Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide,
    To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73._


    Such joy ambition finds.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92._


                          Ease would recant
    Vows made in pain, as violent and void.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96._


    So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,
    Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost.
    Evil, be thou my good.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108._


    That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew,
    Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122._


    Sabean odours from the spicy shore
    Of Araby the Blest.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162._


            And on the Tree of Life,
    The middle tree and highest there that grew,
    Sat like a cormorant.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194._


    A heaven on earth.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208._


    Flowers worthy of paradise.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 241._


    Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 256._


                  Proserpine gathering flowers,
    Herself a fairer flower.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 269._


    For contemplation he and valour form'd,
    For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
    He for God only, she for God in him.
    His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
    Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
    Round from his parted forelock manly hung
    Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 297._


                                      Implied
    Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway,
    And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,--
    Yielded with coy submission, modest pride,
    And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307._


    Adam the goodliest man of men since born
    His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 323._


                          And with necessity,
    The tyrant's plea,[232-2] excus'd his devilish deeds.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 393._


                           As Jupiter
    On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds
    That shed May flowers.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499._


    Imparadis'd in one another's arms.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 506._


                        Live while ye may,
    Yet happy pair.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 533._


    Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
    Had in her sober livery all things clad;
    Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird,
    They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
    Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale;
    She all night long her amorous descant sung;
    Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament
    With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led
    The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,
    Rising in clouded majesty, at length
    Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,
    And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598._


    The timely dew of sleep.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614._


    With thee conversing I forget all time,
    All seasons, and their change,--all please alike.
    Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
    With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
    When first on this delightful land he spreads
    His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
    Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
    After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
    Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night
    With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
    And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:
    But neither breath of morn when she ascends
    With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
    On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
    Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
    Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night
    With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon
    Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639._


    Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
    Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 677._


               In naked beauty more adorn'd,
    More lovely than Pandora.[234-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 713._


                       Eas'd the putting off
    These troublesome disguises which we wear.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 739._


    Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source
    Of human offspring.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750._


    Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 800._


    Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear
    Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure
    Touch of celestial temper.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810._


    Not to know me argues yourselves unknown,
    The lowest of your throng.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 830._


                  Abash'd the devil stood,
    And felt how awful goodness is, and saw
    Virtue in her shape how lovely.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 846._


    All hell broke loose.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 918._


    Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 987._


                      The starry cope
    Of heaven.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 992._


                                    Fled
    Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night.

_Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 1014._


    Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime
    Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl,
    When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep
    Was aery light, from pure digestion bred.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1._


    Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld
    Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep,
    Shot forth peculiar graces.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13._


                              My latest found,
    Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight!

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18._


                          Good, the more
    Communicated, more abundant grows.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71._


    These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153._


    Fairest of stars, last in the train of night,
    If better thou belong not to the dawn.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166._


    A wilderness of sweets.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294._


                          Another morn
    Ris'n on mid-noon.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310._


    So saying, with despatchful looks in haste
    She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331._


                          Nor jealousy
    Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449._


    The bright consummate flower.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481._


    Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601._


    They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet
    Quaff immortality and joy.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637._


    Satan; so call him now, his former name
    Is heard no more in heaven.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658._


          Midnight brought on the dusky hour
    Friendliest to sleep and silence.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667._


    Innumerable as the stars of night,
    Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun
    Impearls on every leaf and every flower.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745._


    So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found;
    Among the faithless, faithful only he.

_Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896._


                                 Morn,
    Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand
    Unbarr'd the gates of light.

_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2._


    Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought
    The better fight.

_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 29._


          Arms on armour clashing bray'd
    Horrible discord, and the madding wheels
    Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise
    Of conflict.

_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209._


                  Spirits that live throughout,
    Vital in every part, not as frail man,
    In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins,
    Cannot but by annihilating die.

_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345._


    Far off his coming shone.

_Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768._


    More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd
    To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days,
    On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 24._


                      Still govern thou my song,
    Urania, and fit audience find, though few.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 30._


                     Heaven open'd wide
    Her ever during gates, harmonious sound,
    On golden hinges moving.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205._


    Hither, as to their fountain, other stars
    Repairing, in their golden urns draw light.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 364._


                     Now half appear'd
    The tawny lion, pawing to get free
    His hinder parts.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 463._


                             Indu'd
    With sanctity of reason.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 507._


    A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
    And pavement stars,--as stars to thee appear
    Seen in the galaxy, that milky way
    Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest
    Powder'd with stars.

_Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577._


    The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear
    So charming left his voice, that he awhile
    Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 1._


                      There swift return
    Diurnal, merely to officiate light
    Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 21._


    And grace that won who saw to wish her stay.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43._


    And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47._


    With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er,
    Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83._


                    Her silent course advance
    With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps
    On her soft axle.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163._


                           Be lowly wise:
    Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173._


                               To know
    That which before us lies in daily life
    Is the prime wisdom.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192._


    Liquid lapse of murmuring streams.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263._


    And feel that I am happier than I know.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282._


    Among unequals what society
    Can sort, what harmony, or true delight?

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383._


    Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye,
    In every gesture dignity and love.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488._


    Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
    That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502._


                She what was honour knew,
    And with obsequious majesty approv'd
    My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower
    I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven
    And happy constellations on that hour
    Shed their selectest influence; the earth
    Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;
    Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs
    Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings
    Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508._


    The sum of earthly bliss.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522._


                           So well to know
    Her own, that what she wills to do or say
    Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548._


    Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part;
    Do thou but thine.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561._


               Oft times nothing profits more
    Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right
    Well manag'd.[238-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571._


                            Those graceful acts,
    Those thousand decencies that daily flow
    From all her words and actions.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600._


                          With a smile that glow'd
    Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

_Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618._


    My unpremeditated verse.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24._


    Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26._


             Unless an age too late, or cold
    Climate, or years, damp my intended wing.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44._


              Revenge, at first though sweet,
    Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171._


               The work under our labour grows,
    Luxurious by restraint.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208._


                 Smiles from reason flow,
    To brute deny'd, and are of love the food.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239._


    For solitude sometimes is best society,
    And short retirement urges sweet return.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249._


    At shut of evening flowers.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278._


    As one who long in populous city pent,
    Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445._


    So gloz'd the tempter.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549._


                 Hope elevates, and joy
    Brightens his crest.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633._


                      Left that command
    Sole daughter of his voice.[239-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652._


    Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat,
    Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe
    That all was lost.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782._


                       In her face excuse
    Came prologue, and apology too prompt.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853._


                          A pillar'd shade
    High overarch'd, and echoing walks between.

_Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106._


                        Yet I shall temper so
    Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most
    Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease.

_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77._


    So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd
    His nostril wide into the murky air,
    Sagacious of his quarry from so far.

_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279._


                 How gladly would I meet
    Mortality my sentence, and be earth
    Insensible! how glad would lay me down
    As in my mother's lap!

_Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775._


    Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave
    Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269._


          Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue
    The visual nerve, for he had much to see.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414._


                        Moping melancholy
    And moon-struck madness.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485._


    And over them triumphant Death his dart
    Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491._


    So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop
    Into thy mother's lap.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535._


    Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st
    Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[240-1]

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553._


    A bevy of fair women.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582._


    The brazen throat of war.

_Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713._


    Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon;
    The world was all before them, where to choose
    Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
    They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow,
    Through Eden took their solitary way.

_Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645._


                        Beauty stands
    In the admiration only of weak minds
    Led captive.

_Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220._


    Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd.

_Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228._


    Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise.

_Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56._


    Elephants endors'd with towers.

_Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329._


    Syene, and where the shadow both way falls,
    Meroe, Nilotic isle.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70._


    Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76._


            The childhood shows the man,
    As morning shows the day.[241-1]

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220._


    Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
    And eloquence.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240._


                  The olive grove of Academe,
    Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird
    Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244._


    Thence to the famous orators repair,
    Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence
    Wielded at will that fierce democratie,
    Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece,
    To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267._


    Socrates . . .
    Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd
    Wisest of men.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274._


    Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327._


    As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore.
    Or if I would delight my private hours
    With music or with poem, where so soon
    As in our native language can I find
    That solace?

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330._


                     Till morning fair
    Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray.

_Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426._


    O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
    Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse
    Without all hope of day!

_Samson Agonistes. Line 80._


    The sun to me is dark
    And silent as the moon,
    When she deserts the night
    Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 86._


    Ran on embattled armies clad in iron,
    And, weaponless himself,
    Made arms ridiculous.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 129._


    Just are the ways of God,
    And justifiable to men;
    Unless there be who think not God at all.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 293._


    What boots it at one gate to make defence,
    And at another to let in the foe?

_Samson Agonistes. Line 560._


    But who is this, what thing of sea or land,--
    Female of sex it seems,--
    That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay,
    Comes this way sailing
    Like a stately ship
    Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles
    Of Javan or Gadire,
    With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
    Sails fill'd, and streamers waving,
    Courted by all the winds that hold them play,
    An amber scent of odorous perfume
    Her harbinger?

_Samson Agonistes. Line 710._


    Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power,
    After offence returning, to regain
    Love once possess'd.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 1003._


    He 's gone, and who knows how he may report
    Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?

_Samson Agonistes. Line 1350._


    For evil news rides post, while good news baits.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 1538._


    And as an ev'ning dragon came,
    Assailant on the perched roosts
    And nests in order rang'd
    Of tame villatic fowl.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 1692._


    Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail
    Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt,
    Dispraise, or blame,--nothing but well and fair,
    And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

_Samson Agonistes. Line 1721._


    Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot
    Which men call earth.

_Comus. Line 5._


                          That golden key
    That opes the palace of eternity.

_Comus. Line 13._


    The nodding horror of whose shady brows
    Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger.

_Comus. Line 38._


                        I will tell you now
    What never yet was heard in tale or song,
    From old or modern bard, in hall or bower.

_Comus. Line 43._


    Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape
    Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine.

_Comus. Line 46._


    These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof.

_Comus. Line 83._


    The star that bids the shepherd fold.

_Comus. Line 93._


    Midnight shout and revelry,
    Tipsy dance and jollity.

_Comus. Line 103._


    Ere the blabbing eastern scout,
    The nice morn, on th' Indian steep
    From her cabin'd loop-hole peep.

_Comus. Line 138._


                    When the gray-hooded Even,
    Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed,
    Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain.

_Comus. Line 188._


                 A thousand fantasies
    Begin to throng into my memory,
    Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire,
    And airy tongues that syllable men's names
    On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.

_Comus. Line 205._


    O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
    Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!

_Comus. Line 213._


    Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
    Turn forth her silver lining on the night?

_Comus. Line 221._


    Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
    Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?

_Comus. Line 244._


    How sweetly did they float upon the wings
    Of silence through the empty-vaulted night,
    At every fall smoothing the raven down
    Of darkness till it smil'd!

_Comus. Line 249._


    Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul
    And lap it in Elysium.

_Comus. Line 256._


    Such sober certainty of waking bliss.

_Comus. Line 263._


    I took it for a faery vision
    Of some gay creatures of the element,
    That in the colours of the rainbow live,
    And play i' th' plighted clouds.

_Comus. Line 298._


    It were a journey like the path to heaven,
    To help you find them.

_Comus. Line 303._


    With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.

_Comus. Line 340._


    Virtue could see to do what virtue would
    By her own radiant light, though sun and moon
    Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self
    Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,
    Where with her best nurse Contemplation
    She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings,
    That in the various bustle of resort
    Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd.
    He that has light within his own clear breast
    May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day;
    But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
    Benighted walks under the midday sun.

_Comus. Line 373._


                           The unsunn'd heaps
    Of miser's treasure.

_Comus. Line 398._


    'T is chastity, my brother, chastity:
    She that has that is clad in complete steel.

_Comus. Line 420._


    Some say no evil thing that walks by night,
    In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen,
    Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost
    That breaks his magic chains at curfew time,
    No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine,
    Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.

_Comus. Line 432._


    So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity,
    That when a soul is found sincerely so,
    A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
    Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
    And in clear dream and solemn vision
    Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
    Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants
    Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape.

_Comus. Line 453._


    How charming is divine philosophy!
    Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose,
    But musical as is Apollo's lute,[245-1]
    And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets
    Where no crude surfeit reigns.

_Comus. Line 476._


    And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale.

_Comus. Line 496._


    Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance.

_Comus. Line 550._


                          I was all ear,
    And took in strains that might create a soul
    Under the ribs of death.

_Comus. Line 560._


                           That power
    Which erring men call Chance.

_Comus. Line 587._


                               If this fail,
    The pillar'd firmament is rottenness,
    And earth's base built on stubble.

_Comus. Line 597._


    The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it,
    But in another country, as he said,
    Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil;
    Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain
    Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon.

_Comus. Line 631._


    Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells,
    And yet came off.

_Comus. Line 646._


                     This cordial julep here,
    That flames and dances in his crystal bounds.

_Comus. Line 672._


    Budge doctors of the Stoic fur.

_Comus. Line 707._


    And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.

_Comus. Line 727._


    It is for homely features to keep home,--
    They had their name thence; coarse complexions
    And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply
    The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool.
    What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that,
    Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

_Comus. Line 748._


                            Swinish gluttony
    Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast,
    But with besotted base ingratitude
    Crams, and blasphemes his feeder.

_Comus. Line 776._


    Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric,
    That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.

_Comus. Line 790._


                           His rod revers'd,
    And backward mutters of dissevering power.

_Comus. Line 816._


    Sabrina fair,
      Listen where thou art sitting
    Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,
      In twisted braids of lilies knitting
    The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

_Comus. Line 859._


    But now my task is smoothly done,
    I can fly, or I can run.

_Comus. Line 1012._


    Or if Virtue feeble were,
    Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

_Comus. Line 1022._


    I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
    And with forc'd fingers rude
    Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.

_Lycidas. Line 3._


                                He knew
    Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.

_Lycidas. Line 10._


    Without the meed of some melodious tear.

_Lycidas. Line 14._


    Under the opening eyelids of the morn.

_Lycidas. Line 26._


    But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone,
    Now thou art gone and never must return!

_Lycidas. Line 37._


    The gadding vine.

_Lycidas. Line 40._


    And strictly meditate the thankless Muse.

_Lycidas. Line 66._


    To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
    Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair.

_Lycidas. Line 68._


    Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise[247-1]
    (That last infirmity of noble mind)
    To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
    But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
    And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
    Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears
    And slits the thin-spun life.

_Lycidas. Line 70._


    Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil.

_Lycidas. Line 78._


    It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
    Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.

_Lycidas. Line 100._


    The pilot of the Galilean lake;
    Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain
    (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).

_Lycidas. Line 109._


    But that two-handed engine at the door
    Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.

_Lycidas. Line 130._


    Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes
    That on the green turf suck the honied showers,
    And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
    Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
    The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
    The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet,
    The glowing violet,
    The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine,
    With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
    And every flower that sad embroidery wears.

_Lycidas. Line 139._


    So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
    And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
    And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
    Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

_Lycidas. Line 168._


    He touch'd the tender stops of various quills,
    With eager thought warbling his Doric lay.

_Lycidas. Line 188._


    To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

_Lycidas. Line 193._


    Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
    Jest and youthful Jollity,
    Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles,
    Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles.

_L'Allegro. Line 25._


    Sport, that wrinkled Care derides,
    And Laughter holding both his sides.
    Come and trip it as ye go,
    On the light fantastic toe.

_L'Allegro. Line 31._


    The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty.

_L'Allegro. Line 36._


    And every shepherd tells his tale
    Under the hawthorn in the dale.

_L'Allegro. Line 67._


    Meadows trim with daisies pied,
    Shallow brooks and rivers wide;
    Towers and battlements it sees
    Bosom'd high in tufted trees,
    Where perhaps some beauty lies,
    The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

_L'Allegro. Line 75._


    Herbs, and other country messes,
    Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses.

_L'Allegro. Line 85._


    To many a youth and many a maid
    Dancing in the chequer'd shade.

_L'Allegro. Line 95._


    Then to the spicy nut-brown ale.

_L'Allegro. Line 100._


    Tower'd cities please us then,
    And the busy hum of men.

_L'Allegro. Line 117._


               Ladies, whose bright eyes
    Rain influence, and judge the prize.

_L'Allegro. Line 121._


    Such sights as youthful poets dream
    On summer eyes by haunted stream.
    Then to the well-trod stage anon,
    If Jonson's learned sock be on,
    Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
    Warble his native wood-notes wild.

_L'Allegro. Line 129._


    And ever against eating cares
    Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
    Married to immortal verse,[249-1]
    Such as the meeting soul may pierce,
    In notes with many a winding bout
    Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

_L'Allegro. Line 135._


    Untwisting all the chains that tie
    The hidden soul of harmony.

_L'Allegro. Line 143._


    The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

_Il Penseroso. Line 8._


    And looks commercing with the skies,
    Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

_Il Penseroso. Line 39._


    Forget thyself to marble.

_Il Penseroso. Line 42._


    And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet,
    Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet.

_Il Penseroso. Line 45._


    And add to these retired Leisure,
    That in trim gardens takes his pleasure.

_Il Penseroso. Line 49._


    Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly,
    Most musical, most melancholy!

_Il Penseroso. Line 61._


                  I walk unseen
    On the dry smooth-shaven green,
    To behold the wandering moon
    Riding near her highest noon,
    Like one that had been led astray
    Through the heav'n's wide pathless way;
    And oft, as if her head she bow'd,
    Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

_Il Penseroso. Line 65._


    Where glowing embers through the room
    Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.

_Il Penseroso. Line 79._


    Far from all resort of mirth
    Save the cricket on the hearth.

_Il Penseroso. Line 81._


    Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
    In sceptred pall come sweeping by,
    Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line,
    Or the tale of Troy divine.

_Il Penseroso. Line 97._


    Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
    Such notes as, warbled to the string,
    Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

_Il Penseroso. Line 105._


    Or call up him that left half told
    The story of Cambuscan bold.

_Il Penseroso. Line 109._


    Where more is meant than meets the ear.

_Il Penseroso. Line 120._


    When the gust hath blown his fill,
    Ending on the rustling leaves
    With minute drops from off the eaves.

_Il Penseroso. Line 128._


    Hide me from day's garish eye.

_Il Penseroso. Line 141._


    And storied windows richly dight,
    Casting a dim religious light.

_Il Penseroso. Line 159._


    Till old experience do attain
    To something like prophetic strain.

_Il Penseroso. Line 173._


    Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.

_Arcades. Line 68._


    Under the shady roof
    Of branching elm star-proof.

_Arcades. Line 88._


    O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted,
    Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.

_Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough._


    Such as may make thee search the coffers round.

_At a Vacation Exercise. Line 31._


    No war or battle's sound
    Was heard the world around.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 53._


    Time will run back and fetch the age of gold.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 135._


    Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 172._


          The oracles are dumb,
          No voice or hideous hum
    Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
          Apollo from his shrine
          Can no more divine,
    With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
    No nightly trance or breathed spell
    Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 173._


    From haunted spring and dale
    Edg'd with poplar pale
    The parting genius is with sighing sent.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 184._


    Peor and Baälim
    Forsake their temples dim.

_Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 197._


    What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,--
    The labour of an age in piled stones?
    Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid
    Under a star-y-pointing pyramid?
    Dear son of memory, great heir of fame,
    What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name?

_Epitaph on Shakespeare._


    And so sepúlchred in such pomp dost lie,
    That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.

_Epitaph on Shakespeare._


    Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.[251-1]

_Sonnet to the Nightingale._


    As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye.

_On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three._


    The great Emathian conqueror bid spare
    The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower
    Went to the ground.

_When the Assault was intended to the City._


    That old man eloquent.

_To the Lady Margaret Ley._


    That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp.

_On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises._


    License they mean when they cry, Liberty!
    For who loves that must first be wise and good.

_On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises._


                   Peace hath her victories
    No less renown'd than war.

_To the Lord General Cromwell._


    Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
    When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

_On the late Massacre in Piedmont._


            Thousands at his bidding speed,
    And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
    They also serve who only stand and wait.

_On his Blindness._


    What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
    Of Attic taste?

_To Mr. Lawrence._


    In mirth that after no repenting draws.

_Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner._


    For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
    And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
    That with superfluous burden loads the day,
    And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

_Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner._


                       Yet I argue not
    Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot
    Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
    Right onward.

_Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner._


    Of which all Europe rings from side to side.

_Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner._


    But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd,
    I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

_On his Deceased Wife._


                    Have hung
    My dank and dropping weeds
    To the stern god of sea.

_Translation of Horace. Book i. Ode 5._


     For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the
     borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiarè.

_Iconoclastes. xxiii._


     Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the
     sunbeam.[253-1]

_Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce._


     A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his
     garland and singing robes about him.

_The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii._


     By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this
     life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might
     perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should
     not willingly let it die.

_The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii._


     Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still
     air of delightful studies.

_The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii._


     He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter
     in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem.

_Apology for Smectymnuus._


     His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him
     at command.

_Apology for Smectymnuus._


     Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees.

_Tractate of Education._


     I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we
     should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hillside, where I
     will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble
     education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so
     smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds
     on every side that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.

_Tractate of Education._


     Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue;
     stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy
     patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.

_Tractate of Education._


     Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato. . . . To which
     poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as
     being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and
     passionate.

_Tractate of Education._


     In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and
     pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to
     go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with
     heaven and earth.

_Tractate of Education._


     Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument.

_Tractate of Education._


     As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man
     kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a
     good book kills reason itself.

_Areopagitica._


     A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit,
     embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

_Areopagitica._


     Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books.

_Areopagitica._


     I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and
     unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but
     slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run
     for, not without dust and heat.

_Areopagitica._


     Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper
     softness in chambers?

_Areopagitica._


     Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing
     herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible
     locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth,
     and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.

_Areopagitica._


     Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the
     earth, so Truth be in the field, we do ingloriously, by licensing
     and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood
     grapple: who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open
     encounter?[255-1]

_Areopagitica._


     Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most
     truly kept the law.

_Tetrachordon._


     By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and
     travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history
     now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us
     with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far
     distance, true colours and shapes.

_The History of England. Book i._


     Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what
     more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows
     flocking and fighting in the air?

_The History of England. Book iv._


FOOTNOTES:

[223-1] But vindicate the ways of God to man.--POPE: _Essay on
    Man, epistle i. line 16._

[224-1] See Book iv. line 75.

[224-2] Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.--GRAY: _The
    Bard, i. 2, line 6._

[226-1] Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule . . . as making
    the worse appear the better reason.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Socrates,
    v._

[226-2] Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair.--SHAKESPEARE:
    _Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 3._

[227-1] Rubente dextera.--HORACE: _Ode i. 2, 2._

[230-1] Compare great things with small.--VIRGIL: _Eclogues, i.
    24_; _Georgics, iv. 176_. COWLEY: _The Motto._ DRYDEN: _Ovid,
    Metamorphoses, book i. line 727._ TICKELL: _Poem on Hunting._
    POPE: _Windsor Forest._

[231-1] Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.--POPE: _Moral
    Essays, epistle iii. line 282._

[232-1] See Herrick, page 203.

[232-2] Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of
    slaves.--WILLIAM PITT: _Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783._

[234-1] When unadorned, adorned the most.--THOMSON: _Autumn, line
    204._

[238-1] "But most of all respect thyself."--A precept of the
    Pythagoreans.

[239-1] Stern daughter of the voice of God.--WORDSWORTH: _Ode to
    Duty._

[240-1] Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes (Neither fear nor wish
    for your last day).--MARTIAL: _lib. x. epigram 47, line 13._

[241-1] The child is father of the man.--WORDSWORTH: _My Heart
    Leaps up._

[245-1] See Shakespeare, page 56.

[247-1] Erant quibus appetentior famæ videretur, quando etiam
    sapientibus cupido gloriæ novissima exuitur (Some might consider
    him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to
    the best of men longer than any other passion) [said of Helvidius
    Priscus].--TACITUS: _Historia, iv. 6._

[249-1] Wisdom married to immortal verse.--WORDSWORTH: _The
    Excursion, book vii._

[251-1] See Chaucer, page 6.

[253-1] See Bacon, page 169.

[255-1] Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left
    free to combat it.--JEFFERSON: _Inaugural Address._



EDWARD HYDE CLARENDON. 1608-1674.

     He [Hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a
     hand to execute any mischief.[255-2]

_History of the Rebellion. Vol. iii. Book vii. § 84._


FOOTNOTES:

[255-2] In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a
    head to contrive, and a hand to execute.--GIBBON: _Decline and
    Fall of the Roman Empire, chap. xlviii._

    Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to
    execute.--_From Junius, letter xxxvii. Feb. 14, 1770._



SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641.

    Her feet beneath her petticoat
    Like little mice stole in and out,[256-1]
      As if they feared the light;
    But oh, she dances such a way!
    No sun upon an Easter-day
      Is half so fine a sight.

_Ballad upon a Wedding._


    Her lips were red, and one was thin;
    Compared with that was next her chin,--
    Some bee had stung it newly.

_Ballad upon a Wedding._


    Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
        Prithee, why so pale?
    Will, when looking well can't move her,
        Looking ill prevail?
        Prithee, why so pale?

_Song._


    'T is expectation makes a blessing dear;
    Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were.

_Against Fruition._


    She is pretty to walk with,
    And witty to talk with,
    And pleasant, too, to think on.

_Brennoralt. Act ii._


    Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,--
    A meeting of gentle lights without a name.

_Brennoralt. Act iii._


    But as when an authentic watch is shown,
    Each man winds up and rectifies his own,
    So in our very judgments.[256-2]

_Aglaura. Epilogue._


    The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[256-3]

_The Goblins._


    Nick of time.

_The Goblins._


    "High characters," cries one, and he would see
    Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.[257-1]

_The Goblins. Epilogue._


FOOTNOTES:

[256-1] See Herrick, page 202.

[256-2]
    'T is with our judgments as our watches,--none
    Go just alike, yet each believes his own.

    POPE: _Essay on Criticism, part i. line 9._

[256-3] See Shakespeare, page 147.

[257-1]
    Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
    Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.

    POPE: _Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53._


    There 's no such thing in Nature, and you 'll draw
    A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.

    SHEFFIELD: _Essay on Poetry._



MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650.

    He either fears his fate too much,
      Or his deserts are small,
    That dares not put it to the touch
      To gain or lose it all.[257-2]

_My Dear and only Love._


    I 'll make thee glorious by my pen,
      And famous by my sword.[257-3]

_My Dear and only Love._


FOOTNOTES:

[257-2]
    That puts it not unto the touch
      To win or lose it all.

    NAPIER: _Montrose and the Covenanters, vol. ii. p. 566._

[257-3]
    I 'll make thee famous by my pen,
    And glorious by my sword.

    SCOTT: _Legend of Montrose, chap. xv._



SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668.

    Though with those streams he no resemblance hold,
    Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold;
    His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore,
    Search not his bottom, but survey his shore.

_Cooper's Hill. Line 165._


    Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream
    My great example, as it is my theme!
    Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull;
    Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full.

_Cooper's Hill. Line 189._


     Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year.

_The Sophy. A Tragedy._


    But whither am I strayed? I need not raise
    Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise;
    Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built;
    Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt
    Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign,
    Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.[258-1]

_On Mr. John Fletcher's Works._


FOOTNOTES:

[258-1]
    Poets are sultans, if they had their will;
    For every author would his brother kill.

    ORRERY: _Prologues_ (according to Johnson).


    Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
    Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.

    POPE: _Prologue to the Satires, line 197._



RICHARD CRASHAW. _Circa_ 1616-1650.

    The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[258-2]

_Epigram._


    Whoe'er she be,
    That not impossible she,
    That shall command my heart and me.

_Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._


    Where'er she lie,
    Locked up from mortal eye,
    In shady leaves of destiny.

_Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._


    Days that need borrow
    No part of their good morrow
    From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

_Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._


    Life that dares send
    A challenge to his end,
    And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend!

_Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._


    Sydneian showers
    Of sweet discourse, whose powers
    Can crown old Winter's head with flowers.

_Wishes to his Supposed Mistress._


    A happy soul, that all the way
    To heaven hath a summer's day.

_In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health._


    The modest front of this small floor,
    Believe me, reader, can say more
    Than many a braver marble can,--
    "Here lies a truly honest man!"

_Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton._


FOOTNOTES:

[258-2] Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw
    the god, and blushed).--_Epigrammationa Sacra. Aquæ in vinum
    versæ, p. 299._



RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658.

    Oh, could you view the melody
      Of every grace
      And music of her face,[259-1]
    You 'd drop a tear;
      Seeing more harmony
      In her bright eye
    Than now you hear.

_Orpheus to Beasts._


    I could not love thee, dear, so much,
      Lov'd I not honour more.

_To Lucasta, on going to the Wars._


    When flowing cups pass swiftly round
      With no allaying Thames.[259-2]

_To Althea from Prison, ii._


    Fishes that tipple in the deep,
      Know no such liberty.

_To Althea from Prison, ii._


    Stone walls do not a prison make,
      Nor iron bars a cage;
    Minds innocent and quiet take
      That for an hermitage;
    If I have freedom in my love,
      And in my soul am free,
    Angels alone that soar above
      Enjoy such liberty.

_To Althea from Prison, iv._


FOOTNOTES:

[259-1] See Browne, page 218.

    The mind, the music breathing from her face.--BYRON: _Bride of
    Abydos, canto i. stanza 6._

[259-2] See Shakespeare, page 103.



ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667.

    What shall I do to be forever known,
    And make the age to come my own?

_The Motto._


    His time is forever, everywhere his place.

_Friendship in Absence._


    We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine,
        But search of deep philosophy,
        Wit, eloquence, and poetry;
    Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine.

_On the Death of Mr. William Harvey._


    His _faith_, perhaps, in some nice tenets might
    Be wrong; his _life_, I 'm sure, was in the right.[260-1]

_On the Death of Crashaw._


    The thirsty earth soaks up the rain,
    And drinks, and gapes for drink again;
    The plants suck in the earth, and are
    With constant drinking fresh and fair.

_From Anacreon, ii. Drinking._


    Fill all the glasses there, for why
    Should every creature drink but I?
    Why, man of morals, tell me why?

_From Anacreon, ii. Drinking._


    A mighty pain to love it is,
    And 't is a pain that pain to miss;
    But of all pains, the greatest pain
    It is to love, but love in vain.

_From Anacreon, vii. Gold._


    Hope, of all ills that men endure,
    The only cheap and universal cure.

_The Mistress. For Hope._


    Th' adorning thee with so much art
      Is but a barb'rous skill;
    'T is like the pois'ning of a dart,
      Too apt before to kill.

_The Waiting Maid._


    Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
    But an eternal now does always last.[261-1]

_Davideis. Book i. Line 25._


    When Israel was from bondage led,
      Led by the Almighty's hand
      From out of foreign land,
    The great sea beheld and fled.

_Davideis. Book i. Line 41._


    An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair,
    And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.[261-2]

_Davideis. Book ii. Line 95._


    The monster London laugh at me.

_Of Solitude, xi._


    Let but thy wicked men from out thee go,
    And all the fools that crowd thee so,
    Even thou, who dost thy millions boast,
    A village less than Islington wilt grow,
    A solitude almost.

_Of Solitude, vii._


    The fairest garden in her looks,
    And in her mind the wisest books.

_The Garden, i._


    God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.[261-3]

_The Garden, ii._


    Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all,
    Both the great vulgar and the small.

_Horace. Book iii. Ode 1._


    Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.[262-1]

_Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72._


    Words that weep and tears that speak.[262-2]

_The Prophet._


    We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.

_Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell._


    Thus would I double my life's fading space;
    For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.[262-3]

_Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi._


FOOTNOTES:

[260-1]
    For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight,
    He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

    POPE: _Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303._

[261-1] One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting
    now.--SOUTHEY: _The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1._

[261-2]
    Loose his beard and hoary hair
    Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.

    GRAY: _The Bard, i. 2._

[261-3] See Bacon, page 167.

[262-1] Ravish'd with the whistling of a name.--POPE: _Essay on
    Man, epistle iv. line 281._

[262-2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.--GRAY:
    _Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4._

[262-3]
    For he lives twice who can at once employ
    The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy.

    POPE: _Imitation of Martial._



RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673.

    All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[262-4]

_Orthodoxe Paradoxes._ (Third edition, 1650.) _The Triumph of Assurance,
p. 41._


    They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[262-5]

_Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5._ (_1649._)


FOOTNOTES:

[262-4] Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay
    colours that are but skin-deep.--HENRY: _Commentaries. Genesis
    iii._

[262-5] See Skelton, page 8.



ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678.

                          Orange bright,
    Like golden lamps in a green night.

_Bermudas._


    And all the way, to guide their chime,
    With falling oars they kept the time.

_Bermudas._


    In busy companies of men.

_The Garden._ (Translated.)


    Annihilating all that 's made
    To a green thought in a green shade.

_The Garden._ (Translated.)


    The world in all doth but two nations bear,--
    The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

_The Loyal Scot._


    The inglorious arts of peace.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._


    He nothing common did, or mean,
    Upon that memorable scene.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._


    So much one man can do,
    That does both act and know.

_Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland._


    To make a bank was a great plot of state;
    Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.

_The Character of Holland._



JOSEPH HENSHAW.[263-1] ---- -1678.

    Man's life is like unto a winter's day,--
    Some break their fast and so depart away;
    Others stay dinner, then depart full fed;
    The longest age but sups and goes to bed.
    O reader, then behold and see!
    As we are now, so must you be.

_Horæ Sucissive_ (1631).


FOOTNOTES:

[263-1] Bishop of Peterborough, 1663.



HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695.

    But felt through all this fleshly dress
    Bright shoots of everlastingness.

_The Retreat._


    I see them walking in an air of glory
      Whose light doth trample on my days,--
    My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
      Mere glimmering and decays.

_They are all gone._


    Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
      Shining nowhere but in the dark;
    What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
      Could man outlook that mark!

_They are all gone._


    And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
    Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
    So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
    And into glory peep.

_They are all gone._


    Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
    At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
    Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
    Till the white-wing'd reapers come!

_The Seed growing secretly._



ALGERNON SIDNEY. 1622-1683.

          Manus haec inimica tyrannis
    Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[264-1]

_From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney._


     Liars ought to have good memories.[264-2]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv._


     Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[264-3]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii._


     God helps those who help themselves.[265-1]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._


     It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[265-2]

_Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii._


FOOTNOTES:

[264-1] His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: "It is said that
    the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you,
    desiring you to write something; and that you did _scribere in
    albo_ these words." It is said that the first line is to be found
    in the patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux).--_Notes and
    Queries, March 10, 1866._

[264-2] He who has not a good memory should never take upon him
    the trade of lying.--MONTAIGNE: _Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars._

[264-3] See Shakespeare, page 161.

[265-1] See Herbert, page 206.

    Heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act--SOPHOCLES: _Fragment
    288_ (Plumptre's Translation).

    Help thyself, Heaven will help thee.--LA FONTAINE: _Book vi. fable
    18._

[265-2] Like his that lights a candle to the sun.--FLETCHER:
    _Letter to Sir Walter Aston._

    And hold their farthing candle to the sun.--YOUNG: _Satire vii.
    line 56._



WILLIAM WALKER. 1623-1684.

    Learn to read slow: all other graces
    Will follow in their proper places.[265-3]

_The Art of Reading._


FOOTNOTES:

[265-3]
    Take time enough; all other graces
    Will soon fill up their proper places.

    BYROM: _Advice to preach slow._



JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688.

                              And so I penned
    It down, until at last it came to be,
    For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._


    Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so."
    Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No."

_Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book._


     The name of the slough was Despond.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


     Every fat must stand upon his bottom.[265-4]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


     Dark as pitch.[265-5]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


     It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is
     kept is lighter than vanity.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


     The palace Beautiful.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


     They came to the Delectable Mountains.

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part i._


    Some things are of that nature as to make
    One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

_Pilgrim's Progress. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of
the Pilgrim._


     He that is down needs fear no fall.[266-1]

_Pilgrim's Progress. Part ii._


FOOTNOTES:

[265-4] Every tub must stand upon its bottom.--MACKLIN: _The Man
    of the World, act i. sc. 2._

[265-5] RAY: _Proverbs._ GAY: _The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday._

[266-1] See Butler, page 212.



SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699.

     Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp
     and esteem of ages through which they have passed.

_Ancient and Modern Learning._


     No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the
     world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672.

_Memoirs. Vol. ii. p. 255._


     When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best,
     but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a
     little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care
     is over.

_Miscellanea. Part ii. Of Poetry._



JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630-1694.

     If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost
     seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.[266-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[266-2] If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent
    him.--VOLTAIRE: _A l' Auteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, épître
    cxl._



WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701.

     God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over
     into this wilderness.[266-3]

_Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669._


FOOTNOTES:

[266-3] God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this
    planting.--LONGFELLOW: _Courtship of Miles Standish, iv._



JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701.

    Above any Greek or Roman name.[267-1]

_Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76._


    And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove,
    Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand.

_Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39._


    Whate'er he did was done with so much ease,
    In him alone 't was natural to please.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 27._


    A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
    Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
    And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[267-2]
    A daring pilot in extremity;
    Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high
    He sought the storms.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156._


    Great wits are sure to madness near allied,
    And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267-3]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 163._


    And all to leave what with his toil he won
    To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 169._


    Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 174._


    And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 197._


    But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand,
    And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.[267-4]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 198._


    The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme,
    The young men's vision, and the old men's dream![268-1]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238._


    Behold him setting in his western skies,
    The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[268-2]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 268._


    Than a successive title long and dark,
    Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 301._


    Not only hating David, but the king.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 512._


    Who think too little, and who talk too much.[268-3]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 534._


    A man so various, that he seem'd to be
    Not one, but all mankind's epitome;
    Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong,
    Was everything by starts, and nothing long;
    But in the course of one revolving moon
    Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.[268-4]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 545._


    So over violent, or over civil,
    That every man with him was God or Devil.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 557._


    His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.[268-5]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 645._


    Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense
    Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 868._


    Beware the fury of a patient man.[269-1]

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005._


    Made still a blund'ring kind of melody;
    Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,[269-2]
    Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413._


    For every inch that is not fool is rogue.

_Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 463._


    Men met each other with erected look,
    The steps were higher that they took;
    Friends to congratulate their friends made haste,
    And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd.

_Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124._


    For truth has such a face and such a mien,
    As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.[269-3]

_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33._


    And kind as kings upon their coronation day.

_The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271._


    For those whom God to ruin has design'd,
    He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.[269-4]

_The Hind and the Panther. Part iii. Line 2387._


    But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

_Mac Flecknoe. Line 20._


    Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care
    To grant, before we can conclude the prayer:
    Preventing angels met it half the way,
    And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.[269-5]

_Britannia Rediviva. Line 1._


    And torture one poor word ten thousand ways.

_Britannia Rediviva. Line 208._


    Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace.

_Epistle to Congreve. Line 19._


    Be kind to my remains; and oh defend,
    Against your judgment, your departed friend!

_Epistle to Congreve. Line 72._


    Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
    Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
    The wise for cure on exercise depend;
    God never made his work for man to mend.

_Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92._


                      Wit will shine
    Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line.

_To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15._


    So softly death succeeded life in her,
    She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

_Eleonora. Line 315._


    Since heaven's eternal year is thine.

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15._


    O gracious God! how far have we
    Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy!

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 56._


    Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.[270-1]

_Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70._


    He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew
    His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.[270-2]

_On the Death of a very young Gentleman._


    Three poets, in three distant ages born,
    Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
    The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
    The next, in majesty; in both the last.
    The force of Nature could no further go;
    To make a third, she join'd the former two.[271-1]

_Under Mr. Milton's Picture._


    From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
         This universal frame began:
         From harmony to harmony
    Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
    The diapason closing full in Man.

_A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11._


    None but the brave deserves the fair.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 15._


        With ravish'd ears
        The monarch hears;
        Assumes the god,
        Affects to nod,
    And seems to shake the spheres.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 37._


    Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 54._


        Rich the treasure,
        Sweet the pleasure,--
    Sweet is pleasure after pain.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 58._


    Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
    Fought all his battles o'er again;
    And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 66._


    Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
    Fallen from his high estate,
      And welt'ring in his blood;
    Deserted, at his utmost need,
    By those his former bounty fed,
    On the bare earth expos'd he lies,
    With not a friend to close his eyes.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 77._


    For pity melts the mind to love.[272-1]

_Alexander's Feast. Line 96._


    Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
    Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
    War, he sung, is toil and trouble;
    Honour but an empty bubble;
      Never ending, still beginning,
    Fighting still, and still destroying.
      If all the world be worth the winning,
    Think, oh think it worth enjoying:
      Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
      Take the good the gods provide thee.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 97._


    Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 120._


    And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 154._


    Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 160._


    He rais'd a mortal to the skies,
    She drew an angel down.

_Alexander's Feast. Line 169._


    A very merry, dancing, drinking,
    Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

_The Secular Masque. Line 40._


    Fool, not to know that love endures no tie,
    And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.[272-2]

_Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758._


    For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

_The Cock and the Fox. Line 452._


    And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd
    For one fair female, lost him half the kind.

_Theodore and Honoria. Line 227._


    Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit,
    The power of beauty I remember yet.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1._


    When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41._


    He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought,
    And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84._


    The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes
    And gaping mouth, that testified surprise.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 107._


    Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife,
    Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 133._


    She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence:
    Sex to the last.[273-1]

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367._


    And raw in fields the rude militia swarms,
    Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense,
    In peace a charge, in war a weak defence;
    Stout once a month they march, a blustering band,
    And ever but in times of need at hand.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400._


    Of seeming arms to make a short essay,
    Then hasten to be drunk,--the business of the day.

_Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407._


    Happy who in his verse can gently steer
    From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273-2]

_The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75._


    Happy the man, and happy he alone,
      He who can call to-day his own;
      He who, secure within, can say,
    To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.[273-3]

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65._


    Not heaven itself upon the past has power;
    But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71._


    I can enjoy her while she 's kind;
    But when she dances in the wind,
    And shakes the wings and will not stay,
    I puff the prostitute away.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81._


    And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm.

_Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87._


    Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate
    And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

_Virgil, Æneid, Line 1._


    And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care
    Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274-1]

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97._


    Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,--
    As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155._


    She knows her man, and when you rant and swear,
    Can draw you to her with a single hair.[274-2]

_Persius. Satire v. Line 246._


    Look round the habitable world: how few
    Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

_Juvenal. Satire x._


    Our souls sit close and silently within,
    And their own web from their own entrails spin;
    And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such,
    That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[274-3]

_Mariage à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Thespis, the first professor of our art,
    At country wakes sung ballads from a cart.

_Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba._


    Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow;
    He who would search for pearls must dive below.

_All for Love. Prologue._


    Men are but children of a larger growth.

_All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[275-1]

_The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Burn daylight.

_The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[275-2]

_The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be;
    Within that circle none durst walk but he.

_The Tempest. Prologue._


    I am as free as Nature first made man,
    Ere the base laws of servitude began,
    When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

_The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Forgiveness to the injured does belong;
    But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.[275-3]

_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2._


               What precious drops are those
    Which silently each other's track pursue,
    Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew?

_The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped;
    And they have kept it since by being dead.

_The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue._


    Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
    To be we know not what, we know not where.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    When I consider life, 't is all a cheat.
    Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit;
    Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay.
    To-morrow 's falser than the former day;
    Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest
    With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
    Strange cozenage! none would live past years again,
    Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[276-1]
    And from the dregs of life think to receive
    What the first sprightly running could not give.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    'T is not for nothing that we life pursue;
    It pays our hopes with something still that 's new.

_Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    All delays are dangerous in war.

_Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Pains of love be sweeter far
    Than all other pleasures are.

_Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Whatever is, is in its causes just.[276-2]

_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._


                   His hair just grizzled,
    As in a green old age.[276-3]

_OEdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Of no distemper, of no blast he died,
    But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,--
    Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner.
    Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years,
    Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more;
    Till like a clock worn out with eating time,
    The wheels of weary life at last stood still.

_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty,
    Grows cold even in the summer of her age.

_OEdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1._


                     There is a pleasure sure
    In being mad which none but madmen know.[277-1]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Lord of humankind.[277-2]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Bless the hand that gave the blow.[277-3]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Second thoughts, they say, are best.[277-4]

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    He 's a sure card.

_The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    As sure as a gun.[277-5]

_The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven,
    Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.

_The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2._


    This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277-6]

_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I have a soul that like an ample shield
    Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277-7]

_Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1._


    A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow.

_Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[277-8]

_Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The true Amphitryon.[277-9]

_Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    The spectacles of books.

_Essay on Dramatic Poetry._


FOOTNOTES:

[267-1] Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.--POPE: _epistle i.
    book ii. line 26._

[267-2] See Fuller, page 221.

[267-3] No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of
    madness.--ARISTOTLE: _Problem, sect. 30._

    Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiæ (There is no great
    genius without a tincture of madness).--SENECA: _De Tranquillitate
    Animi, 15._

    What thin partitions sense from thought divide!--POPE: _Essay on
    Man, epistle i. line 226._

[267-4]
    Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand,
    And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land.

    KNOLLES: _History_ (under a portrait of Mustapha I.)

[268-1] Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see
    visions.--_Joel ii. 28._

[268-2]
                    Like our shadows,
    Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.

    YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 661._

[268-3] They always talk who never think.--PRIOR: _Upon a Passage
    in the Scaligerana._

[268-4]
    Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes,
    Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit

    (Grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher,
    physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,--he knew
    everything).--JUVENAL: _Satire iii. line 76._

[268-5] A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.--JULIUS HARE:
    _Guesses at Truth._

    A Christian is the highest style of man.--YOUNG: _Night Thoughts,
    night iv. line 788._

[269-1] Furor fit læsa sæpius patientia (An over-taxed patience
    gives way to fierce anger).--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 289._

[269-2] See Spenser, page 28.

[269-3]
    Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
    As to be hated needs but to be seen.

    POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217._

[269-4] Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to
    destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is
    unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides.

[269-5] And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.--GOLDSMITH:
    _The Deserted Village, line 180._

[270-1]
    Of manners gentle, of affections mild,
    In wit a man, simplicity a child.

    POPE: _Epitaph on Gay._

[270-2]
    Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
    She sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven.

    YOUNG: _Night Thoughts, night v. line 600._

[271-1]
    Græcia Mæonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem,
      Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem

    (Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim;
    England can either match in Milton's fame).

    SELVAGGI: _Ad Joannem Miltonum._

[272-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

[272-2] This proverb Dryden repeats in _Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2._

    See Shakespeare, page 106.

[273-1] And love the offender, yet detest the offence.--POPE:
    _Eloisa to Abelard, line 192._

[273-2]
    Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix légère,
    Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sévère.

    BOILEAU: _L' Art Poétique, chant 1^er._


    Formed by thy converse, happily to steer
    From grave to gay, from lively to severe.

    POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379._

[273-3]
    Serenely full, the epicure would say,
    Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day.

    SYDNEY SMITH: _Recipe for Salad._

[274-1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more
    savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted
    or rare, on the Tuesdays.--CHARLES LAMB: _Christ's Hospital
    five-and-thirty Years Ago._

[274-2] See Burton, page 191.

[274-3] See Davies, page 176.

[275-1] See Burton, page 193.

[275-2] Fat, fair, and forty.--SCOTT: _St. Ronan's Well, chap.
    vii._

    Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord ---- is
    going to marry Lady ----, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing
    resident of the Crescent."

[275-3] Quos læserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also
    hate).--SENECA: _De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33._

    Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem læseris (It belongs to
    human nature to hate those you have injured).--TACITUS: _Agricola,
    42. 4._

    Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he
    injures).--_Italian Proverb._

[276-1] There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius.--MACAULAY:
    _History of England, chap. xviii._

[276-2] Whatever is, is right.--POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle i.
    line 289._

[276-3] A green old age unconscious of decay.--POPE: _The Iliad,
    book xxiii. line 929._

[277-1]
    There is a pleasure in poetic pains.
    Which only poets know.

    COWPER: _The Timepiece, line 285._

[277-2] Lords of humankind.--GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 327._

[277-3] Adore the hand that gives the blow.--POMFRET: _Verses to
    his Friend._

[277-4] Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.--EURIPIDES:
    _Hippolytus, 438._

[277-5] See Butler, page 211.

[277-6] The precious porcelain of human clay.--BYRON: _Don Juan,
    canto iv. stanza 11._

[277-7] Give ample room and verge enough.--GRAY: _The Bard, ii.
    1._

[277-8] Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.--BLAIR: _The
    Grave, line 58._

[277-9]
            Le véritable Amphitryon
            Est l'Amphitryon où l'on dîne
    (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine).

    MOLIÈRE: _Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5._



EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684.

                      Remember Milo's end,
    Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87._


    And choose an author as you choose a friend.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96._


    Immodest words admit of no defence,
    For want of decency is want of sense.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113._


    The multitude is always in the wrong.

_Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184._


    My God, my Father, and my Friend,
    Do not forsake me at my end.

_Translation of Dies Iræ._



THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711.

    Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
    Praise Him, all creatures here below!
    Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
    Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!

_Morning and Evening Hymn._



SIR JOHN POWELL. ---- -1713.

     Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that
     is not reason.[278-1]

_Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911._


FOOTNOTES:

[278-1] See Coke, page 24.



ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727.

     I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I
     seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and
     diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a
     prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay
     all undiscovered before me.[278-2]

_Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii._


FOOTNOTES:

[278-2] See Milton, page 241.



EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680.

    Angels listen when she speaks:
      She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder;
    But my jealous heart would break
      Should we live one day asunder.

_Song._


    Here lies our sovereign lord the king,
      Whose word no man relies on;
    He never says a foolish thing,
      Nor ever does a wise one.

_Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II._


    And ever since the Conquest have been fools.

_Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country._


    For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose,
    The best good man with the worst-natured muse.[279-1]

_An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i._


    A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.

_On the King._


    It is a very good world to live in,
    To lend, or to spend, or to give in;
    But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own,
    It is the very worst world that ever was known.[279-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[279-1] Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd
    muse!--GOLDSMITH: _Retaliation. Postscript._

[279-2] These last four lines are attributed to Rochester.



SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1720.

    Of all those arts in which the wise excel,
    Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.

_Essay on Poetry._


    There 's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw
    A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.[279-3]

_Essay on Poetry._


    Read Homer once, and you can read no more;
    For all books else appear so mean, so poor,
    Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read,
    And Homer will be all the books you need.

_Essay on Poetry._


FOOTNOTES:

[279-3] See Suckling, page 257.



THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685.

    O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee
    To temper man: we had been brutes without you.
    Angels are painted fair, to look like you:
    There 's in you all that we believe of heaven,--
    Amazing brightness, purity, and truth,
    Eternal joy, and everlasting love.

_Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;
    Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.[280-1]

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 1._


    And die with decency.

_Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 3._


    What mighty ills have not been done by woman!
    Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?--A woman!
    Who lost Mark Antony the world?--A woman!
    Who was the cause of a long ten years' war,
    And laid at last old Troy in ashes?--Woman!
    Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman![280-2]

_The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     Let us embrace, and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery
     together.[280-3]

_The Orphan. Act iv. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[280-1] See Shakespeare, page 112.

    Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
    Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

    GRAY: _The Bard, part i. stanza 3._

[280-2]
    O woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
    Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.

    POPE: _Homer's Odyssey, book xi. line 531._

[280-3] Let us swear an eternal friendship.--FRERE: _The Rovers,
    act i. sc. 1._



ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716.

     I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted
     to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the
     laws of a nation.

_Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc._



NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692.

    Then he will talk--good gods! how he will talk![281-1]

_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace,
    That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him.

_Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._


    When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.

_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.[281-2]

_Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2._


    Man, false man, smiling, destructive man!

_Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[281-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 197.

[281-2] "Leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain
    various interpolations, among them--

    See the conquering hero comes!
    Sound the trumpet, beat the drums!--

    which was first used by Handel in "Joshua," and afterwards
    transferred to "Judas Maccabæus." The text of both oratorios was
    written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman.



JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711.

      How fading are the joys we dote upon!
      Like apparitions seen and gone.
      But those which soonest take their flight
    Are the most exquisite and strong,--
      Like angels' visits, short and bright;[281-3]
    Mortality 's too weak to bear them long.

_The Parting._


FOOTNOTES:

[281-3] Like those of angels, short and far between.--BLAIR: _The
    Grave, line 588._

    Like angel visits, few and far between.--CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of
    Hope, part ii. line 378._



JOHN DENNIS. 1657-1734.

     A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a
     pocket.

_The Gentleman's Magazine. Vol. li. Page 324._


     They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my
     thunder.[282-1]

FOOTNOTES:

[282-1] Our author, for the advantage of this play ("Appius and
    Virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was
    approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is
    used in the theatre. The tragedy however was coldly received,
    notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time.
    Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the
    representation of "Macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of;
    upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an
    oath, that it was his thunder. "See," said he, "how the rascals
    use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my
    thunder!"--_Biographia Britannica, vol. v. p. 103._



THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1660-1746.

    Pity 's akin to love.[282-2]

_Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count
    ne'er made a man.[282-3]

_Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[282-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

[282-3] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp
    can make the metal better.--WYCHERLEY: _The Plaindealer, act i.
    sc. 1._

    A prince can make a belted knight,
      A marquis, duke, and a' that;
    But an honest man 's aboon his might:
      Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.

    BURNS: _For a' that and a' that._



MATHEW HENRY.[282-4] 1662-1714.

     The better day, the worse deed.[282-5]

_Commentaries. Genesis iii._


     Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that
     are but skin-deep.[282-6]

_Commentaries. Genesis iii._


     So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish that he did
     not only sigh but roar.[283-1]

_Commentaries. Job iii._


     To their own second thoughts.[283-2]

_Commentaries. Job vi._


     He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel.

_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvi._


     Our creature comforts.

_Commentaries. Psalm xxxvii._


     None so deaf as those that will not hear.[283-3]

_Commentaries. Psalm lviii._


     They that die by famine die by inches.

_Commentaries. Psalm lix._


     To fish in troubled waters.

_Commentaries. Psalm lx._


     Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore
     called the staff of life.[283-4]

_Commentaries. Psalm civ._


     Hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves.

_Commentaries. Ecclesiastes vii._


     It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the
     Gospel is good fare."

_Commentaries. Isaiah xxx._


     Blushing is the colour of virtue.[283-5]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah iii._


     It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast
     themselves most of their being near to the Church.[283-6]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah vii._


     None so blind as those that will not see.[283-7]

_Commentaries. Jeremiah xx._


     Not lost, but gone before.[283-8]

_Commentaries. Matthew ii._


     Those that are above business.

_Commentaries. Matthew xx._


     Better late than never.[284-1]

_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._


     Saying and doing are two things.

_Commentaries. Matthew xxi._


     Judas had given them the slip.

_Commentaries. Matthew xxii._


     After a storm comes a calm.

_Commentaries. Acts ix._


     Men of polite learning and a liberal education.

_Commentaries. Acts x._


     It is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good
     to be true.

_Commentaries. Timothy i._


     It is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of
     any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business
     they are to be entrusted with.[284-2]

_Commentaries. Timothy iii._


FOOTNOTES:

[282-4] Mathew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry
    (1631-1691): "He would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of
    the comforts of this life, 'All this, and heaven too!'"--_Life of
    Rev. Philip Henry, p. 70._ (London, 1830.)

[282-5] See Middleton, page 172.

[282-6] See Venning, page 262.

[283-1] Nature says best; and she says, Roar!--EDGEWORTH: _Ormond,
    chap. v._ (King Corny in a paroxysm of gout.)

[283-2] I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober
    second thought of the people shall be law.--FISHER AMES: _On
    Biennial Elections, 1788._

[283-3] See Heywood, page 19.

[283-4] Bread is the staff of life.--SWIFT: _Tale of a Tub._

    Corne, which is the staffe of life.--WINSLOW: _Good Newes from New
    England, p. 47._ (London, 1624.)

    The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread.--_Isaiah iii.
    1._

[283-5] Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my
    boy! that is the complexion of virtue."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS:
    _Diogenes, vi._

[283-6] See Heywood, page 12.

[283-7] There is none so blind as they that won't see.--SWIFT:
    _Polite Conversation, dialogue iii._

[283-8] Literally from Seneca, _Epistola lxiii. 16._

    Not dead, but gone before.--ROGERS: _Human Life._

[284-1] See Heywood, page 13.

[284-2] See Appendix, page 859.



RICHARD BENTLEY. 1662-1742.

     It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of
     reputation but by himself.

_Monk's Life of Bentley. Page 90._


     "Whatever is, is not," is the maxim of the anarchist, as often as
     anything comes across him in the shape of a law which he happens
     not to like.[284-3]

_Declaration of Rights._


     The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms.[284-4]

_Sermons, vii. Works, Vol. iii. p. 147_ (1692).


FOOTNOTES:

[284-3] See Dryden, page 276.

[284-4] That fortuitous concourse of atoms.--_Review of Sir Robert
    Peel's Address. Quarterly Review, vol. liii. p. 270_ (1835).

    In this article a party was described as a fortuitous concourse of
    atoms,--a phrase supposed to have been used for the first time
    many years afterwards by Lord John Russell.--_Croker Papers, vol.
    ii. p. 54._



HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743.

    God save our gracious king!
    Long live our noble king!
      God save the king!

_God save the King._


    Aldeborontiphoscophornio!
    Where left you Chrononhotonthologos?

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._


    His cogitative faculties immersed
    In cogibundity of cogitation.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._


                 Let the singing singers
    With vocal voices, most vociferous,
    In sweet vociferation out-vociferize
    Even sound itself.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1._


    To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos,
    Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded.

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Go call a coach, and let a coach be called;
    And let the man who calleth be the caller;
    And in his calling let him nothing call
    But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!"

_Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    Genteel in personage,
    Conduct, and equipage;
    Noble by heritage,
    Generous and free.

_The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2._


    What a monstrous tail our cat has got!

_The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Of all the girls that are so smart,
      There 's none like pretty Sally.[285-1]

_Sally in our Alley._


    Of all the days that 's in the week
      I dearly love but one day,
    And that 's the day that comes betwixt
      A Saturday and Monday.

_Sally in our Alley._


FOOTNOTES:

[285-1]
    Of all the girls that e'er was seen,
    There 's none so fine as Nelly.

    SWIFT: _Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet._



DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731.

    Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
    The Devil always builds a chapel there;[286-1]
    And 't will be found, upon examination,
    The latter has the largest congregation.

_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._


    Great families of yesterday we show,
    And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who.

_The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[286-1] See Burton, page 192.



TOM BROWN. 1663-1704.

    I do not love thee, Doctor Fell,
    The reason why I cannot tell;
    But this alone I know full well,
    I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[286-2]

_Laconics._


     To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his
     snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that
     has never a shirt on his back.[286-3]

_Laconics._


     In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall
     thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his
     sermon: "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the
     Gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irregular appetites, you
     must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is
     not good manners to mention here."[287-1]

_Laconics._


FOOTNOTES:

[286-2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works
    collected and published after his death:--

    Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare;
    Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te

    (I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can
    say, I do not love thee).--MARTIAL: _Epigram i. 33._

    Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas;
    Je n'en saurois dire la cause,
    Je sais seulement une chose;
    C'est que je ne vous aime pas.

    BUSSY: _Comte de Rabutin._ (1618-1693.)

[286-3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a
    shirt.--SORBIENNE (1610-1670).

    GOLDSMITH: _The Haunch of Venison._

[287-1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.--POPE: _Moral
    Essays, epistle iv. line 149._



MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721.

    All jargon of the schools.[287-2]

_I am that I am. An Ode._


    Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
      At objects in an airy height;
    The little pleasure of the game
      Is from afar to view the flight.[287-3]

_To the Hon. Charles Montague._


    From ignorance our comfort flows.
    The only wretched are the wise.[287-4]

_To the Hon. Charles Montague._


    Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

_A Better Answer._


    Be to her virtues very kind;
    Be to her faults a little blind.

_An English Padlock._


    That if weak women went astray,
    Their stars were more in fault than they.

_Hans Carvel._


    The end must justify the means.

_Hans Carvel._


    And thought the nation ne'er would thrive
    Till all the whores were burnt alive.

_Paulo Purganti._


    They never taste who always drink;
    They always talk who never think.[287-5]

_Upon a passage in the Scaligerana._


    That air and harmony of shape express,
    Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287-6]

_Henry and Emma._


    Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,
    And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288-1]

_The Thief and the Cordelier._


    Nobles and heralds, by your leave,
      Here lies what once was Matthew Prior;
    The son of Adam and of Eve:
      Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288-2]

_Epitaph. Extempore._


    Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives
    She builds our quiet as she forms our lives;
    Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even,
    And opens in each heart a little heaven.

_Charity._


    His noble negligences teach
    What others' toils despair to reach.

_Alma. Canto ii. Line 7._


    Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em,
    And oft repeating, they believe 'em.

_Alma. Canto iii. Line 13._


    Abra was ready ere I called her name;
    And though I called another, Abra came.

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364._


    For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288-3]

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 102._


    Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;
    And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.

_Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240._


    A Rechabite poor Will must live,
    And drink of Adam's ale.[289-1]

_The Wandering Pilgrim._


FOOTNOTES:

[287-2] Noisy jargon of the schools.--POMFRET: _Reason._

    The sounding jargon of the schools.--COWPER: _Truth, line 367._

[287-3]
    But all the pleasure of the game
    Is afar off to view the flight.

    _Variations in a copy dated 1692._

[287-4] See Davenant, page 217.

[287-5] See Jonson, page 180. Also Dryden, page 268.

[287-6] Fine by defect, and delicately weak.--POPE: _Moral Essays,
    epistle ii. line 43._

[288-1] As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff.
    [John Clerk to Wolsey.]--ELLIS: _Letters, third series, vol. i. p.
    262._

    "A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune
    played, on taking leave of friends. TARLTON: _News out of
    Purgatory_ (about 1689). CHAPMAN: _Widow's Tears._ MIDDLETON: _The
    Old Law, act iv. sc. 1._ BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER: _Wit at Several
    Weapons, act ii. sc. 2._

[288-2] The following epitaph was written long before the time of
    Prior:--

    Johnnie Carnegie lais heer,
      Descendit of Adam and Eve.
    Gif ony con gang hieher,
      Ise willing give him leve.

[288-3] This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius
    (_Aristotle, v. xi._), who, when asked what hope is, answered,
    "The dream of a waking man." Menage, in his "Observations upon
    Laertius," says that Stobæus (_Serm. cix._) ascribes it to Pindar,
    while Ælian (_Var. Hist. xiii. 29_) refers it to Plato.

    Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quædam, vigilantium (Vain hopes
    are like certain dreams of those who wake).--QUINTILIAN: _vi. 2,
    27._

[289-1] A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.--TOM
    BROWN: _Works, vol. iv. p. 11._



JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703.

    We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe,
    And still adore the hand that gives the blow.[289-2]

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._


    Heaven is not always angry when he strikes,
    But most chastises those whom most he likes.

_Verses to his Friend under Affliction._


FOOTNOTES:

[289-2] See Dryden, page 277.



JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745.

    I 've often wish'd that I had clear,
    For life, six hundred pounds a year;
    A handsome house to lodge a friend;
    A river at my garden's end;
    A terrace walk, and half a rood
    Of land set out to plant a wood.

_Imitation of Horace, Book ii. Sat. 6._


    So geographers, in Afric maps,
    With savage pictures fill their gaps,
    And o'er unhabitable downs
    Place elephants for want of towns.[289-3]

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._


    Where Young must torture his invention
    To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._


    Hobbes clearly proves that every creature
    Lives in a state of war by nature.

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._


    So, naturalists observe, a flea
    Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
    And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
    And so proceed _ad infinitum_.[290-1]

_Poetry, a Rhapsody._


    Libertas et natale solum:
    Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em.

_Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach._


    A college joke to cure the dumps.

_Cassinus and Peter._


    'T is an old maxim in the schools,
    That flattery 's the food of fools;
    Yet now and then your men of wit
    Will condescend to take a bit.

_Cadenus and Vanessa._


     Hail fellow, well met.[290-2]

_My Lady's Lamentation._


     Big-endians and small-endians.[290-3]

_Gulliver's Travels. Part i. Chap. iv. Voyage to Lilliput._


     And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears
     of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground
     where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and
     do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of
     politicians put together.

_Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Chap. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag._


     He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams
     out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically
     sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers.

_Gulliver's Travels. Part iii. Chap. v. Voyage to Laputa._


     It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second
     place have an undoubted title to the first.

_Tale of a Tub. Dedication._


     Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an
     empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent
     hands upon the ship.[291-1]

_Tale of a Tub. Preface._


     Bread is the staff of life.[291-2]

_Tale of a Tub. Preface._


     Books, the children of the brain.

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. i._


     As boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails.[291-3]

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. vii._


     He made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat.

_Tale of a Tub. Sect. xi._


     How we apples swim![291-4]

_Brother Protestants._


     The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light.

_Battle of the Books._


     The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies
     spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._


     Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._


     A nice man is a man of nasty ideas.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._


     If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would
     not have given them to such a scoundrel.

_Letter to Miss Vanbromrigh, Aug. 12, 1720._


     Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole.

_Letter to Bolingbroke, March 21, 1729._


     A penny for your thoughts.[292-1]

_Introduction to Polite Conversation._


     Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl?

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     The sight of you is good for sore eyes.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     'T is as cheap sitting as standing.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     I won't quarrel with my bread and butter.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be
     a day.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.[292-2]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     If it had been a bear it would have bit you.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     I mean you lie--under a mistake.[292-3]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


    _Lord M._  What religion is he of?

    _Lord Sp._ Why, he is an Anythingarian.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue i._


     He was a bold man that first eat an oyster.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     That is as well said as if I had said it myself.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     You must take the will for the deed.[292-4]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his
     whole body.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     They say a carpenter 's known by his chips.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and
     Doctor Merryman.[293-1]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     I 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me
     "spade."

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     May you live all the days of your life.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have
     the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or
     by water.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats
     and dogs.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     I thought you and he were hand-in-glove.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii._


     'T is happy for him that his father was before him.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     There is none so blind as they that won't see.[293-2]

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     She pays him in his own coin.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     There was all the world and his wife.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     Sharp 's the word with her.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     There 's two words to that bargain.

_Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii._


     I shall be like that tree,--I shall die at the top.

_Scott's Life of Swift._[294-1]


FOOTNOTES:

[289-3] As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps
    parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in
    the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy
    deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.--PLUTARCH:
    _Theseus._

[290-1]
    Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em,
    And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so _ad infinitum_.
    And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on;
    While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on.

    DE MORGAN: _A Budget of Paradoxes, p. 377._

[290-2] ROWLAND: _Knave of Hearts_ (1612). RAY: _Proverbs._ TOM
    BROWN: _Amusement, viii._

[290-3] As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out
    by the high and low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and
    Hamecksan), those of Papist and Protestant are designated under
    the Big-endians and Small-endians.

[291-1] In Sebastian Munster's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a
    ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of
    the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with.
    This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the
    "Ship of Fools."--Sir JAMES MACKINTOSH: _Appendix to the Life of
    Sir Thomas More._

[291-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.

[291-3] Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of
    sparrows.--RABELAIS: _book ii. chap. xiv._

[291-4] RAY: _Proverbs._ MALLET: _Tyburn._

[292-1] See Heywood, page 16.

[292-2] See Heywood, page 13.

[292-3] You lie--under a mistake.--SHELLEY: _Magico Prodigioso,
    scene 1_ (a translation of Calderon).

[292-4] The will for deed I doe accept.--DU BARTAS: _Divine Weeks
    and Works, third day, week ii. part 2._

    The will for the deed.--CIBBER: _The Rival Fools, act iii._

[293-1]
    Use three physicians
    Still: first, Dr. Quiet;
    Next, Dr. Merryman,
    And Dr. Dyet.

    _Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum_ (edition 1607).

[293-2] See Mathew Henry, page 283.

[294-1] When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general
    topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be
    an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so
    finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she
    thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the
    Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."--JOHNSON: _Life of
    Swift._



WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729.

    Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast,
    To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.

_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._


    By magic numbers and persuasive sound.

_The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
    Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[294-2]

_The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8._


    For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds,
    And though a late, a sure reward succeeds.

_The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12._


    If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see
    That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.

_The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12._


     Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the
     first magnitude.

_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5._


     I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a
     cellar.[294-3]

_Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7._


     Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.

_The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure;
    Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295-1]

_The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Defer not till to-morrow to be wise,
    To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295-2]

_Letter to Cobham._


FOOTNOTES:

[294-2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
    disappointed woman.--CIBBER: _Love's Last Shift, act iv._

[294-3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.--FOOTE: _The
    Author, act 2._

    Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._

[295-1] See Shakespeare, page 72.

[295-2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.--YOUNG: _Night
    Thoughts, night i. line 390._



SAMUEL GARTH.[295-3] 1670-1719.

    To die is landing on some silent shore
    Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
    Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er.

_The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225._


    I see the right, and I approve it too,
    Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295-4]

_Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20_ (translated by Tate and Stonestreet,
edited by Garth).


    For all their luxury was doing good.[295-5]

_Claremont. Line 149._


FOOTNOTES:

[295-3]
    Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy;
    Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I.

    CHRISTOPHER CODRINGTON: _Lines addressed to Garth on his
    Dispensary._

[295-4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst
    pursue.--PETRARCH: _Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life._

    See Shakespeare, page 60.

[295-5] And learn the luxury of doing good.--GOLDSMITH: _The
    Traveller, line 22._ CRABBE: _Tales of the Hall, book iii._
    GRAVES: _The Epicure._



COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757.

    So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love,
    And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution
    Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._


    The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome
    Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[296-1]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iii. Sc. 1._


    I 've lately had two spiders
    Crawling upon my startled hopes.
    Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me,
    Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes:
    I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._


    Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act iv. Sc. 3._


    And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay
    Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._


    With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296-2]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._


    Perish that thought! No, never be it said
    That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard.
    Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain!
    Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again!
    Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away!
    My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray.

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._


    A weak invention of the enemy.[296-3]

_Richard III._ (_altered_). _Act v. Sc. 3._


    As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

_Love's Last Shift. Act ii._


     We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a
     disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a
     parting pang.[296-4]

_Love's Last Shift. Act iv._


    Old houses mended,
    Cost little less than new before they 're ended.

_Prologue to the Double Gallant._


    Possession is eleven points in the law.

_Woman's Wit. Act i._


    Words are but empty thanks.

_Woman's Wit. Act v._


    This business will never hold water.

_She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv._


    Losers must have leave to speak.

_The Rival Fools. Act i._


    Stolen sweets are best.

_The Rival Fools. Act i._


    The will for the deed.[297-1]

_The Rival Fools. Act iii._


    Within one of her.

_The Rival Fools. Act v._


    I don't see it.

_The Careless Husband. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks,
    And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.[297-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[296-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219.

[296-2] See Shakespeare, page 92.

[296-3] See Shakespeare, page 98.

[296-4] See Congreve, page 294.

[297-1] See Swift, page 292.

[297-2] A parody on Pope's lines:--

    Graced as thou art with all the power of words,
    So known, so honoured at the House of Lords.



SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729.

     Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to
     behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her
     was a liberal education.[297-3]

_Tatler. No. 49._


     Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously
     virtuous.

_Spectator. No. 266._


FOOTNOTES:

[297-3] Lady Elizabeth Hastings.



JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719.

    The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers,
    And heavily in clouds brings on the day,
    The great, the important day, big with the fate
    Of Cato and of Rome.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._


                  Thy steady temper, Portius,
    Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cæsar,
    In the calm lights of mild philosophy.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 1._


    'T is not in mortals to command success,
    But we 'll do more, Sempronius,--we 'll deserve it.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._


    'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul;
    I think the Romans call it stoicism.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget
    The pale, unripened beauties of the north.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._


    Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover,
    Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
    The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex.

_Cato. Act i. Sc. 4._


                My voice is still for war.
    Gods! can a Roman senate long debate
    Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow,
    And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us!

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
    Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.

_Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The woman that deliberates is lost.

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._


                          What a pity is it
    That we can die but once to save our country!

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._

    When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway,
    The post of honour is a private station.[298-1]

_Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4._


    It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well!
    Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
    This longing after immortality?
    Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
    Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
    Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
    'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
    'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
    And intimates eternity to man.
    Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I 'm weary of conjectures,--this must end 'em.
    Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life,
    My bane and antidote, are both before me:
    This in a moment brings me to an end;
    But this informs me I shall never die.
    The soul, secured in her existence, smiles
    At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.
    The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
    Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years;
    But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[299-1]
    Unhurt amidst the war of elements,
    The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._


    From hence, let fierce contending nations know
    What dire effects from civil discord flow.

_Cato. Act v. Sc. 4._


    For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes,
    Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise,
    Poetic fields encompass me around,
    And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[299-2]

_A Letter from Italy._


    Unbounded courage and compassion join'd,
    Tempering each other in the victor's mind,
    Alternately proclaim him good and great,
    And make the hero and the man complete.

_The Campaign. Line 219._


    And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform,
    Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[299-3]

_The Campaign. Line 291._


    And those that paint them truest praise them most.[300-1]

_The Campaign. Last line._


    The spacious firmament on high,
    With all the blue ethereal sky,
    And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
    Their great Original proclaim.

_Ode._


    Soon as the evening shades prevail,
    The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
    And nightly to the listening earth
    Repeats the story of her birth;
    While all the stars that round her burn,
    And all the planets in their turn,
    Confirm the tidings as they roll,
    And spread the truth from pole to pole.

_Ode._


    For ever singing as they shine,
    The hand that made us is divine.

_Ode._


    Should the whole frame of Nature round him break,
    In ruin and confusion hurled,
    He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,
    And stand secure amidst a falling world.

_Horace. Ode iii. Book iii._


    In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow,
    Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow,
    Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee,
    There is no living with thee, nor without thee.[300-2]

_Spectator. No. 68._


    Much may be said on both sides.[300-3]

_Spectator. No. 122._


    The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
    And feed me with a shepherd's care;
    His presence shall my wants supply,
    And guard me with a watchful eye.

_Spectator. No. 444._


    Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes.

_Prologue to The Drummer._


FOOTNOTES:

[298-1]
    Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
    A mind serene for contemplation!
    Title and profit I resign;
    The post of honour shall be mine.

    GAY: _Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._

[299-1] Smiling always with a never fading serenity of
    countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.--ISAAC BARROW
    (1630-1677): _Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66._

[299-2] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase
    "classic ground," since so common, was ever used.

[299-3] This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found
    in the "Dunciad," book iii. line 264.

[300-1] He best can paint them who shall feel them most.--POPE:
    _Eloisa to Abelard, last line._

[300-2] A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid,
    Amores iii. 11, 39.

[300-3] Much may be said on both sides.--FIELDING: _The Covent
    Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8._



NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718.

    As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
    And none could be unhappy but the great.[301-1]

_The Fair Penitent. Prologue._


    At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301-2]

_The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Is she not more than painting can express,
    Or youthful poets fancy when they love?

_The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1._


    Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?

_The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i._


FOOTNOTES:

[301-1] None think the great unhappy, but the great.--YOUNG: _The
    Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238._

[301-2] But with the morning cool reflection came.--SCOTT:
    _Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv._

    Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iii.
    note 11; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "The
    Antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in
    "Rob Roy," chap. xii.



ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748.

    Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
      How many poor I see!
    What shall I render to my God
      For all his gifts to me?

_Divine Songs. Song iv._


    A flower, when offered in the bud,
      Is no vain sacrifice.

_Divine Songs. Song xii._


    And he that does one fault at first
      And lies to hide it, makes it two.[301-3]

_Divine Songs. Song xv._


    Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
      For God hath made them so;
    Let bears and lions growl and fight,
      For 't is their nature too.

_Divine Songs. Song xvi._


    But, children, you should never let
      Such angry passions rise;
    Your little hands were never made
      To tear each other's eyes.

_Divine Songs. Song xvi._


    Birds in their little nests agree;
      And 't is a shameful sight
    When children of one family
      Fall out, and chide, and fight.

_Divine Songs. Song xvii._


    How doth the little busy bee
      Improve each shining hour,
    And gather honey all the day
      From every opening flower!

_Divine Songs. Song xx._


    For Satan finds some mischief still
      For idle hands to do.

_Divine Songs. Song xx._


    In books, or work, or healthful play.

_Divine Songs. Song xx._


    I have been there, and still would go;
    'T is like a little heaven below.

_Divine Songs. Song xxviii._


    Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber!
      Holy angels guard thy bed!
    Heavenly blessings without number
      Gently falling on thy head.

_A Cradle Hymn._


    'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain,
    "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again."

_The Sluggard._


    Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
    My voice ascending high.

_Psalm v._


    From all who dwell below the skies
    Let the Creator's praise arise;
    Let the Redeemer's name be sung
    Through every land, by every tongue.

_Psalm cxvii._


    Fly, like a youthful hart or roe,
    Over the hills where spices grow.



_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79._


    And while the lamp holds out to burn,
    The vilest sinner may return.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88._


    Strange that a harp of thousand strings
    Should keep in tune so long!

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19._


    Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._


    The tall, the wise, the reverend head
    Must lie as low as ours.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63._


    When I can read my title clear
      To mansions in the skies,
    I 'll bid farewell to every fear,
      And wipe my weeping eyes.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65._


    There is a land of pure delight,
      Where saints immortal reign;
    Infinite day excludes the night,
      And pleasures banish pain.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66._


    So, when a raging fever burns,
    We shift from side to side by turns;
    And 't is a poor relief we gain
    To change the place, but keep the pain.

_Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146._


    Were I so tall to reach the pole,
      Or grasp the ocean with my span,
    I must be measured by my soul:
      The mind 's the standard of the man.[303-1]

_Horæ Lyricæ. Book ii. False Greatness._


    To God the Father, God the Son,
    And God the Spirit, Three in One,
    Be honour, praise, and glory given
    By all on earth, and all in heaven.

_Doxology._


FOOTNOTES:

[301-3] See Herbert, page 205.

[303-1] I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is
    the proper judge of the man.--SENECA: _On a Happy Life_
    (L'Estrange's Abstract), _chap. i._

    It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our
    immortal soul.--OVID: _Metamorphoses, xiii._



SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745.

     The balance of power.

_Speech, 1741._


     Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views
     of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended
     patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their
     price."[304-1]

COXE: _Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369._


     Anything but history, for history must be false.

_Walpoliana. No. 141._


     The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future
     favours.[304-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[304-1] "All men have their price" is commonly ascribed to
    Walpole.

[304-2] Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's
    phrase."

    The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving
    greater benefits.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim 298._



VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751.

     I have read somewhere or other,--in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I
     think,--that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[304-3]

_On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2._


     The dignity of history.[304-4]

_On the Study and Use of History. Letter v._


     It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real
     and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows
     Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and
     in his word.[304-5]

_Letter to Mr. Pope._


FOOTNOTES:

[304-3] Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet.
    xi. 2, says: "The contact with manners then is education; and this
    Thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy
    learned from examples."

[304-4] HENRY FIELDING: _Tom Jones, book xi. chap. ii._ HORACE
    WALPOLE: _Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann._ MACAULAY:
    _History of England, vol. i. chap. i._

[304-5]
    Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
    But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.

    POPE: _Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 331._



GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707.

     _Cos._ Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour?

     _Kite._ Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed
     at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never
     feel one another.

_The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1._


     I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly.

_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.[305-1]

_The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 2._


     Necessity, the mother of invention.[305-2]

_The Twin Rivals. Act i._


FOOTNOTES:

[305-1] Leaving his country for his country's sake.--FITZ-GEFFREY:
    _The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213_ (1596).

    True patriots all; for, be it understood,
    We left our country for our country's good.

    GEORGE BARRINGTON: _Prologue written for the opening of the
    Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. New South Wales, p.
    152._

[305-2] Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of
    invention.--RICHARD FRANCK: _Northern Memoirs_ (written in 1658,
    printed in 1694).

    Necessity is the mother of invention.--WYCHERLEY: _Love in a Wood,
    act iii. sc. 3_ (1672).

              Magister artis ingenique largitor
              Venter
    (Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention).

    PERSIUS: _Prolog. line 10._



THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717.

    Still an angel appear to each lover beside,
    But still be a woman to you.

_When thy Beauty appears._


    Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
    Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.

_The Hermit. Line 5._


    We call it only pretty Fanny's way.

_An Elegy to an Old Beauty._


    Let those love now who never loved before;
    Let those who always loved, now love the more.

_Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris._[306-1]


FOOTNOTES:

[306-1] Written in the time of Julius Cæsar, and by some ascribed
    to Catullus:

    Cras amet qui numquam amavit;
    Quique amavit, cras amet

    (Let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who
    has loved, let him love to-morrow).



BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733.

    True as the needle to the pole,
    Or as the dial to the sun.[306-2]

_Song._


FOOTNOTES:

[306-2] See Butler, page 215.



EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765.

    Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 1._


    Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne,
    In rayless majesty, now stretches forth
    Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 18._


    Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse
    Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,--
    An awful pause! prophetic of her end.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23._


    The bell strikes one. We take no note of time
    But from its loss.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 55._


    Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 67._


    To waft a feather or to drown a fly.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 154._


    Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
    Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;
    And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212._


    Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.[306-3]

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 390._


    Procrastination is the thief of time.

_Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393._


    At thirty, man suspects himself a fool;
    Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 417._


    All men think all men mortal but themselves.

_Night thoughts. Night i. Line 424._


    He mourns the dead who lives as they desire.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 24._


    And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 51._


    Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed:
    Who does the best his circumstance allows
    Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 90._


    "I 've lost a day!"--the prince who nobly cried,
    Had been an emperor without his crown.[307-1]

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 99._


    Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself
    Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man!

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 112._


    The spirit walks of every day deceased.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 180._


    Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites,
    Hell threatens.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 292._


    Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 334._


    'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours,
    And ask them what report they bore to heaven.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 376._


                     Thoughts shut up want air,
    And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466._


    How blessings brighten as they take their flight!

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 602._


    The chamber where the good man meets his fate
    Is privileg'd beyond the common walk
    Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633._


    A death-bed 's a detector of the heart.

_Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 641._


    Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes;
    They love a train, they tread each other's heel.[308-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63._


                       Beautiful as sweet,
    And young as beautiful, and soft as young,
    And gay as soft, and innocent as gay!

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81._


    Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay;
    And if in death still lovely, lovelier there;
    Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.[308-2]

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104._


    Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself
    That hideous sight,--a naked human heart.

_Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226._


    The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave,
    The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 10._


    Man makes a death which Nature never made.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 15._


    And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 17._


    Wishing, of all employments, is the worst.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 71._


    Man wants but little, nor that little long.[308-3]

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 118._


    A God all mercy is a God unjust.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 233._


    'T is impious in a good man to be sad.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 676._


    A Christian is the highest style of man.[308-4]

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 788._


    Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die.

_Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 843._


    By night an atheist half believes a God.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 177._


    Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew,
    She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.[308-5]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 600._


    We see time's furrows on another's brow,
    And death intrench'd, preparing his assault;
    How few themselves in that just mirror see!

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627._


                       Like our shadows,
    Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.[309-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661._


    While man is growing, life is in decrease;
    And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
    Our birth is nothing but our death begun.[309-2]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717._


    That life is long which answers life's great end.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 773._


    The man of wisdom is the man of years.

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 775._


    Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.[309-3]

_Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 1011._


    Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps;
    And pyramids are pyramids in vales.
    Each man makes his own stature, builds himself.
    Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids;
    Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall.

_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 309._


    And all may do what has by man been done.

_Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 606._


    The man that blushes is not quite a brute.

_Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 496._


    Too low they build, who build beneath the stars.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 215._


    Prayer ardent opens heaven.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 721._


    A man of pleasure is a man of pains.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 793._


    To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

_Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 1045._


                       Final Ruin fiercely drives
    Her ploughshare o'er creation.[309-4]

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167._


    'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,--
    Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man.

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644._


    An undevout astronomer is mad.

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771._


    The course of Nature is the art of God.[310-1]

_Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267._


    The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art,
    Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51._


    Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote,
    And think they grow immortal as they quote.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89._


    Titles are marks of honest men, and wise;
    The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145._


    They that on glorious ancestors enlarge,
    Produce their debt instead of their discharge.

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147._


    None think the great unhappy but the great.[310-2]

_Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238._


    Unlearned men of books assume the care,
    As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83._


    The booby father craves a booby son,
    And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165._


    Where Nature's end of language is declin'd,
    And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310-3]

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207._


                          Be wise with speed;
    A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

_Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282._


    And waste their music on the savage race.[311-1]

_Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228._


    For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme,
    Nor take her tea without a stratagem.

_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190._


    Think naught a trifle, though it small appear;
    Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
    And trifles life.

_Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208._


    One to destroy is murder by the law,
    And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
    To murder thousands takes a specious name,
    War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55._


    How commentators each dark passage shun,
    And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

_Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97._


    The man that makes a character makes foes.

_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28._


    Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt,
    And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

_To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277._


    Accept a miracle instead of wit,--
    See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

_Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield._


    Time elaborately thrown away.

_The Last Day. Book i._


    There buds the promise of celestial worth.

_The Last Day. Book iii._


    In records that defy the tooth of time.

_The Statesman's Creed._


    Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

_The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Souls made of fire, and children of the sun,
    With whom revenge is virtue.

_The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2._


    The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
    The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

_The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2._


    And friend received with thumps upon the back.[312-1]

_Universal Passion._


FOOTNOTES:

[306-3] See Congreve, page 295.

[307-1] Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper,
    reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out
    into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have
    lost a day!'"--SUETONIUS: _Lives of the Twelve Cæsars_.
    (Translation by Alexander Thomson.)

[308-1] See Shakespeare, page 143.

[308-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272.

[308-3]
    Man wants but little here below,
    Nor wants that little long.

    GOLDSMITH: _The Hermit, stanza 8._

[308-4] See Dryden, page 268.

[308-5] See Dryden, page 270.

[309-1] See Dryden, page 268.

[309-2] See Bishop Hall, page 182.

[309-3] See Quarles, page 203.

[309-4]
    Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
    Full on thy bloom.

    BURNS: _To a Mountain Daisy._

[310-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 218.

[310-2] See Nicholas Rowe, page 301.

[310-3] Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him;
    to promote commerce, and not betray it.--LLOYD: _State Worthies_
    (1665; edited by Whitworth), _vol. i. p. 503._

    Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to
    communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal
    it.--ROBERT SOUTH: _Sermon, April 30, 1676._

    The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to
    conceal them.--GOLDSMITH: _The Bee, No. 3._ (Oct. 20, 1759.)

    Ils ne se servent de la pensée que pour autoriser leurs
    injustices, et emploient les paroles que pour déguiser leurs
    pensées (Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and
    employ speech only to conceal their thoughts).--VOLTAIRE:
    _Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde_ (1766).

    When Harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he
    was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on
    the chance of reclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to
    Talleyrand, in the "Nain Jaune," the phrase, "Speech was given to
    man to disguise his thoughts."--FOURNIER: _L'Esprit dans
    l'Histoire._

[311-1] And waste their sweetness on the desert air.--GRAY:
    _Elegy, stanza 14._ CHURCHILL: _Gotham, book ii. line 20._

[312-1]
    The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
    And proves, by thumping on your back.

    COWPER: _On Friendship._



BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.

    Westward the course of empire takes its way;[312-2]
      The four first acts already past,
    A fifth shall close the drama with the day:
      Time's noblest offspring is the last.

_On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America._


    Our youth we can have but to-day,
    We may always find time to grow old.

_Can Love be controlled by Advice?_[312-3]


     [Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to
     the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but
     not inebriate.[312-4]

_Siris. Par. 217._


FOOTNOTES:

[312-2] See Daniel, page 39.

    Westward the star of empire takes its way.--JOHN QUINCY ADAMS:
    _Oration at Plymouth, 1802._

[312-3] AIKEN: _Vocal Poetry_ (London, 1810).

[312-4]
                           Cups
    That cheer but not inebriate.

    COWPER: _The Task, book iv._



JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740.

    The picture placed the busts between
      Adds to the thought much strength;
    Wisdom and Wit are little seen,
      But Folly 's at full length.

_On Beau Nash's Picture at full length between the Busts of Sir Isaac
Newton and Mr. Pope._[312-5]


FOOTNOTES:

[312-5] DYCE: _Specimens of British Poetesses._ (This epigram is
    generally ascribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets,"
    _note_, p. 521.)



AARON HILL. 1685-1750.

    First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't;
    If she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't.
    But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is,
    Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[313-1]

_Zara. Epilogue._


    Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
      And it stings you for your pains;
    Grasp it like a man of mettle,
      And it soft as silk remains.

    'T is the same with common natures:
      Use 'em kindly, they rebel;
    But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
      And the rogues obey you well.

_Verses written on a window in Scotland._


FOOTNOTES:

[313-1] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on
    the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:--

    Where is the man who has the power and skill
    To stem the torrent of a woman's will?
    For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't;
    And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't.

    _The Examiner, May 31, 1829._



THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.

    Just men, by whom impartial laws were given;
    And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41._


    Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed
    A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45._


    There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high
    The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[313-2]

_On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 81._


    The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

_To a Lady with a Present of Flowers._


    I hear a voice you cannot hear,
      Which says I must not stay;
    I see a hand you cannot see,
      Which beckons me away.

_Colin and Lucy._


FOOTNOTES:

[313-2] He who should teach men to die, would at the same time
    teach them to live.--MONTAIGNE: _Essays, book i. chap. ix._

    I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to
    live; and I will show you in a very short time how to
    die.--SANDYS: _Anglorum Speculum, p. 903._

          Teach him how to live,
    And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

    PORTEUS: _Death, line 316._


    He taught them how to live and how to die.--SOMERVILLE: _In Memory
    of the Rev. Mr. Moore._



SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765.

    Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
    Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,--
    Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
    Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
    There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie,
    And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.

_Boulter's Monument._


    Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[314-1]

_Boulter's Monument._


FOOTNOTES:

[314-1] See Herbert, page 206.



ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.

    Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
    To low ambition and the pride of kings.
    Let us (since life can little more supply
    Than just to look about us, and to die)
    Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man;
    A mighty maze! but not without a plan.[314-2]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1._


    Together let us beat this ample field,
    Try what the open, what the covert yield.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9._


    Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
    And catch the manners living as they rise;
    Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
    But vindicate the ways of God to man.[315-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13._


    Say first, of God above or man below,
    What can we reason but from what we know?

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17._


    'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60._


    Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate,
    All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77._


    Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food,
    And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83._


    Who sees with equal eye, as God of all,
    A hero perish or a sparrow fall,
    Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd,
    And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87._


    Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
    Man never is, but always to be blest.[315-2]
    The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
    Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95._


    Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
    Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
    His soul proud Science never taught to stray
    Far as the solar walk or milky way.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99._


    But thinks, admitted to that equal sky,
    His faithful dog shall bear him company.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111._


    In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;
    All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
    Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes:
    Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
    Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell,
    Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123._


    Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise;
    My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[316-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139._


    Why has not man a microscopic eye?
    For this plain reason,--man is not a fly.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 193._


    Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200._


    The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine!
    Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[316-2]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217._


    Remembrance and reflection how allied!
    What thin partitions sense from thought divide![316-3]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 225._


    All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
    Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 267._


    Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze,
    Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271._


    As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns
    As the rapt seraph that adores and burns:
    To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;[316-4]
    He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277._


    All nature is but art, unknown to thee;
    All chance, direction, which thou canst not see;
    All discord, harmony not understood;
    All partial evil, universal good;
    And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
    One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316-5]

_Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289._


    Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
    The proper study of mankind is man.[317-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1._


    Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
    Still by himself abused or disabused;
    Created half to rise, and half to fall;
    Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
    Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,--
    The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[317-2]

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13._


    Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot,
    To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63._


    In lazy apathy let stoics boast
    Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost;
    Contracted all, retiring to the breast;
    But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101._


    On life's vast ocean diversely we sail,
    Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107._


    And hence one master-passion in the breast,
    Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 131._


    The young disease, that must subdue at length,
    Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135._


    Extremes in nature equal ends produce;
    In man they join to some mysterious use.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 205._


    Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,
    As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317-3]
    Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face,
    We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217._


    Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed;
    In Scotland at the Orcades; and there,
    At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222._


    Virtuous and vicious every man must be,--
    Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 231._


    Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die.
    Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law,
    Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw;
    Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight,
    A little louder, but as empty quite;
    Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage,
    And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age.
    Pleased with this bauble still, as that before,
    Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

_Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 274._


    While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!"
    "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.[318-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 45._


    Learn of the little nautilus to sail,
    Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177._


    The enormous faith of many made for one.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 242._


    For forms of government let fools contest;
    Whate'er is best administer'd is best.
    For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
    His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318-2]
    In faith and hope the world will disagree,
    But all mankind's concern is charity.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 303._


    O happiness! our being's end and aim!
    Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name:
    That something still which prompts the eternal sigh,
    For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1._


    Order is Heaven's first law.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49._


    Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,
    Lie in three words,--health, peace, and competence.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 79._


    The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 168._


    Honour and shame from no condition rise;
    Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193._


    Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
    The rest is all but leather or prunello.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203._


    What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards?
    Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215._


    A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod;
    An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247._


    Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart.
    One self-approving hour whole years outweighs
    Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas;
    And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels
    Than Cæsar with a senate at his heels.
    In parts superior what advantage lies?
    Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise?
    'T is but to know how little can be known;
    To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254._


    Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
    All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261._


    If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd,
    The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind!
    Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[319-2]
    See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![319-3]

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281._


    Know then this truth (enough for man to know),--
    "Virtue alone is happiness below."

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 309._


    Never elated when one man 's oppress'd;
    Never dejected while another 's bless'd.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323._


    Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
    But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.[320-1]

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331._


    Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer
    From grave to gay, from lively to severe.[320-2]

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 379._


    Say, shall my little bark attendant sail,
    Pursue the triumph and partake the gale?

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 385._


    Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 390._


    That virtue only makes our bliss below,[320-3]
    And all our knowledge is ourselves to know.

_Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 397._


    To observations which ourselves we make,
    We grow more partial for th' observer's sake.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11._


    Like following life through creatures you dissect,
    You lose it in the moment you detect.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 20._


    In vain sedate reflections we would make
    When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 39._


    Not always actions show the man; we find
    Who does a kindness is not therefore kind.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 109._


    Who combats bravely is not therefore brave,
    He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave:
    Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,--
    His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 115._


    'T is from high life high characters are drawn;
    A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 135._


    'T is education forms the common mind:
    Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 149._


    Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes,
    Tenets with books, and principles with times.[321-1]

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172._


    "Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke,"
    Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 246._


    And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath
    Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death.

_Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 262._


    Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it,
    If folly grow romantic, I must paint it.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 15._


    Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it
    Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 19._


    Fine by defect, and delicately weak.[321-2]

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 43._


    With too much quickness ever to be taught;
    With too much thinking to have common thought.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97._


    Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer,
    Childless with all her children, wants an heir;
    To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store,
    Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147._


    Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,
    Content to dwell in decencies forever.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 163._


    Men, some to business, some to pleasure take;
    But every woman is at heart a rake.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 215._


    See how the world its veterans rewards!
    A youth of frolics, an old age of cards.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 243._


    Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray
    Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day!

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257._


    Most women have no characters at all.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 2._


    She who ne'er answers till a husband cools,
    Or if she rules him, never shows she rules.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 261._


    And mistress of herself though china fall.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 268._


    Woman 's at best a contradiction still.

_Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 270._


    Who shall decide when doctors disagree,
    And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 1._


    Blest paper-credit! last and best supply!
    That lends corruption lighter wings to fly.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 39._


    _P._ What riches give us let us then inquire:
    Meat, fire, and clothes. _B._ What more?
    _P._ Meat, fine clothes, and fire.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 79._


    But thousands die without or this or that,--
    Die, and endow a college or a cat.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 95._


    The ruling passion, be it what it will,
    The ruling passion conquers reason still.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 153._


    Extremes in Nature equal good produce;
    Extremes in man concur to general use.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 161._


    Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 250._


    Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.[322-1]

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 282._


    Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
    Will never mark the marble with his name.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 285._


    In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 299._


    Where London's column, pointing at the skies,
    Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 339._


    Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven,
    And though no science, fairly worth the seven.

_Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43._


    To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite,
    Who never mentions hell to ears polite.[322-2]

_Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149._


    Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
    In action faithful, and in honour clear;
    Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
    Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.

_Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line 67._


    'T is with our judgments as our watches,--none
    Go just alike, yet each believes his own.[323-1]

_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9._


    One science only will one genius fit:
    So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60._


    From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part,
    And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.

_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 152._


    Those oft are stratagems which errors seem,
    Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.[323-2]

_Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 177._


    Of all the causes which conspire to blind
    Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;
    What the weak head with strongest bias rules,--
    Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 1._


    A little learning is a dangerous thing;[323-3]
    Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
    There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
    And drinking largely sobers us again.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 15._


    Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise!

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 32._


    Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,
    Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.[323-4]

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 53._


    True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd,
    What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97._


    Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
    Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109._


    Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style,
    Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 126._


    In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold,
    Alike fantastic if too new or old:
    Be not the first by whom the new are tried,
    Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133._


                         Some to church repair,
    Not for the doctrine, but the music there.
    These equal syllables alone require,
    Though oft the ear the open vowels tire;
    While expletives their feeble aid to join,
    And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142._


    A needless Alexandrine ends the song,
    That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156._


    True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
    As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance.
    'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,--
    The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162._


    Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows,
    And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows;
    But when loud surges lash the sounding shore,
    The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar.
    When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
    The line too labours, and the words move slow:
    Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain,
    Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 166._


    Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move;
    For fools admire, but men of sense approve.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 190._


    But let a lord once own the happy lines,
    How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 220._


    Envy will merit as its shade pursue,
    But like a shadow proves the substance true.



_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 266._


    To err is human, to forgive divine.[325-1]

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325._


    All seems infected that th' infected spy,
    As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.

_Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 358._


    And make each day a critic on the last.

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 12._


    Men must be taught as if you taught them not,
    And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15._


    The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read,
    With loads of learned lumber in his head.

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 53._


          Most authors steal their works, or buy;
    Garth did not write his own Dispensary.

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 59._


    For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[325-2]

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 66._


    Led by the light of the Mæonian star.

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 89._


    Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view,
    The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[325-3]

_Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 180._


    What dire offence from amorous causes springs!
    What mighty contests rise from trivial things!

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1._


    And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 134._


    On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore
    Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7._


    If to her share some female errors fall,
    Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17._


    Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare,
    And beauty draws us with a single hair.[326-1]

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27._


    Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,
    Dost sometimes counsel take--and sometimes tea.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 7._


    At every word a reputation dies.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 16._


    The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
    And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21._


    Coffee, which makes the politician wise,
    And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117._


    The meeting points the sacred hair dissever
    From the fair head, forever, and forever!

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153._


    Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain,
    And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123._


    Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

_The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34._


    Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said;
    Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1._


    Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
    They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5._


    E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12._


    Is there a parson much bemused in beer,
    A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer,
    A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross,
    Who pens a stanza when he should engross?

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15._


    Friend to my life, which did not you prolong,
    The world had wanted many an idle song.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27._


    Obliged by hunger and request of friends.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44._


    Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it,
    And shame the fools."

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61._


    No creature smarts so little as a fool.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84._


    Destroy his fib or sophistry--in vain!
    The creature 's at his dirty work again.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91._


    As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame,
    I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127._


    Pretty! in amber to observe the forms
    Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327-1]
    The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare,
    But wonder how the devil they got there.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169._


    Means not, but blunders round about a meaning;
    And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad,
    It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186._


    Should such a man, too fond to rule alone,
    Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327-2]

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197._


    Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer,
    And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327-3]
    Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike,
    Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201._


                          By flatterers besieg'd,
    And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd;
    Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327-4]
    And sit attentive to his own applause.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207._


    Who but must laugh, if such a man there be?
    Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213._


    "On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327-5]

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218._


    Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow,
    That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283._


    Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?
    Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307._


    Eternal smiles his emptiness betray,
    As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315._


    Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333._


    That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long,
    But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328-1]

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340._


    Me let the tender office long engage
    To rock the cradle of reposing age;
    With lenient arts extend a mother's breath,
    Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death;
    Explore the thought, explain the asking eye,
    And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

_Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408._


    Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6._


    Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet
    To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69._


    But touch me, and no minister so sore;
    Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time
    Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
    Sacred to ridicule his whole life long,
    And the sad burden of some merry song.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76._


    Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110._


    There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl,
    The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127._


    For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,
    Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328-2]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159._


    Give me again my hollow tree,
    A crust of bread, and liberty.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220._


    Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue
i. Line 136._


    To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue
ii. Line 73._


    When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38._


    He 's armed without that 's innocent within.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94._


    Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;
    If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103._


    Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26._


    Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35._


    The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108._


    One simile that solitary shines
    In the dry desert of a thousand lines.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111._


    Then marble soften'd into life grew warm,
    And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329-3]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147._


    Who says in verse what others say in prose.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202._


    Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join
    The varying verse, the full resounding line,
    The long majestic march, and energy divine.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267._


    E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot
    The last and greatest art,--the art to blot.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280._


    Who pants for glory finds but short repose:
    A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329-4]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300._


    There still remains to mortify a wit
    The many-headed monster of the pit.[329-5]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304._


    Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330-1]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413._


    Years following years steal something every day;
    At last they steal us from ourselves away.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72._


    The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85._


    Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168._


    Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words,
    So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330-2]

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr.
Murray._


    Vain was the chief's the sage's pride!
    They had no poet, and they died.

_Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9._


    Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night:
    God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light.

_Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton._


    Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time,
    And make two lovers happy.

_Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi._


    O thou! whatever title please thine ear,
    Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver!
    Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air,
    Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19._


    Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale,
    Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs,
    And solid pudding against empty praise.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 52._


    Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er,
    But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89._


    While pensive poets painful vigils keep,
    Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 93._


    Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll,
    In pleasing memory of all he stole.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 127._


    Or where the pictures for the page atone,
    And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 139._


    How index-learning turns no student pale,
    Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.

_The Dunciad. Book i. Line 279._


    And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.

_The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34._


    Another, yet the same.[331-1]

_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 90._


    Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn,
    And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.

_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 109._


    All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[331-2]

_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 158._


    Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls,
    And makes night hideous;[331-3]--answer him, ye owls!

_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 165._


    And proud his mistress' order to perform,
    Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[331-4]

_The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 263._


    A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[331-5]

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 90._


    How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169._


    The right divine of kings to govern wrong.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188._


                           Stuff the head
    With all such reading as was never read:
    For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it,
    And write about it, goddess, and about it.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249._


    To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines,
    Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301._


    Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round,
    And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311._


    Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318._


    Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair,
    And heard thy everlasting yawn confess
    The pains and penalties of idleness.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342._


    E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.

_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614._


    Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires,
    And unawares Morality expires.
    Nor public flame nor private dares to shine;
    Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!
    Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd,
    Light dies before thy uncreating word;
    Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall,
    And universal darkness buries all.



_The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649._


    Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
    Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51._


    Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
    And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57._


    And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66._


    Curse on all laws but those which love has made!
    Love, free as air at sight of human ties,
    Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74._


    And love the offender, yet detest the offence.[333-1]

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192._


    How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
    The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207._


    One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;
    Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[333-2]

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273._


    See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll,
    Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.

_Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323._


    He best can paint them who shall feel them most.[333-3]

_Eloisa to Abelard. Last line._


    Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd,
    But as the world, harmoniously confus'd,
    Where order in variety we see,
    And where, though all things differ, all agree.

_Windsor Forest. Line 13._


    A mighty hunter, and his prey was man.

_Windsor Forest. Line 61._


    From old Belerium to the northern main.

_Windsor Forest. Line 316._


    Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call;
    She comes unlooked for if she comes at all.

_The Temple of Fame. Line 513._


    Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown;
    O grant an honest fame, or grant me none!

_The Temple of Fame. Last line._


    I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
    Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?

_On the Collar of a Dog._


    There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell:
    We thrive at Westminster on fools like you;
    'T was a fat oyster,--live in peace,--adieu.[334-1]

_Verbatim from Boileau._


    Father of all! in every age,
      In every clime adored,
    By saint, by savage, and by sage,
      Jehovah, Jove, or Lord.

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1._


    Thou great First Cause, least understood.

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 2._


    And binding Nature fast in fate,
      Left free the human will.

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 3._


    And deal damnation round the land.

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 7._


    Teach me to feel another's woe,
      To hide the fault I see;
    That mercy I to others show,
      That mercy show to me.[334-2]

_The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10._


    Happy the man whose wish and care
      A few paternal acres bound.

_Ode on Solitude._


    Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
      Thus unlamented let me die;
    Steal from the world, and not a stone
      Tell where I lie.

_Ode on Solitude._


    Vital spark of heavenly flame!
    Quit, O quit this mortal frame!

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._


    Hark! they whisper; angels say,
    Sister spirit, come away!

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._


    Tell me, my soul, can this be death?

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._


    Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
    O grave! where is thy victory?
    O death! where is thy sting?

_The Dying Christian to his Soul._


    What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade
    Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335-1]

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1._


    Is there no bright reversion in the sky
    For those who greatly think, or bravely die?

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9._


    The glorious fault of angels and of gods.

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14._


    So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow
    For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335-2]

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45._


    By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
    By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
    By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd,
    By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51._


    And bear about the mockery of woe
    To midnight dances and the public show.

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57._


    How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not,
    To whom related, or by whom begot;
    A heap of dust alone remains of thee:
    'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

_To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71._


    Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung,
    Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue.

_Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford._


    Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
    Or gave his father grief but when he died.

_Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt._


    The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.

_Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet._


    Of manners gentle, of affections mild;
    In wit a man, simplicity a child.[335-3]

_Epitaph on Gay._


    A brave man struggling in the storms of fate,
    And greatly falling with a falling state.
    While Cato gives his little senate laws,
    What bosom beats not in his country's cause?

_Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato._


    The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole
    Can never be a mouse of any soul.[336-1]

_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298._


    Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies,
    And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise.

_The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 369._


    You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come;
    Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[336-2]

_Epigram._


    For he lives twice who can at once employ
    The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[336-3]

_Imitation of Martial._


    Who dared to love their country, and be poor.

_On his Grotto at Twickenham._


    Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.[336-4]

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._


     I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's
     misfortunes perfectly like a Christian.

_Thoughts on Various Subjects._


    Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring
    Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1._


    The distant Trojans never injur'd me.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200._


    Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332._


    Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,--
    The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 684._


    And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[337-1]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 771._


    Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ii. Line 970._


    Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage,
    But wise through time, and narrative with age,
    In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,--
    A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 199._


    She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208._


    Ajax the great . . .
    Himself a host.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 293._


    Plough the watery deep.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 357._


    The day shall come, that great avenging day
    Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay,
    When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall,
    And one prodigious ruin swallow all.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 196._


    First in the fight and every graceful deed.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 295._


    The first in banquets, but the last in fight.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 401._


    Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 451._


    With all its beauteous honours on its head.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 557._


    A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 16._


    Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,--
    Such men as live in these degenerate days.[337-2]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 371._


    Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999._


    He held his seat,--a friend to human race.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 18._


    Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
    Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;[338-1]
    Another race the following spring supplies:
    They fall successive, and successive rise.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181._


    Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 330._


    If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 350._


    'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 427._


    The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 467._


    Yet while my Hector still survives, I see
    My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 544._


    Andromache! my soul's far better part.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 624._


    He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 143._


    Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend;
    And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 364._


    I war not with the dead.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 485._


    Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn,
    Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1._


    As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain,
    Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,--
    So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest
    Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 371._


    Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
    My heart detests him as the gates of hell.[338-2]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 412._


    Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold:
    Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold,
    Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway,
    Can bribe the poor possession of a day.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524._


    Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 535._


    Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
    Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 628._


    A generous friendship no cold medium knows,
    Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 725._


    To labour is the lot of man below;
    And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 78._


    Content to follow when we lead the way.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 141._


    He serves me most who serves his country best.[339-1]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 201._


    Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe,
    Are lost on hearers that our merits know.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 293._


    The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xi. Line 394._


    Without a sign his sword the brave man draws,
    And asks no omen but his country's cause.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 283._


    The life which others pay let us bestow,
    And give to fame what we to nature owe.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 393._


    And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 106._


    The best of things beyond their measure cloy.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 795._


    To hide their ignominious heads in Troy.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 170._


    Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs,
    Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 251._


    Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 157._


    And for our country 't is a bliss to die.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 583._


    Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 852._


    Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.[340-1]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvi. Line 267._


    Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore;
    Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 730._


    The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 756._


    In death a hero, as in life a friend!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 758._


    Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train,
    Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 103._


    I live an idle burden to the ground.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134._


    Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 303._


    Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,--
    For thee, that ever felt another's woe!

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 319._


    Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 127._


    The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair.[340-2]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 278._


                  'T is fortune gives us birth,
    But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 290._


        Our business in the field of fight
    Is not to question, but to prove our might.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 304._


    A mass enormous! which in modern days
    No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.[341-1]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337._


    The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85._


    Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 100._


    This, this is misery! the last, the worst
    That man can feel.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 106._


    No season now for calm familiar talk.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 169._


    Jove lifts the golden balances that show
    The fates of mortal men, and things below.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 271._


    Achilles absent was Achilles still.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 418._


    Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 422._


    Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies![341-2]

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 484._


    Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
    In all the raging impotence of woe.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 526._


    Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 543._


    'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains
    Part of himself: the immortal mind remains.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 122._


    Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368._


    It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,[341-3]
    And to be swift is less than to be wise.
    'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383._


    A green old age,[341-4] unconscious of decays,
    That proves the hero born in better days.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 929._


    Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,--
    The source of evil one, and one of good.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 663._


    The mildest manners with the bravest mind.

_The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 963._


                       Fly, dotard, fly!
    With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 207._


    And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 312._


                       Few sons attain the praise
    Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 315._


    For never, never, wicked man was wise.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 320._


    Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
    And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 25._


    The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 117._


    A faultless body and a blameless mind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 138._


    The long historian of my country's woes.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 142._


    Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
    With ease can save each object of his love;
    Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285._


    When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
    With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 516._


    These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 118._


    Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 229._


    There with commutual zeal we both had strove
    In acts of dear benevolence and love:
    Brothers in peace, not rivals in command.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 241._


    The glory of a firm, capacious mind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 262._


    Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 372._


    The leader, mingling with the vulgar host,
    Is in the common mass of matter lost.



_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 397._


                O thou, whose certain eye foresees
    The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627._


    Forget the brother, and resume the man.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 732._


    Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 917._


    The people's parent, he protected all.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 921._


    The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 936._


    The windy satisfaction of the tongue.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 1092._


    Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
    For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 572._


    The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 596._


    A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 22._


    Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales,
    And the good suffers while the bad prevails.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 229._


    By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
    And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 247._


    A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 67._


    To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest;
    In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 95._


                             Oh, pity human woe!
    'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 198._


    Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 210._


    For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
    And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 263._


    In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 379._


                           And every eye
    Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 17._


    Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.



_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 192._


    And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.[344-1]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366._


                            Behold on wrong
    Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 367._


    A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 432._


    Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed
    The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,--
    A theme of future song!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 631._


    Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 20._


    Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 28._


    Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 106._


    Respect us human, and relieve us poor.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 318._


    Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 29._


                 Our fruitless labours mourn,
    And only rich in barren fame return.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 46._


    No more was seen the human form divine.[344-2]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 278._


    And not a man appears to tell their fate.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 308._


    Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
    The turns of all thy future fate display.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 642._


    Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 662._


    Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 48._


    Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 153._


    Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood;
    On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.[344-3]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 387._


    The first in glory, as the first in place.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 441._


    Soft as some song divine thy story flows.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458._


    Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind
    Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.[345-1]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 531._


                      What mighty woes
    To thy imperial race from woman rose!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 541._


    But sure the eye of time beholds no name
    So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 591._


    And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 722._


    Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 736._


    There in the bright assemblies of the skies.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 745._


    Gloomy as night he stands.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 749._


    All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 31._


    And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.[345-2]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 538._


    He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear
    His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 1._


    His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 38._


    And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind,
    The last and hardest conquest of the mind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 353._


    How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 375._


                             It never was our guise
    To slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 65._


    The sex is ever to a soldier kind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 246._


    Far from gay cities and the ways of men.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 410._


    And wine can of their wits the wise beguile,
    Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520._


    Who love too much, hate in the like extreme,
    And both the golden mean alike condemn.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79._


    True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,--
    Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.[346-1]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83._


    For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 429._


    Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 433._


                          And taste
    The melancholy joy of evils past:
    For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 434._


    For love deceives the best of womankind.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 463._


    And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvi. Line 448._


                              Whatever day
    Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 392._


    In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
    And poverty stood smiling in my sight.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 505._


    Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise
    Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.[346-2]

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 576._


    Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow;
    And what man gives, the gods by man bestow.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 26._


    Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
    For others' good, and melt at others' woe.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 269._


    A winy vapour melting in a tear.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 143._


    But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
    Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 383._


    The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 254._


    Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 461._


    Dogs, ye have had your day!

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41._


    For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
    Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
    The genuine seeds of poesy are sown.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 382._


    So ends the bloody business of the day.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 516._


    And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell,
    In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 19._


    The ruins of himself! now worn away
    With age, yet still majestic in decay.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 271._


    And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.

_The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 557._


     Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be
     disappointed.[347-1]

_Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727._


    This is the Jew
    That Shakespeare drew.[347-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[314-2] See Milton, page 223.

    There is no theme more plentiful to scan
    Than is the glorious goodly frame of man.

    DU BARTAS: _Days and Weeks, third day._

[315-1] See Milton, page 242.

[315-2] Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always
    disposing ourselves to be happy.--PASCAL: _Thoughts, chap. v. 2._

[316-1] All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the
    earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have
    their influence upon me.--MONTAIGNE: _Apology for Raimond Sebond._

[316-2] See Sir John Davies, page 176.

[316-3] See Dryden, page 267.

[316-4] There is no great and no small.--EMERSON: _Epigraph to
    History._

[316-5] See Dryden, page 276.

[317-1] La vray science et le vray étude de l'homme c'est l'homme
    (The true science and the true study of man is man).--CHARRON: _De
    la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1._

    Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.--PLATO:
    _Phædrus._

[317-2] What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a
    monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a
    prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth,
    depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the
    glory and the shame of the universe.--PASCAL: _Thoughts, chap. x._

[317-3] See Dryden, page 269.

[318-1] Why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that
    yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling
    of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?--MONTAIGNE:
    _Apology for Raimond Sebond._

[318-2] See Cowley, page 260.

[319-1] See Fletcher, page 183.

[319-2] See Cowley, page 262.

[319-3]
    May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
    And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

    SAVAGE: _Character of Foster._

[320-1] See Bolingbroke, page 304.

[320-2] See Dryden, page 273.

[320-3] 'T is virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.--COLLINS:
    _Oriental Eclogues, i. line 5._

[321-1] Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things
    change, and we change with them).--MATTHAIS BORBONIUS: _Deliciæ
    Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685._

[321-2] See Prior, page 287.

[322-1] See Milton, page 231.

[322-2] See Brown, page 287.

[323-1] See Suckling, page 256.

[323-2] Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer
    sometimes nods).--HORACE: _De Arte Poetica, 359._

[323-3] See Bacon, page 166.

[323-4] See Suckling, page 257.

[325-1]
    Then gently scan your brother man,
      Still gentler sister woman;
    Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
      To step aside is human.

    BURNS: _Address to the Unco Guid._

[325-2] See Shakespeare, page 96.

[325-3] Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the
    unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). This
    Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared
    for the first time as an epigraph to President Hénault's "Abrégé
    Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this
    work Hénault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of
    this couplet.

[326-1] See Burton, page 191.

[327-1] See Bacon, page 168.

[327-2] See Denham, page 258.

[327-3]
    When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises;
    Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises:
    So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises.

    P. FLETCHER: _The Purple Island, canto vii._

[327-4] See page 336.

[327-5] See Sternhold, page 23.

[328-1] See Spenser, page 27.

[328-2] This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey,
    book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going."

[329-1] See Ben Jonson, page 177.

[329-2] See Dryden, page 267.

[329-3]
    The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm;
    The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

    GOLDSMITH: _The Traveller, line 137._

[329-4] A breath can make them as a breath has made.--GOLDSMITH:
    _The Deserted Village, line 54._

[329-5] See Sidney, page 34.

[330-1] This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated
    Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry,"
    vol. iii. p. 118.

    The following epigram is from "The Grove," London, 1721:--

     When one good line did much my wonder raise,
     In Br--st's works, I stood resolved to praise,
     And had, but that the modest author cries,
    "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."

    _On a certain line of Mr. Br----, Author of a Copy of Verses
    called the British Beauties._

[330-2] See Cibber, page 297.

[331-1] Another, yet the same.--TICKELL: _From a Lady in England._
    JOHNSON: _Life of Dryden._ DARWIN: _Botanic Garden, part i. canto
    iv. line 380._ WORDSWORTH: _The Excursion, Book ix._ SCOTT: _The
    Abbot, chap. i._ HORACE: _carmen secundum, line 10._

[331-2]
    May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
    And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

    SAVAGE: _Character of Foster._

[331-3] See Shakespeare, page 131.

[331-4] See Addison, page 299.

[331-5] See Shakespeare, page 93.

    This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits;
    but I find he is only a wit among lords.--JOHNSON (_Boswell's
    Life_): _vol. ii. ch. i._

    A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.--COWPER: _Conversation,
    line 298._

    Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could
    claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.--WALTER
    SCOTT: _Life of Napoleon._

    He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among
    rakes.--MACAULAY: _Review of Aikin's Life of Addison._

    Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of
    letters among men of the world.--MACAULAY: _Review of Life and
    Writings of Sir William Temple._

    Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius
    himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition
    of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle
    erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the
    learned).

    Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those
    who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem
    foolish).--QUINTILIAN, _x. 7. 22._

[333-1] See Dryden, page 273.

[333-2] Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.--EDMUND
    SMITH: _Phædra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1._

[333-3] See Addison, page 300.

[334-1]
    "Tenez voilà," dit-elle, "à chacun une écaille,
    Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais;
    Messieurs, l'huître étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix."

    BOILEAU: _Epître ii._ (_à M. l' Abbé des Roches_).

[334-2] See Spenser, page 29.

[335-1] See Ben Jonson, page 180.

[335-2] See page 346.

[335-3] See Dryden, page 270.

[336-1] See Chaucer, page 4. Herbert, page 206.

[336-2]
    His wit invites you by his looks to come,
    But when you knock, it never is at home.

    COWPER: _Conversation, line 303._

[336-3]
    Ampliat ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est
    Vivere bis vita posse priore frui

    (The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past
    life is to live twice).--MARTIAL: _x. 237._

    See Cowley, page 262.

[336-4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally
    printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736
    Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the _Thought on
    Various Subjects_), at the end of the second volume, was wholly
    mine. January, 1734."

[337-1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey,
    book viii. line 366.

[337-2]
    A mass enormous! which in modern days
    No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

    _Book xx. line 337._

[338-1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and
    some grow.--_Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18._

[338-2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the
    translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.

[339-1] He serves his party best who serves the country
    best.--RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: _Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877._

[340-1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.--DIOGENES
    LAERTIUS: _On Aristotle._

    Two souls with but a single thought,
    Two hearts that beat as one.

    BELLINGHAUSEN: _Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii._

[340-2] Divinely fair.--TENNYSON: _A Dream of Fair Women, xxii._

[341-1] See page 337.

[341-2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.--SCOTT: _Lay of the Last
    Minstrel._

    Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.--BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto
    iv. stanza 179._

[341-3] See Middleton, page 172.

[341-4] See Dryden, page 276.

[344-1] See page 337.

[344-2] Human face divine.--MILTON: _Paradise Lost, book iii. line
    44._

[344-3] Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus
    tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.--OVID: _Metamorphoses i._

[345-1] See Otway, page 280.

[345-2] See Shakespeare, page 79.

[346-1] See page 328.

[346-2] Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some
    have entertained angels unawares.--_Hebrews xiii. 2._

[347-1] Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of
    Pope, vol. x. page 184).

[347-2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his
    fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of
    Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly
    struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily,
    exclaimed,--

    "This is the Jew
     That Shakespeare drew!"

    It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he
    meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord
    Lansdowne.--_Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469._



JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.

    'T was when the sea was roaring
    With hollow blasts of wind,
    A damsel lay deploring,
    All on a rock reclin'd.

_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8._


    So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,--
    The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348-1]

_The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9._


    'T is woman that seduces all mankind;
    By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Over the hills and far away.[348-2]

_The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1._


    If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares,
    The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.

_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.

_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    How happy could I be with either,
    Were t' other dear charmer away!

_The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met,
    The judges all ranged,--a terrible show!

_The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._


    Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.

_Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan._


    Remote from cities liv'd a swain,
    Unvex'd with all the cares of gain;
    His head was silver'd o'er with age,
    And long experience made him sage.

_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._


    Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil
    O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348-3]

_Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher._


    Where yet was ever found a mother
    Who 'd give her booby for another?

_Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy._


    No author ever spar'd a brother.

_Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller._


    Lest men suspect your tale untrue,
    Keep probability in view.

_Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody._


    In ev'ry age and clime we see
    Two of a trade can never agree.[349-1]

_Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats._


    Is there no hope? the sick man said;
    The silent doctor shook his head.

_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._


    While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349-2]

_Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel._


    Those who in quarrels interpose
    Must often wipe a bloody nose.

_Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs._


    That raven on yon left-hand oak
    (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!)
      Bodes me no good.[349-3]

_Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven._


    And when a lady 's in the case,
    You know all other things give place.

_Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends._


    Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,
    A mind serene for contemplation:
    Title and profit I resign;
    The post of honour shall be mine.[349-4]

_Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds._


    From wine what sudden friendship springs!

_Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur._


    Life is a jest, and all things show it;
    I thought so once, but now I know it.

_My own Epitaph._


FOOTNOTES:

[348-1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows,
    or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de
    Rabelais,"--that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is
    uneasy or melancholy.--_Life of Rabelais_ (Bohn's edition), _p.
    13._

[348-2] O'er the hills and far away.--D'URFEY: _Pills to purge
    Melancholy_ (1628-1723).

[348-3] "Midnight oil,"--a common phrase, used by Quarles,
    Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others.

[349-1] Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman;
    and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against
    poet.--HESIOD: _Works and Days, 24._

    Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the
    potter).--BOHN: _Handbook of Proverbs._

    MURPHY: _The Apprentice, act iii._

[349-2] Elpides en zôoisin, anelpistoi de thanontes (For the
    living there is hope, but for the dead there is
    none.)--THEOCRITUS: _Idyl iv. 42._

    Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life,
    there is hope).--CICERO: _Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10._

[349-3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now
    croaking on my left hand.--PLAUTUS: _Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3._

[349-4] See Addison, page 298.



LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762.

    Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,--
    In part she is to blame that has been tried:
    He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350-1]

_The Lady's Resolve._


    And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350-2]

_The Lover._


    Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet;
    In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.

_A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice._


    Satire should, like a polished razor keen,
    Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.

_To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii._


    But the fruit that can fall without shaking
      Indeed is too mellow for me.

_The Answer._


FOOTNOTES:

[350-1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu,
    after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.

[350-2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?--BYRON:
    _Note to a Second Letter on Bowles._



CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.

     The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face
     while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is
     of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

_Love à la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350-3]

_The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2._


FOOTNOTES:

[350-3] See Bunyan, page 265.



JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.

    God bless the King,--I mean the faith's defender!
    God bless--no harm in blessing--the Pretender!
    But who pretender is, or who is king,--
    God bless us all!--that 's quite another thing.

_To an Officer of the Army, extempore._


    Take time enough: all other graces
    Will soon fill up their proper places.[351-1]

_Advice to Preach Slow._


    Some say, compar'd to Bononcini,
    That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny;
    Others aver that he to Handel
    Is scarcely fit to hold a candle.
    Strange all this difference should be
    'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

_On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini._[351-2]


    As clear as a whistle.

_Epistle to Lloyd. I._


    The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351-3]

_Epistle to a Friend._


    Bone and Skin, two millers thin,
      Would starve us all, or near it;
    But be it known to Skin and Bone
      That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

_Epigram on Two Monopolists._


    Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow,
    Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.

_Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of
Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton._


FOOTNOTES:

[351-1] See Walker, page 265.

[351-2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and
    Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.--_Byrom's Remains_
    (Chetham Soc.), _vol. i. p. 173._

    The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see
    Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).

[351-3] See Middleton, page 172.



LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744.

    None but himself can be his parallel.[352-1]

_The Double Falsehood._


FOOTNOTES:

[352-1]
              Quæris Alcidæ parem?
    Nemo est nisi ipse

    (Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself).--SENECA:
    _Hercules Furens, i. 1; 84._

    And but herself admits no parallel.--MASSINGER: _Duke of Milan,
    act iv. sc. 3._



JAMES BRAMSTON. ---- -1744.

    What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand?
    Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand?

_Art of Politics._


    But Titus said, with his uncommon sense,
    When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense:
    "I hear a lion in the lobby roar;
    Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door
    And keep him there, or shall we let him in
    To try if we can turn him out again?"[352-2]

_Art of Politics._


    So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat,
    While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.

_Man of Taste._


FOOTNOTES:

[352-2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the
    frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust
    expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as
    if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him
    in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him
    out.--_On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681._



EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773.

     Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.

_Letter, March 10, 1746._


     I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352-3] who used to
     say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of
     themselves."

_Letter, Nov. 6, 1747._


     Sacrifice to the Graces.[353-1]

_Letter, March 9, 1748._


     Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the
     world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a
     closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.

_Letter, July 1, 1748._


     Style is the dress of thoughts.

_Letter, Nov. 24, 1749._


     Despatch is the soul of business.

_Letter, Feb. 5, 1750._


     Chapter of accidents.[353-2]

_Letter, Feb. 16, 1753._


     I assisted at the birth of that most significant word
     "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the
     world.

_The World. No. 101._


    Unlike my subject now shall be my song;
    It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.

_Impromptu Lines._


    The dews of the evening most carefully shun,--
    Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

_Advice to a Lady in Autumn._


     The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into
     insignificancy and an earldom.

_Character of Pulteney._


     He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the
     most splendid eloquence.[353-3]

_Character of Bolingbroke._


FOOTNOTES:

[352-3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of
    King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.

[353-1] Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to
    the Graces."--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2._

    Let us sacrifice to the Muses.--PLUTARCH: _The Banquet of the
    Seven Wise Men._ (A saying of Solon.)

[353-2] Chapter of accidents.--BURKE: _Notes for Speeches_
    (edition 1852), _vol. ii. p. 426._

    John Wilkes said that "the Chapter of Accidents is the longest
    chapter in the book."--SOUTHEY: _The Doctor, chap. cxviii._

[353-3]
    Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
    And touched nothing that he did not adorn.

    JOHNSON: _Epitaph on Goldsmith._


    Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he
    touched).--FÉNELON: _Lettre sur les Occupations de l' Académie
    Française, sect. iv._



MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737.

    Fling but a stone, the giant dies.

_The Spleen. Line 93._


    Thus I steer my bark, and sail
    On even keel, with gentle gale.

_The Spleen._


    Though pleased to see the dolphins play,
    I mind my compass and my way.

_The Spleen._



RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743.

    He lives to build, not boast, a generous race;
    No tenth transmitter of a foolish face.

_The Bastard. Line 7._


    May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name,
    And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[354-1]

_Character of Foster._


FOOTNOTES:

[354-1] See Pope, page 331.



ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747.

                  The Grave, dread thing!
    Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd,
    Shakes off her wonted firmness.

_The Grave. Part i. Line 9._


    The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand,
    Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[354-2]

_The Grave. Part i. Line 58._


    Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul!
    Sweetener of life! and solder of society!

_The Grave. Part i. Line 88._


                      Of joys departed,
    Not to return, how painful the remembrance!

_The Grave. Part i. Line 109._


                     The cup goes round:
    And who so artful as to put it by!
    'T is long since Death had the majority.

_The Grave. Part ii. Line 449._


                     The good he scorn'd
    Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost,
    Not to return; or if it did, in visits
    Like those of angels, short and far between.[355-1]

_The Grave. Part ii. Line 586._


FOOTNOTES:

[354-2] See Dryden, page 277.

[355-1] See Norris, page 281.



JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748.

    Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come.

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1._


    Base Envy withers at another's joy,
    And hates that excellence it cannot reach.

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 283._


                  But who can paint
    Like Nature? Can imagination boast,
    Amid its gay creation, hues like hers?

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 465._


    Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears
    Her snaky crest.

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 996._


    Delightful task! to rear the tender thought,
    To teach the young idea how to shoot.

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149._


    An elegant sufficiency, content,
    Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books,
    Ease and alternate labour, useful life,
    Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven!

_The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158._


    The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 47._


    Falsely luxurious, will not man awake?

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 67._


    But yonder comes the powerful king of day,
    Rejoicing in the east.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 81._


    Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 946._


    And Mecca saddens at the long delay.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 979._


    For many a day, and many a dreadful night,
    Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003._


    Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188._


    A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
    Of mighty monarchs.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285._


    So stands the statue that enchants the world,
    So bending tries to veil the matchless boast,
    The mingled beauties of exulting Greece.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346._


    Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age.

_The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516._


    Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain.

_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2._


                                  Loveliness
    Needs not the foreign aid of ornament,
    But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[356-1]

_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204._


    He saw her charming, but he saw not half
    The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd.

_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229._


    For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh,
    Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn.

_The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233._


    See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.[356-2]

_The Seasons. Winter. Line 1._


    Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

_The Seasons. Winter. Line 393._


                  There studious let me sit,
    And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

_The Seasons. Winter. Line 431._


    The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid.

_The Seasons. Winter. Line 625._


    These as they change, Almighty Father! these
    Are but the varied God. The rolling year
    Is full of Thee.

_Hymn. Line 1._


    Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade.

_Hymn. Line 25._


    From seeming evil still educing good.

_Hymn. Line 114._


    Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise.

_Hymn. Line 118._


    A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was,
    Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;
    And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,
    Forever flushing round a summer sky:
    There eke the soft delights that witchingly
    Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast,
    And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh;
    But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest
    Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6._


    O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein,
    But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns,
    And heightens ease with grace.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 26._


    Plac'd far amid the melancholy main.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._


    Scoundrel maxim.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30._


    A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68._


    A little round, fat, oily man of God.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 69._


    I care not, Fortune, what you me deny:
    You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace,
    You cannot shut the windows of the sky
    Through which Aurora shows her brightening face;
    You cannot bar my constant feet to trace
    The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve:
    Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace,
    And I their toys to the great children leave:
    Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave.



_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3._


    Health is the vital principle of bliss,
    And exercise, of health.

_The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 55._


    Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
    An unrelenting foe to love;
    And when we meet a mutual heart,
    Come in between and bid us part?

_Song._


                    Whoe'er amidst the sons
    Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue
    Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble
    Of Nature's own creating.

_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![358-1]

_Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
      Arose from out the azure main,
    This was the charter of her land,
      And guardian angels sung the strain:
    Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves!
    Britons never shall be slaves.

_Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5._


FOOTNOTES:

[356-1] See Milton, page 234.

    Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullæ inornatæ, quas id ipsum
    diceat, sic hæc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as
    lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle
    oration, though without embellishment, gives delight).--CICERO:
    _Orator, 23, 78._

[356-2] O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.--COWPER: _The Task,
    book iv. Winter Evening, line 34._

[358-1] The line was altered after the second edition to "O
    Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."



JOHN DYER. 1700-1758.

    A little rule, a little sway,
    A sunbeam in a winter's day,
    Is all the proud and mighty have
    Between the cradle and the grave.

_Grongar Hill. Line 88._


    Ever charming, ever new,
    When will the landscape tire the view?

_Grongar Hill. Line 102._


          Disparting towers
    Trembling all precipitate down dash'd,
    Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.

_The Ruins of Rome. Line 40._



PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751.

    Live while you live, the epicure would say,
    And seize the pleasures of the present day;
    Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
    And give to God each moment as it flies.
    Lord, in my views, let both united be:
    I live in pleasure when I live to thee.

_Epigram on his Family Arms._[359-1]


    Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve,
      And press with vigour on;
    A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
      And an immortal crown.

_Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race._


FOOTNOTES:

[359-1] Dum vivimus vivamus (Let us live while we live).--ORTON:
    _Life of Doddridge._



JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791.

     That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called a Slave
     Trade.

_Journal. Feb. 12, 1772._


     Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next
     to godliness."[359-2]

_Sermon xciii. On Dress._


     I am always in haste, but never in a hurry.[359-3]

FOOTNOTES:

[359-2] See Bacon, page 170.

[359-3] Given as a saying of Wesley, in the "Saturday Review,"
    Nov. 28, 1874.



BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.[359-4] 1706-1790.

     They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little
     temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.[359-5]

_Historical Review of Pennsylvania._


    God helps them that help themselves.[360-1]

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the
     stuff life is made of.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    Early to bed and early to rise,
    Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.[360-2]

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    Plough deep while sluggards sleep.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    Three removes are as bad as a fire.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    Little strokes fell great oaks.[360-3]

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe
     was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of
     a horse the rider was lost.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.[360-4]

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose
     to the grindstone.[360-5]

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    Vessels large may venture more,
    But little boats should keep near shore.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


    It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.

_Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757._


     We are a kind of posterity in respect to them.[361-1]

_Letter to William Strahan, 1745._


     Remember that time is money.

_Advice to a Young Tradesman, 1748._


     Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and
     parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear
     the latter.

_Letter on the Stamp Act, July 1, 1765._


    Here Skugg lies snug
    As a bug in a rug.[361-2]

_Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, September, 1772._


     There never was a good war or a bad peace.[361-3]

_Letter to Josiah Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773._


     You and I were long friends: you are now my enemy, and I am
     yours.

_Letter to William Strahan, July 5, 1775._


     We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang
     separately.

_At the signing of the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776._


     He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle.

_The Whistle. November, 1779._


     Here you would know and enjoy what posterity will say of
     Washington. For a thousand leagues have nearly the same effect
     with a thousand years.

_Letter to Washington, March 5, 1780._


     Our Constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to
     promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain
     but death and taxes.

_Letter to M. Leroy, 1789._


FOOTNOTES:

[359-4] Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis (He snatched the
    lightning from heaven, and the sceptre from tyrants),--a line
    attributed to Turgot, and inscribed on Houdon's bust of Franklin.
    Frederick von der Trenck asserted on his trial, 1794, that he was
    the author of this line.

[359-5] This sentence was much used in the Revolutionary period.
    It occurs even so early as November, 1755, in an answer by the
    Assembly of Pennsylvania to the Governor, and forms the motto of
    Franklin's "Historical Review," 1759, appearing also in the body
    of the work.--FROTHINGHAM: _Rise of the Republic of the United
    States, p. 413._

[360-1] See Herbert, page 206.

[360-2] CLARKE: _Paræmiolgia, 1639._

    My hour is eight o'clock, though it is an infallible rule, "Sanat,
    sanctificat, et ditat, surgere mane" (That he may be healthy,
    happy, and wise, let him rise early).--_A Health to the Gentle
    Profession of Serving-men, 1598_ (reprinted in Roxburghe Library),
    _p. 121._

[360-3] See Lyly, page 32.

[360-4] See Tusser, page 21.

[360-5] See Heywood, page 11.

[361-1] Byron's European fame is the best earnest of his
    immortality, for a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous
    posterity.--HORACE BINNEY WALLACE: _Stanley, or the Recollections
    of a Man of the World, vol. ii. p. 89._

[361-2] Snug as a bug in a rug.--_The Stratford Jubilee, ii. 1,
    1779._

[361-3] It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred
    before a just war.--SAMUEL BUTLER: _Speeches in the Rump
    Parliament. Butler's Remains._



NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788.

    If solid happiness we prize,
    Within our breast this jewel lies,
      And they are fools who roam.
    The world has nothing to bestow;
    From our own selves our joys must flow,
      And that dear hut, our home.

_The Fireside. Stanza 3._


    To be resign'd when ills betide,
    Patient when favours are deni'd,
      And pleas'd with favours given,--
    Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part;
    This is that incense of the heart[362-1]
      Whose fragrance smells to heaven.

_The Fireside. Stanza 11._


    Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go;
    Its checker'd paths of joy and woe
      With cautious steps we 'll tread.

_The Fireside. Stanza 31._


    Yet still we hug the dear deceit.

_Content. Vision iv._


    Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee.

_To-morrow._



HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754.

    All Nature wears one universal grin.

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day;
    Let other hours be set apart for business.
    To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk;
    And this our queen shall be as drunk as we.

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 2._


    When I 'm not thank'd at all, I 'm thank'd enough;
    I 've done my duty, and I 've done no more.

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit.

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._


    To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes.

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3._


    Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets,
    With a third dog one of the two dogs meets;
    With angry teeth he bites him to the bone,
    And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.[363-1]

_Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 6._


    I am as sober as a judge.[363-2]

_Don Quixote in England. Act iii. Sc. 14._


    Much may be said on both sides.[363-3]

_The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 8._


    Enough is equal to a feast.[363-4]

_The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1._


    We must eat to live and live to eat.[363-5]

_The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 3._


    Penny saved is a penny got.[363-6]

_The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 12._


    Oh, the roast beef of England,
    And old England's roast beef!

_The Grub Street Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2._


    This story will not go down.

_Tumble-down Dick._


     Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the
     eternal fitness of things?

_Tom Jones. Book iv. Chap. iv._


     Distinction without a difference.

_Tom Jones. Book vi. Chap. xiii._


     Amiable weakness.[364-1]

_Tom Jones. Book x. chap. viii._


     The dignity of history.[364-2]

_Tom Jones. Book xi. Chap. ii._


     Republic of letters.

_Tom Jones. Book xiv. Chap. i._


     Illustrious predecessors.[364-3]

_Covent Garden Journal. Jan. 11, 1752._


FOOTNOTES:

[362-1] The incense of the heart may rise.--PIERPONT: _Every Place
    a Temple._

[363-1]
    Thus when a barber and a collier fight,
    The barber beats the luckless collier--white;
    The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack,
    And big with vengeance beats the barber--black.
    In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread,
    And beats the collier and the barber--red:
    Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost,
    And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

    CHRISTOPHER SMART: _The Trip to Cambridge_ (on "Campbell's
    Specimens of the British Poets," vol. vi. p. 185).

[363-2] Sober as a judge.--CHARLES LAMB: _Letter to Mr. and Mrs.
    Moxon._

[363-3] See Addison, page 300.

[363-4] See Heywood, page 20.

[363-5] Socrates said, Bad men live that they may eat and drink,
    whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.--PLUTARCH: _How
    a Young Man ought to hear Poems._

[363-6]
    A penny saved is twopence dear;
    A pin a day 's a groat a year.

    FRANKLIN: _Hints to those that would be Rich_ (1736).

[364-1] Amiable weaknesses of human nature.--GIBBON: _Decline and
    Fall of the Roman Empire, chap. xiv._

[364-2] See Bolingbroke, page 304.

[364-3] Illustrious predecessor.--BURKE: _The Present
    Discontents._

    I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men. . . . In receiving
    from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious
    predecessor.--MARTIN VAN BUREN: _Inaugural Address, March 4,
    1837._



WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM. 1708-1778.

     Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom.

_Speech, Jan. 14, 1766._


     A long train of these practices has at length unwillingly
     convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater
     than the King himself.[364-4]

_Chatham Correspondence. Speech, March 2, 1770._


     Where law ends, tyranny begins.

_Case of Wilkes. Speech, Jan. 9, 1770._


     Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like
     future violations.[364-5]

_Letter to the Earl of Shelburne, Sept. 29, 1770._


     If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign
     troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my
     arms,--never! never! never!

_Speech, Nov. 18, 1777._


     The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force
     of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may
     blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,--but
     the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross
     the threshold of the ruined tenement!

_Speech on the Excise Bill._


     We have a Calvinistic creed, a Popish liturgy, and an Arminian
     clergy.

_Prior's Life of Burke_ (1790).


FOOTNOTES:

[364-4] Quoted by Lord Mahon, "greater than the throne
    itself."--_History of England, vol. v. p. 258._

[364-5] "Indemnity for the past and security for the
    future."--RUSSELL: _Memoir of Fox, vol. iii. p. 345, Letter to the
    Hon. T. Maitland._



SAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784.

    Let observation with extensive view
    Survey mankind, from China to Peru.[365-1]

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 1._


    There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,--
    Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 159._


    He left the name at which the world grew pale,
    To point a moral, or adorn a tale.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 221._


    Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know
    That life protracted is protracted woe.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 257._


    An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay,
    And glides in modest innocence away.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 293._


    Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 308._


    Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise!
    From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow,
    And Swift expires, a driv'ler and a show.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 316._


    Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
    Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 345._


    For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill.

_Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 362._


    Of all the griefs that harass the distrest,
    Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.[366-1]

_London. Line 166._


    This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,--
    Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.[366-2]

_London. Line 176._


    Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail.

_Prologue to the Tragedy of Irene._


    Each change of many-colour'd life he drew,
    Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new.

_Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre._


    And panting Time toil'd after him in vain.

_Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre._


    For we that live to please must please to live.

_Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre._


    Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour;
      Improve each moment as it flies!
    Life 's a short summer, man a flower;
      He dies--alas! how soon he dies!

_Winter. An Ode._


    Officious, innocent, sincere,
    Of every friendless name the friend.

_Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 2._


    In misery's darkest cavern known,
      His useful care was ever nigh[366-3]
    Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan,
      And lonely want retir'd to die.

_Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 5._


    And sure th' Eternal Master found
      His single talent well employ'd.

_Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 7._


    Then with no throbs of fiery pain,[367-1]
      No cold gradations of decay,
    Death broke at once the vital chain,
      And freed his soul the nearest way.

_Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9._


    That saw the manners in the face.

_Lines on the Death of Hogarth._


    Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove
    The pangs of guilty power and hapless love!
    Rest here, distressed by poverty no more;
    Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before;
    Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine,
    Till angels wake thee with a note like thine!

_Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician._


    A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian,
    Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched,
    And touched nothing that he did not adorn.[367-2]

_Epitaph on Goldsmith._


    How small of all that human hearts endure,
    That part which laws or kings can cause or cure!
    Still to ourselves in every place consigned,
    Our own felicity we make or find.
    With secret course, which no loud storms annoy,
    Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.

_Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller._


    Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay.

_Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village._


    From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,--
    Path, motive, guide, original, and end.[367-3]

_Motto to the Rambler. No. 7._


     Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and
     pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age
     will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of
     the present day will be supplied by the morrow,--attend to the
     history of Rasselas, Prince Of Abyssinia.

_Rasselas. Chap. i._


     "I fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has
     ceased to please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am
     unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others."

_Rasselas. Chap. iii._


     A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected.

_Rasselas. Chap. xii._


     Few things are impossible to diligence and skill.

_Rasselas. Chap. xii._


     Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.[368-1]

_Rasselas. Chap. xiii._


     I live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy company as
     to shun myself.

_Rasselas. Chap. xvi._


     Many things difficult to design prove easy to performance.

_Rasselas. Chap. xvi._


     The first years of man must make provision for the last.

_Rasselas. Chap. xvii._


     Example is always more efficacious than precept.

_Rasselas. Chap. xxx._


     The endearing elegance of female friendship.

_Rasselas. Chap. xlvi._


     I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that _words are the
     daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of
     heaven_.[368-2]

_Preface to his Dictionary._


     Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[368-3]

_Boulter's Monument._ (Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson,
1745.)


     Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not
     coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and
     nights to the volumes of Addison.

_Life of Addison._


     To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards
     are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will
     glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and
     reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship,
     and the salutary influence of example.

_Life of Milton._


     The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary
     commonwealth.

_Life of Milton._


     His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the
     public stock of harmless pleasure.

_Life of Edmund Smith_ (alluding to the death of Garrick).


     That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain
     force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow
     warmer among the ruins of Iona.

_Journey to the Western Islands: Inch Kenneth._


     He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty.

_The Idler. No. 57._


     What is read twice is commonly better remembered than what is
     transcribed.

_The Idler. No. 74._


     Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation; but no sooner
     does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him,
     and benumbs all his faculties.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell).[369-1] _Vol. i. Chap. vii. 1743._


     Wretched un-idea'd girls.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. i. Chap. x. 1752._


     This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits;
     but I find he is only a wit among lords.[369-2]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754._


     Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel
     for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a
     coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but
     left half a crown to a beggarly Scotchman to draw the trigger at
     his death.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754._


     Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man
     struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground
     encumbers him with help?

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755._


     I am glad that he thanks God for anything.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755._


     If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through
     life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should
     keep his friendship in a constant repair.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755._


     Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being
     drowned.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. iii. 1759._


     Sir, I think all Christians, whether Papists or Protestants,
     agree in the essential articles, and that their differences are
     trivial, and rather political than religious.[370-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763._


     The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road
     that leads him to England.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763._


     If he does really think that there is no distinction between
     virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count
     our spoons.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763._


     Sir, your levellers wish to level _down_ as far as themselves;
     but they cannot bear levelling _up_ to themselves.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763._


     A man ought to read just as inclination leads him; for what he
     reads as a task will do him little good.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. vi. 1763._


     Sherry is dull, naturally dull; but it must have taken him a
     great deal of pains to become what we now see him. Such an access
     of stupidity, sir, is not in Nature.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ix._


     Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs.
     It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at
     all.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ix._


     I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly
     mind anything else.[371-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ix._


     This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a
     dinner to _ask_ a man to.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ix._


     A very unclubable man.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. ii. Chap. ix. 1764._


     I do not know, sir, that the fellow is an infidel; but if he be
     an infidel, he is an infidel as a dog is an infidel; that is to
     say, he has never thought upon the subject.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. iii. 1769._


     It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. iv._


     That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a
     wrong one.[371-2]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. v. 1770._


     I am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people
     from vice.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772._


     A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of
     a garden.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772._


     Much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772._


     A man may write at any time if he will set himself doggedly to
     it.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iv. Chap. ii. 1773._


     Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place
     where he is _not_ known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he
     _is_ known.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. iv. Chap. ii. 1773._


     Was ever poet so trusted before?

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. vi. 1774._


     Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it
     rebounds.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. vi. 1775._


     A man will turn over half a library to make one book.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. viii. 1775._


     Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. ix._


     Hell is paved with good intentions.[372-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. ix._


     Knowledge is of two kinds: we know a subject ourselves, or we
     know where we can find information upon it.[372-2]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. v. Chap. ix._


     I never take a nap after dinner but when I have had a bad night;
     and then the nap takes me.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775._


     In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775._


     There is now less flogging in our great schools than
     formerly,--but then less is learned there; so that what the boys
     get at one end they lose at the other.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775._


     There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so
     much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.[372-3]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. iii. 1776._


     No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. iii. 1776._


     Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. iv. 1776._


     A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who
     have risen far above him.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. iv. 1776._


     All this [wealth] excludes but one evil,--poverty.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777._


     Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777._


     When a man is tired of London he is tired of life; for there is
     in London all that life can afford.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777._


     He was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777._


     Goldsmith, however, was a man who whatever he wrote, did it
     better than any other man could do.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. iii. 1778._


     Johnson had said that he could repeat a complete chapter of "The
     Natural History of Iceland," from the Danish of Horrebow, the
     whole of which was exactly (Ch. lxxii. _Concerning snakes_) thus:
     "There are no snakes to be met with throughout the whole
     island."[373-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. iv. 1778._


     As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth
     of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him," so
     it is in travelling,--a man must carry knowledge with him if he
     would bring home knowledge.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. v. 1778._


     The true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can embrace
     equally great things and small.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. vi. 1778._


     I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which
     he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man
     who is zealous for nothing." . . . There was another fine passage
     too which he struck out: "When I was a young man, being anxious
     to distinguish myself, I was perpetually starting new
     propositions. But I soon gave this over; for I found that
     generally what was new was false."

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. viii. 1779._


     Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires
     to be a hero must drink brandy.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. viii. 1779._


     A Frenchman must be always talking, whether he knows anything of
     the matter or not; an Englishman is content to say nothing when
     he has nothing to say.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. x._


     Of Dr. Goldsmith he said, "No man was more foolish when he had
     not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had."

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. x._


     The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. vii. Chap. x._


     The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of
     avarice.[374-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. ii._


     Classical quotation is the _parole_ of literary men all over the
     world.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. iii. 1781._


     My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that
     character [as an author], he deserved to have his merits
     handsomely allowed.[374-2]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. iii. 1781._


     I never have sought the world; the world was not to seek
     me.[374-3]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. v. 1783._


     He is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in
     others.[374-4]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. v. 1784._


     You see they 'd have fitted him to a T.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784._


     I have found you an argument; I am not obliged to find you an
     understanding.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784._


     Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.[375-1]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784._


     Blown about with every wind of criticism.[375-2]

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. Chap. x. 1784._


    If the man who turnips cries
    Cry not when his father dies,
    'T is a proof that he had rather
    Have a turnip than his father.

_Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 30._


     He was a very good hater.

_Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 39._


     The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human
     experience for the benefit of the public.

_Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 58._


     The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and
     instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are.

_Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 154._


     Dictionaries are like watches; the worst is better than none, and
     the best cannot be expected to go quite true.

_Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 178._


     Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily in your
     hand, are the most useful after all.

_Johnsoniana. Hawkins. 197._


     Round numbers are always false.

_Johnsoniana. Hawkins. 235._


    As with my hat[375-3] upon my head
      I walk'd along the Strand,
    I there did meet another man
      With his hat in his hand.[375-4]

_Johnsoniana. George Steevens. 310._


     Abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult.

_Johnsoniana. Hannah More. 467._


     The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone.

_Johnsoniana. Northcote. 487._


     Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory that would
     convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in
     the world."

_Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 600._


     His conversation does not show the minute-hand, but he strikes
     the hour very correctly.

_Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 604._


     Hunting was the labour of the savages of North America, but the
     amusement of the gentlemen of England.

_Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 606._


     I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I
     like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their
     silence.

_Johnsoniana. Seward. 617._


     This world, where much is to be done and little to be known.

_Prayers and Meditations. Against inquisitive and perplexing Thoughts._


     Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it
     among gross people.

_Tour to the Hebrides. Sept. 20, 1773._


     A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as
     narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet.

_Tour to the Hebrides. Sept. 30, 1773._


     The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable
     gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I
     shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself
     with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease
     with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in
     spite of experience.[376-1]

_Pitt's Reply to Walpole. Speech, March 6, 1741._


     Towering in the confidence of twenty-one.

_Letter to Bennet Langton. Jan. 9, 1758._


     Gloomy calm of idle vacancy.

_Letter to Boswell. Dec. 8, 1763._


     Wharton quotes Johnson as saying of Dr. Campbell, "He is the
     richest author that ever grazed the common of literature."

FOOTNOTES:

[365-1]
    All human race, from China to Peru,
    Pleasure, howe'er disguised by art, pursue.

    THOMAS WARTON: _Universal Love of Pleasure._


    De Quincey (Works, vol. x. p. 72) quotes the criticism of some
    writer, who contends with some reason that this high-sounding
    couplet of Dr. Johnson amounts in effect to this: Let observation
    with extensive observation observe mankind extensively.

[366-1]
    Nothing in poverty so ill is borne
    As its exposing men to grinning scorn.

    OLDHAM (1653-1683): _Third Satire of Juvenal._

[366-2] Three years later Johnson wrote, "Mere unassisted merit
    advances slowly, if--what is not very common--it advances at all."

[366-3] _Var._ His ready help was always nigh.

[367-1] _Var._ Then with no fiery throbbing pain.

[367-2]
    Qui nullum fere scribendi genus
             Non tetigit,
    Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit.

    See Chesterfield, page 353.

[367-3] A translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione Philosophiæ,"
    iii. 9, 27.

[368-1] See Bacon, page 168.

[368-2] The italics and the word "forget" would seem to imply that
    the saying was not his own.

[368-3] Sir William Jones gives a similar saying in India: "Words
    are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven."

    See Herbert, page 206. Sir THOMAS BODLEY: _Letter to his
    Librarian, 1604._

[369-1] From the London edition, 10 volumes, 1835.

    Dr. Johnson, it is said, when he first heard of Boswell's
    intention to write a life of him, announced, with decision enough,
    that if he thought Boswell really meant to _write his life_ he
    would prevent it by _taking Boswell's!_--CARLYLE: _Miscellanies,
    Jean Paul Frederic Richter._

[369-2] See Pope, page 331.

[370-1] I do not find that the age or country makes the least
    difference; no, nor the language the actor spoke, nor the religion
    which they professed,--whether Arab in the desert, or Frenchman in
    the Academy. I see that sensible men and conscientious men all
    over the world were of one religion of well-doing and
    daring.--EMERSON: _The Preacher. Lectures and Biographical
    Sketches, p. 215._

[371-1] Every investigation which is guided by principles of
    nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the
    stomach.--ATHENÆUS: _Book vii. chap. ii._

[371-2] Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had
    only one idea, and that was wrong.--DISRAELI: _Sybil, book iv.
    chap. 5._

[372-1] See Herbert, page 205.

    Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that hell is full of
    good intentions and wills.--FRANCIS DE SALES: _Spiritual Letters.
    Letter xii._ (Translated by the author of "A Dominican Artist.")
    1605.

[372-2] Scire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demum maxima pars
    eruditionis est (To know where you can find anything, that in
    short is the largest part of learning).--ANONYMOUS.

[372-3]
    Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,
      Where'er his stages may have been,
    May sigh to think he still has found
      The warmest welcome at an inn.

    SHENSTONE: _Written on a Window of an Inn._

[373-1] Chapter xlii. is still shorter: "There are no owls of any
    kind in the whole island."

[374-1] I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.--EDWARD MOORE:
    _The Gamester, act ii. sc. 2._ 1753.

[374-2] Usually quoted as "When a nobleman writes a book, he ought
    to be encouraged."

[374-3] I have not loved the world, nor the world me.--BYRON:
    _Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 113._

[374-4] See Shakespeare, page 88.

[375-1] A parody on "Who rules o'er freemen should himself be
    free," from Brooke's "Gustavus Vasa," first edition.

[375-2] Carried about with every wind of doctrine.--_Ephesians iv.
    14._

[375-3] Elsewhere found, "I put my hat."

[375-4] A parody on Percy's "Hermit of Warkworth."

[376-1] This is the composition of Johnson, founded on some note
    or statement of the actual speech. Johnson said, "That speech I
    wrote in a garret, in Exeter Street." BOSWELL: _Life of Johnson,
    1741._



LORD LYTTLETON. 1709-1773.

    For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre
    None but the noblest passions to inspire,
    Not one immoral, one corrupted thought,
    One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.

_Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus._


    Women, like princes, find few real friends.

_Advice to a Lady._


    What is your sex's earliest, latest care,
    Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair.

_Advice to a Lady._


    The lover in the husband may be lost.

_Advice to a Lady._


    How much the wife is dearer than the bride.

_An Irregular Ode._


    None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair,
    But love can hope where reason would despair.

_Epigram._


    Where none admire, 't is useless to excel;
    Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle.

_Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country._


    Alas! by some degree of woe
      We every bliss must gain;
    The heart can ne'er a transport know
      That never feels a pain.

_Song._



EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757.

    Can't I another's face commend,
    And to her virtues be a friend,
    But instantly your forehead lowers,
    As if _her_ merit lessen'd _yours_?



_The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix._


    The maid who modestly conceals
    Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
    Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
    Whate'er the Grecian Venus was.

_The Spider and the Bee. Fable x._


    But from the hoop's bewitching round,
    Her very shoe has power to wound.

_The Spider and the Bee. Fable x._


    Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
    And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

_The Happy Marriage._


     I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[378-1]

_The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses
     from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

_The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4._


    Labour for his pains.[378-2]

_The Boy and the Rainbow._


FOOTNOTES:

[378-1] See Johnson, page 374.

[378-2] See Shakespeare, page 101.



LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768.

     Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world
     surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. ii. chap. xii._


     Great wits jump.[378-3]

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. iii. Chap. ix._


     "Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby,
     "but nothing to this."

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. iii. Chap. xi._


     Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though
     the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is
     the most tormenting!

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. iii. Chap. xii._


     The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the
     oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he
     wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out
     forever.[379-1]

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. vi. Chap. viii._


     I am sick as a horse.

_Tristram Shandy_ (orig. ed.). _Vol. vii. Chap. xi._


     "They order," said I, "this matter better in France."

_Sentimental Journey. Page 1._


     I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T
     is all barren!"

_In the Street. Calais._


     God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[379-2]

_Maria._


     "Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still
     thou art a bitter draught."

_The Passport. The Hotel at Paris._


     The sad vicissitude of things.[379-3]

_Sermon xvi._


     Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything.

_Sermon xxvii._


FOOTNOTES:

[378-3] Great wits jump.--BYROM: _The Nimmers._ BUCKINGHAM: _The
    Chances, act. iv. sc. 1._

    Good wits jump.--CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. Chap. xxxviii._

[379-1]
    But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
    Weep to record, and blush to give it in.

    CAMPBELL: _Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357._

[379-2] Dieu mésure le froid à la brebis tondue (God measures the
    cold to the shorn lamb).--HENRI ESTIENNE (1594): _Prémices, etc.
    p. 47._

    See Herbert, page 206.

[379-3] Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.--R. GIFFORD:
    _Contemplation._



WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763.

    Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round,
      Where'er his stages may have been,
    May sigh to think he still has found
      The warmest welcome at an inn.[379-4]

_Written on a Window of an Inn._


    So sweetly she bade me adieu,
    I thought that she bade me return.

_A Pastoral. Part i._


    I have found out a gift for my fair;
    I have found where the wood-pigeons breed.

_A Pastoral. Part i._


    My banks they are furnish'd with bees,
    Whose murmur invites one to sleep.

_A Pastoral. Part ii. Hope._


    For seldom shall she hear a tale
    So sad, so tender, and so true.

_Jemmy Dawson._


    Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow,
    Emblems right meet of decency does yield.

_The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6._


    Pun-provoking thyme.

_The Schoolmistress. Stanza 11._


    A little bench of heedless bishops here,
    And there a chancellor in embryo.

_The Schoolmistress. Stanza 28._


FOOTNOTES:

[379-4] See Johnson, page 372.

    Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place
    to die in, it should be an inn.--_Works, vol. i. p. 76._



JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766.

    Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced
    That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,--
    That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour
    Serves but to brighten all our future days.

_Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3._


    And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin.

_An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope._[380-1]


FOOTNOTES:

[380-1] ANDERSON: _British Poets, vol. x. p. 879._ See note in
    "Contemporary Review," September, 1867, p. 4.



JAMES TOWNLEY. 1715-1778.

     _Kitty._ Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read
     Shikspur.

     _Lady Bab._ Then you have an immense pleasure to come.

_High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    From humble Port to imperial Tokay.



_High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1._



THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771.

    What female heart can gold despise?
      What cat 's averse to fish?

_On the death of a Favourite Cat._


    A fav'rite has no friend!

_On the death of a Favourite Cat._


    Ye distant spires, ye antique towers.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1._


    Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!
      Ah, fields beloved in vain!
    Where once my careless childhood stray'd,
      A stranger yet to pain!
    I feel the gales that from ye blow
      A momentary bliss bestow.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2._


    They hear a voice in every wind,
      And snatch a fearful joy.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4._


    Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed,
      Less pleasing when possest;
    The tear forgot as soon as shed,
      The sunshine of the breast.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 5._


    Alas! regardless of their doom,
      The little victims play;
    No sense have they of ills to come,
      Nor care beyond to-day.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6._


    Ah, tell them they are men!

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6._


    And moody madness laughing wild
    Amid severest woe.

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8._


    To each his suff'rings; all are men,
      Condemn'd alike to groan,--
    The tender for another's pain,
      Th' unfeeling for his own.
    Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
    Since sorrow never comes too late,
      And happiness too swiftly flies?
      Thought would destroy their paradise.
    No more; where ignorance is bliss,
      'T is folly to be wise.[382-1]

_On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10._


    Daughter of Jove, relentless power,
      Thou tamer of the human breast,
    Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
      The bad affright, afflict the best!

_Hymn to Adversity._


    From Helicon's harmonious springs
    A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

_The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3._


    Glance their many-twinkling feet.

_The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 11._


    O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move
    The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.[382-2]

_The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16._


    Her track, where'er the goddess roves,
    Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame,
    Th' unconquerable mind,[382-3] and freedom's holy flame.

_The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10._


    Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.

_The Progress of Poesy. III. 1, Line 12._


    He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time:
    The living throne, the sapphire blaze,
    Where angels tremble while they gaze,
    He saw; but blasted with excess of light,
    Closed his eyes in endless night.

_The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4._


    Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er,
    Scatters from her pictured urn
    Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.[382-4]

_The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2._


    Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
    Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.

_The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16._


    Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
      Confusion on thy banners wait!
    Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing,
      They mock the air with idle state.

_The Bard. I. 1, Line 1._


    Loose his beard, and hoary hair
    Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.[383-1]

_The Bard. I. 2, Line 5._


    To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay.

_The Bard. I. 2, Line 14._


    Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
    Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.[383-2]

_The Bard. I. 3, Line 12._


    Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
      The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
    Give ample room and verge enough[383-3]
      The characters of hell to trace.

_The Bard. II. 1, Line 1._


    Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
      While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
    In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
      Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
    Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,
    That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.

_The Bard. II. 2, Line 9._


    Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame,
    With many a foul and midnight murder fed.

_The Bard. II. 3, Line 11._


    Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
    Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

_The Bard. III. 1, Line 11._


    And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.

_The Bard. III. 3, Line 3._


    Comus and his midnight crew.

_Ode for Music. Line 2._


    While bright-eyed Science watches round.

_Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3._


    The still small voice of gratitude.

_Ode for Music. V. Line 8._


    Iron sleet of arrowy shower
    Hurtles in the darken'd air.

_The Fatal Sisters. Line 3._


    The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
      The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,[384-1]
    The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,
      And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1._


    Each in his narrow cell forever laid,
      The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 4._


    The breezy call of incense-breathing morn.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5._


    Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
      The short and simple annals of the poor.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8._


    The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r,
      And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave,
    Await alike the inevitable hour.
      The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9._


    Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault,
      The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10._


    Can storied urn, or animated bust,
      Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath?
    Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
      Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death?

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11._


    Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
      Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12._


    But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,
      Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;[384-2]
    Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,
      And froze the genial current of the soul.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13._


    Full many a gem of purest ray serene
      The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;
    Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
      And waste its sweetness on the desert air.[385-1]

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14._


    Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast
      The little tyrant of his fields withstood,
    Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
      Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 15._


    The applause of list'ning senates to command,
      The threats of pain and ruin to despise,
    To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
      And read their history in a nation's eyes.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16._


    Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
      And shut the gates of mercy on mankind.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17._


    Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
      Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
    Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
      They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.[385-2]

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19._


    Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20._


    And many a holy text around she strews,
      That teach the rustic moralist to die.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21._


    For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey,
      This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd,
    Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day,
      Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22._


    E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries,
      E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.[385-3]

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23._


    Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
      To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25._


    One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill,
      Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree:
    Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
      Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he.

_Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 28._


    Here rests his head upon the lap of earth,
      A youth to fortune and to fame unknown:
    Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth,
      And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.[386-1]

_The Epitaph._


    Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
      Heaven did a recompense as largely send:
    He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear,
      He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend.

_The Epitaph._


    No further seek his merits to disclose,
      Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
    (There they alike in trembling hope repose),
      The bosom of his Father and his God.

_The Epitaph._


    And weep the more, because I weep in vain.

_Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West._


    Rich windows that exclude the light,
      And passages that lead to nothing.

_A Long Story._


    The hues of bliss more brightly glow,
    Chastised by sabler tints of woe.

_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45._


    The meanest floweret of the vale,
    The simplest note that swells the gale,
    The common sun, the air, the skies,
    To him are opening paradise.

_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53._


    And hie him home, at evening's close,
    To sweet repast and calm repose.

_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 87._


    From toil he wins his spirits light,
    From busy day the peaceful night;
    Rich, from the very want of wealth,
    In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.

_Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93._


    The social smile, the sympathetic tear.

_Education and Government._


    When love could teach a monarch to be wise,
    And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.[387-1]

    Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune;
    He had not the method of making a fortune.

_On his own Character._


     Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in
     playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read
     eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon.

_To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series._


FOOTNOTES:

[382-1] See Davenant, page 217.

    He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.--_Ecclesiastes i.
    18._

[382-2] The light of love.--BYRON: _Bride of Abydos, canto i.
    stanza 6._

[382-3] Unconquerable mind.--WORDSWORTH: _To Toussaint L'
    Ouverture._

[382-4] See Cowley, page 262.

[383-1] See Cowley, page 261. Milton, page 224.

[383-2] See Shakespeare, page 112. Otway, page 280.

[383-3] See Dryden, page 277.

[384-1] The first edition reads,--

    "The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea."

[384-2] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 217.

[385-1] See Young, page 311.

    Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.--CHURCHILL: _Gotham,
    book ii. line 20._

[385-2] Usually quoted "even tenor of their way."

[385-3] See Chaucer, page 3.

[386-1] See Walton, page 208.

[387-1] This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of
    Education and Government."--_Mason's edition of Gray, vol. iii. p.
    114._



DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779.

    Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves.

_Prologue to the Gamesters._


    Their cause I plead,--plead it in heart and mind;
    A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.[387-2]

_Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776._


    Prologues like compliments are loss of time;
    'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.

_Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia._


    Let others hail the rising sun:
    I bow to that whose course is run.[387-3]

_On the Death of Mr. Pelham._


    This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.

_Jupiter and Mercury._


    Hearts of oak are our ships,
    Hearts of oak are our men.[388-1]

_Hearts of Oak._


    Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught,
    Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought,
    In Nature's happiest mould however cast,
    To this complexion thou must come at last.

_Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick, Vol. ii. p. 38._


    Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us?
    Is this the great poet whose works so content us?
    This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books?
    Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks?[388-2]

_Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157._


    Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll,
    Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll.

_Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith._


FOOTNOTES:

[387-2] See Burton, page 185.

[387-3] Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the
    rising than the setting sun.--PLUTARCH: _Life of Pompey._

[388-1]
    Our ships were British oak,
    And hearts of oak our men.

    S. J. ARNOLD: _Death of Nelson._

[388-2] See Tusser, page 20.



WILLIAM B. RHODES. _Circa_ 1790.

    Who dares this pair of boots displace,
    Must meet Bombastes face to face.[388-3]

_Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4._


    _Bom._   So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
           A hungry lion give a grievous roar;
           The grievous roar echoed along the shore.

    _Artax._ So have I heard on Afric's burning shore
           Another lion give a grievous roar;
           And the first lion thought the last a bore.

_Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4._


FOOTNOTES:

[388-3]
    Let none but he these arms displace,
    Who dares Orlando's fury face.

    CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxvi._


    RAY: _Proverbs._ THOMAS: _English Prose Romance, page 85._



MRS. GREVILLE.[389-1] _Circa_ 1793.

    Nor peace nor ease the heart can know
      Which, like the needle true,
    Turns at the touch of joy or woe,
      But turning, trembles too.

_A Prayer for Indifference._


FOOTNOTES:

[389-1] The pretty Fanny Macartney.--WALPOLE: _Memoirs._



HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797.

     Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater,

_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742._


     The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who
     feel.

_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1770._


     A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does
     not misbecome a monarch.[389-2]

_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1774._


     The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and
     humour, and even incapable of relishing it.[389-3]

_Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1778._


FOOTNOTES:

[389-2]
    A little nonsense now and then
    Is relished by the wisest men.

    ANONYMOUS.

[389-3] It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a
    Scotch understanding.--SYDNEY SMITH: _Lady Holland's Memoir, vol
    i. p. 15._



WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756.

    In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.

_Ode to Simplicity._


    Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell:
    'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.[389-4]

_Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5._


    How sleep the brave who sink to rest
    By all their country's wishes bless'd!

_Ode written in the year 1746._


    By fairy hands their knell is rung;[389-5]
    By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
    There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,
    To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
    And Freedom shall awhile repair,
    To dwell a weeping hermit there!

_Ode written in the year 1746._


    When Music, heavenly maid, was young,
    While yet in early Greece she sung.

_The Passions. Line 1._


    Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.

_The Passions. Line 10._


    'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.

_The Passions. Line 28._


    In notes by distance made more sweet.[390-1]

_The Passions. Line 60._


    In hollow murmurs died away.

_The Passions. Line 68._


    O Music! sphere-descended maid,
    Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!

_The Passions. Line 95._


    In yonder grave a Druid lies.

_Death of Thomson._


    Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part;
    Nature in him was almost lost in Art.

_To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare._


    Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
      For thee the tear be duly shed,
    Belov'd till life can charm no more,
      And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead.

_Dirge in Cymbeline._


FOOTNOTES:

[389-4] See Pope, page 320.

[389-5]
    _Var._ By hands unseen the knell is rung;
         By fairy forms their dirge is sung.

[390-1]
                              Sweetest melodies
    Are those that are by distance made more sweet.

    WORDSWORTH: _Personal Talk, stanza 2._



JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769.

    Not what we wish, but what we want,
    Oh, let thy grace supply![390-2]

_Hymn._


    Oft has it been my lot to mark
    A proud, conceited, talking spark.

_The Chameleon._


FOOTNOTES:

[390-2] Mê moi genoith' a boulom' all' a sympherei (Let not that
    happen which I wish, but that which is right).--MENANDER:
    _Fragment._



SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777.

    He made him a hut, wherein he did put
    The carcass of Robinson Crusoe.
      O poor Robinson Crusoe!

_The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1._


    Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.[391-1]

_The Author. Act ii._


FOOTNOTES:

[391-1] See Congreve, page 294.

    Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.--BYRON: _A Sketch._



JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796.

    Henceforth the majesty of God revere;
    Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.[391-2]

_Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing._


FOOTNOTES:

[391-2] Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte
    (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear).--RACINE:
    _Athalie, act i. sc. 1_ (1639-1699).

    From Piety, whose soul sincere
    Fears God, and knows no other fear.

    W. SMYTH: _Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as
    Chancellor of Cambridge._



MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770.

    Such and so various are the tastes of men.

_Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567._


      Than Timoleon's arms require,
    And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.

_Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii._


    The man forget not, though in rags he lies,
    And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

_Epistle to Curio._


    Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys,
    And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.



_The Virtuoso. Stanza x._



TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771.

    Thy spirit, Independence, let me share;
      Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye,
    Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
      Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

_Ode to Independence._


    Thy fatal shafts unerring move,
    I bow before thine altar, Love!

_Roderick Random. Chap. xl._


    Facts are stubborn things.[392-1]

_Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[392-1] Facts are stubborn things.--ELLIOT: _Essay on Field
    Husbandry, p. 35_ (1747).



SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780.

     The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and
     ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,--the floating
     bulwark of our island.

_Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xiii. § 418._


     Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary.

_Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xviii. § 472._



JOHN HOME. 1724-1808.

                     In the first days
    Of my distracting grief, I found myself
    As women wish to be who love their lords.

_Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1._


    I 'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides.

_Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1._


    My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
    My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain,
    Whose constant cares were to increase his store,
    And keep his only son, myself, at home.

_Douglas. Act ii. Sc. 1._


    A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.

_Douglas. Act iv. Sc. 1._


    Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die.

_Douglas. Act v. Sc. 1._



WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797.

    The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty.[393-1]

_Heroic Epistle._


FOOTNOTES:

[393-1]
    Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises,
    . . . Epicuri de grege porcum

    (You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide,-- . . . a
    hog from Epicurus' herd).--HORACE: _Epistolæ, lib. i. iv. 15, 16._



RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807.

    Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound;
      She feels no biting pang the while she sings;
    Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around,[393-2]
      Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.[393-3]

_Contemplation._


FOOTNOTES:

[393-2] Thus altered by Johnson,--

    All at her work the village maiden sings,
    Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around.

[393-3] See Sterne, page 379.



ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805.

    Thus far we run before the wind.

_The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Above the vulgar flight of common souls.

_Zenobia. Act v._


    Picked up his crumbs.

_The Upholsterer. Act i._



JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805.

    The flowers of the forest are a' wide awae.[393-4]

_The Flowers of the Forest._


FOOTNOTES:

[393-4] This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part
    second, a later poem by Mrs. Cockburn. See Dyce's "Specimens of
    British Poetesses," p. 374.



OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774.

    Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
    Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

_The Traveller. Line 1._


    Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
    My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;
    Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,
    And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

_The Traveller. Line 7._


    And learn the luxury of doing good.[394-1]

_The Traveller. Line 22._


    Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.

_The Traveller. Line 26._


    These little things are great to little man.

_The Traveller. Line 42._


    Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!

_The Traveller. Line 50._


    Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,--
    His first, best country ever is at home.

_The Traveller. Line 73._


    Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
    And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.

_The Traveller. Line 91._


    Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

_The Traveller. Line 126._


    The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
    The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.[394-2]

_The Traveller. Line 137._


    By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
    The sports of children satisfy the child.

_The Traveller. Line 153._


    But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

_The Traveller. Line 172._


    Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
    Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

_The Traveller. Line 185._


    So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
    But bind him to his native mountains more.

_The Traveller. Line 217._


    Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
    Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
    And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
    Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.

_The Traveller. Line 251._


    They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem,
    Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.[395-1]

_The Traveller. Line 266._


    Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
    Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
    Where the broad ocean leans against the land.

_The Traveller. Line 282._


    Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
    I see the lords of humankind pass by.[395-2]

_The Traveller. Line 327._


    The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.

_The Traveller. Line 356._


    For just experience tells, in every soil,
    That those that think must govern those that toil.

_The Traveller. Line 372._


    Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.

_The Traveller. Line 386._


    Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
    To traverse climes beyond the western main;
    Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
    And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.

_The Traveller. Line 409._


    Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
    That bliss which only centres in the mind.

_The Traveller. Line 423._


    Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.[395-3]

_The Traveller. Line 436._


    Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.

_The Deserted Village. Line 1._


    The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
    For talking age and whispering lovers made.

_The Deserted Village. Line 13._


    The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.

_The Deserted Village. Line 29._


    Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
    Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
    Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,--
    A breath can make them, as a breath has made;[396-1]
    But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
    When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

_The Deserted Village. Line 51._


    His best companions, innocence and health;
    And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

_The Deserted Village. Line 61._


    How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
    A youth of labour with an age of ease!

_The Deserted Village. Line 99._


    While Resignation gently slopes away,
    And all his prospects brightening to the last,
    His heaven commences ere the world be past.

_The Deserted Village. Line 110._


    The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
    And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.

_The Deserted Village. Line 121._


    A man he was to all the country dear,
    And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

_The Deserted Village. Line 141._


    Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done,
    Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

_The Deserted Village. Line 157._


    Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
    His pity gave ere charity began.
    Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
    And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side.

_The Deserted Village. Line 161._


    And as a bird each fond endearment tries
    To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
    He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
    Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

_The Deserted Village. Line 167._


    Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
    And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.[397-1]

_The Deserted Village. Line 179._


    Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
    And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.

_The Deserted Village. Line 183._


    As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
    Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,--
    Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
    Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

_The Deserted Village. Line 189._


    Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
    The day's disasters in his morning face;
    Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee
    At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
    Full well the busy whisper circling round
    Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
    Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught,
    The love he bore to learning was in fault;
    The village all declar'd how much he knew,
    'T was certain he could write and cipher too.

_The Deserted Village. Line 199._


    In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill,
    For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
    While words of learned length and thundering sound
    Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around;
    And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew
    That one small head could carry all he knew.

_The Deserted Village. Line 209._


    Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
    And news much older than their ale went round.

_The Deserted Village. Line 223._


    The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
    The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door;
    The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,--
    A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.[397-2]

_The Deserted Village. Line 227._


    The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.[398-1]

_The Deserted Village. Line 232._


    To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
    One native charm, than all the gloss of art.

_The Deserted Village. Line 253._


    And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
    The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

_The Deserted Village. Line 263._


    Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
    Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

_The Deserted Village. Line 329._


    Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
    Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.

_The Deserted Village. Line 344._


    In all the silent manliness of grief.

_The Deserted Village. Line 384._


    O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!

_The Deserted Village. Line 385._


    Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
    That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.

_The Deserted Village. Line 413._


    Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt;
    It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.[398-2]

_The Haunch of Venison._


    As aromatic plants bestow
    No spicy fragrance while they grow;
    But crush'd or trodden to the ground,
    Diffuse their balmy sweets around.[398-3]

_The Captivity. Act i._


    To the last moment of his breath,
      On hope the wretch relies;
    And even the pang preceding death
      Bids expectation rise.[398-4]

_The Captivity. Act ii._


    Hope, like the gleaming taper's light,
      Adorns and cheers our way;[399-1]
    And still, as darker grows the night,
      Emits a brighter ray.

_The Captivity. Act ii._


    Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see
    Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!

_Retaliation. Line 11._


    Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth:
    If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.

_Retaliation. Line 24._


    Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
    And to party gave up what was meant for mankind;
    Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat
    To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote.
    Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining,
    And thought of convincing while they thought of dining:
    Though equal to all things, for all things unfit;
    Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

_Retaliation. Line 31._


    His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.

_Retaliation. Line 46._


    A flattering painter, who made it his care
    To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

_Retaliation. Line 63._


    Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
    An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

_Retaliation. Line 93._


    As a wit, if not first, in the very first line.

_Retaliation. Line 96._


    On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting;
    'T was only that when he was off he was acting.

_Retaliation. Line 101._


    He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,
    For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.

_Retaliation. Line 107._


    Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

_Retaliation. Line 112._


    When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,
    He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.

_Retaliation. Line 145._


    The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.[400-1]

_Postscript._


    Good people all, with one accord,
      Lament for Madam Blaize,
    Who never wanted a good word
      From those who spoke her praise.

_Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize._[400-2]


    The king himself has followed her
      When she has walk'd before.

_Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize._


    A kind and gentle heart he had,
      To comfort friends and foes;
    The naked every day he clad
      When he put on his clothes.

_Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._


    And in that town a dog was found,
      As many dogs there be,
    Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
      And curs of low degree.

_Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._


    The dog, to gain his private ends,
      Went mad, and bit the man.

_Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._


    The man recovered of the bite,
      The dog it was that died.[400-3]

_Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog._


    A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,--
    A cap by night, a stocking all the day.[401-1]

_Description of an Author's Bed-chamber._


     This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
     jade on a journey.[401-2]

_The Good-Natured Man. Act i._


     All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for
     them.

_The Good-Natured Man. Act i._


     Silence gives consent.[401-3]

_The Good-Natured Man. Act ii._


     Measures, not men, have always been my mark.[401-4]

_The Good-Natured Man. Act ii._


     I love everything that 's old: old friends, old times, old
     manners, old books, old wine.[401-5]

_She Stoops to Conquer. Act i._


     The very pink of perfection.

_She Stoops to Conquer. Act i._


     The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a
     gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly.

_She Stoops to Conquer. Act i._


     I 'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon.

_She Stoops to Conquer. Act i._


     Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs.

_She Stoops to Conquer. Act iii._


     We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to
     enhance the value of its favours.

_Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i._


     Handsome is that handsome does.[401-6]

_Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i._


     The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the
     concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal
     duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism,
     which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may
     be referred to the second predicable.

_Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii._


     I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect
     too.

_Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii._


    Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
      And guide my lonely way
    To where yon taper cheers the vale
      With hospitable ray.

_The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1._


    Taught by that Power that pities me,
      I learn to pity them.[402-1]

_The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 6._


    Man wants but little here below,
      Nor wants that little long.[402-2]

_The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 8._


    And what is friendship but a name,
      A charm that lulls to sleep,
    A shade that follows wealth or fame,
      And leaves the wretch to weep?

_The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 19._


    The sigh that rends thy constant heart
      Shall break thy Edwin's too.

_The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 33._


     By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.

_The Hermit. Chap. ix._


     They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company,
     with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste,
     Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.

_The Hermit. Chap. ix._


     It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once
     more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are
     more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.[402-3]

_The Hermit. Chap. x._


     To what happy accident[402-4] is it that we owe so unexpected a
     visit?

_The Hermit. Chap. xix._


    When lovely woman stoops to folly,
      And finds too late that men betray,
    What charm can soothe her melancholy?
      What art can wash her guilt away?

_The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv._


    The only art her guilt to cover,
      To hide her shame from every eye,
    To give repentance to her lover,
      And wring his bosom, is--to die.

_The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv._


     To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and
     convenience of our lives.

_The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxi._


    For he who fights and runs away
    May live to fight another day;
    But he who is in battle slain
    Can never rise and fight again.[403-1]

_The Art of Poetry on a New Plan_ (1761). _Vol. ii. p. 147._


     One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title-page,
     another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at
     an index.[403-2]

_The Bee. No. 1, Oct. 6, 1759._


     The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to
     conceal them.[403-3]

_The Bee. No. iii. Oct. 20, 1759._


FOOTNOTES:

[394-1] See Garth, page 295.

    CRABBE: _Tales of the Hall, book iii._ GRAVES: _The Epicure._

[394-2] See Pope, page 329.

[395-1] The character of the French.

[395-2] See Dryden, page 277.

[395-3] When Davies asked for an explanation of "Luke's iron
    crown," Goldsmith referred him to a book called "Géographie
    Curieuse," and added that by "Damien's bed of steel" he meant the
    rack.--GRANGER: _Letters_, (1805), _p. 52._

[396-1] See Pope, page 329.

                             C'est un verre qui luit,
    Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit

    (It is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a
    breath has produced).--DE CAUX (comparing the world to his
    hour-glass).

[397-1] See Dryden, page 269.

[397-2] A cap by night, a stocking all the day--GOLDSMITH: _A
    Description of an Author's Bed-Chamber._

[398-1] The twelve good rules were ascribed to King Charles I.: 1.
    Urge no healths. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no
    state matters. 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make
    no comparisons. 7. Maintain no ill opinions. 8. Keep no bad
    company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repeat
    no grievances. 12. Lay no wagers.

[398-2] See Tom Brown, page 286.

[398-3] See Bacon, page 165.

[398-4]
    The wretch condemn'd with life to part
      Still, still on hope relies;
    And every pang that rends the heart
      Bid expectation rise.

    _Original MS._

[399-1]
    Hope, like the taper's gleamy light,
    Adorns the wretch's way.

    _Original MS._

[400-1] See Rochester, page 279.

[400-2] Written in imitation of "Chanson sur le fameux La
    Palisse," which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye:--

    On dit que dans ses amours
    Il fut caressé des belles,
    Qui le suivirent toujours,
    Tant qu'il marcha devant elles

    (They say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who
    always followed him as long as he walked before them).

[400-3]
    While Fell was reposing himself in the hay,
    A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay;
    But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light,
    And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite.

    LESSING: _Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram by Demodocus._

[401-1] See page 397.

[401-2] Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future
    evils, but present evils triumph over it.--ROCHEFOUCAULD: _Maxim
    22._

[401-3] RAY: _Proverbs._ FULLER: _Wise Sentences._ Auto de to
    sigan omologountos esti sou.--EURIPIDES: _Iph. Aul., 1142._

[401-4] Measures, not men.--CHESTERFIELD: _Letter, Mar. 6, 1742._
    Not men, but measures.--BURKE: _Present Discontents._

[401-5] See Bacon, page 171.

[401-6] See Chaucer, page 4.

[402-1] See Burton, page 185.

[402-2] See Young, page 308.

[402-3] An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that
    it had in pursuit.--PLINY THE YOUNGER: _Letters, book ii. letter
    xv. 1._

[402-4] See Middleton, page 174.

[403-1] See Butler, pages 215, 216.

[403-2] There are two things which I am confident I can do very
    well: one is an introduction to any literary work, stating what it
    is to contain, and how it should be executed in the most perfect
    manner.

    BOSWELL: _Life of Johnson, An. 1775._

[403-3] See Young, page 310.



THOMAS WARTON. 1728-1790.

    All human race, from China to Peru,[403-4]
    Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue.

_Universal Love of Pleasure._


    Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways
    Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers.

_Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon._


FOOTNOTES:

[403-4] See Johnson, page 365.



THOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811.

    Every white will have its blacke,
    And every sweet its soure.

_Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline._


    Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
    Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.[404-1]

_Sir Patrick Spens._


    He that had neyther been kith nor kin
      Might have seen a full fayre sight.

_Guy of Gisborne._


    Have you not heard these many years ago
      Jeptha was judge of Israel?
    He had one only daughter and no mo,
      The which he loved passing well;
            And as by lott,
            God wot,
            It so came to pass,
            As God's will was.[404-2]

_Jepthah, Judge of Israel._


    A Robyn,
      Jolly Robyn,
    Tell me how thy leman does.[404-3]

_A Robyn, Jolly Robyn._


    Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde,
    And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse,
    There music with her silver sound[404-4]
    With spede is wont to send redresse.

_A Song to the Lute in Musicke._


    The blinded boy that shootes so trim,
    From heaven downe did hie.[405-1]

_King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid._


    "What is thy name, faire maid?" quoth he.
    "Penelophon, O King!" quoth she.[405-2]

_King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid._


    And how should I know your true love
      From many another one?
    Oh, by his cockle hat and staff,
      And by his sandal shoone.

_The Friar of Orders Gray._


    O Lady, he is dead and gone!
      Lady, he 's dead and gone!
    And at his head a green grass turfe,
      And at his heels a stone.[405-3]

_The Friar of Orders Gray._


    Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
      Men were deceivers ever;
    One foot in sea and one on shore,
      To one thing constant never.[405-4]

_The Friar of Orders Gray._


    Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
      Thy sorrowe is in vaine;
    For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
      Will ne'er make grow againe.[405-5]

_The Friar of Orders Gray._


    He that would not when he might,
      He shall not when he wolda.[405-6]

_The Friar of Orders Gray._


    We 'll shine in more substantial honours,
      And to be noble we 'll be good.[406-1]

_Winifreda_ (1720).


    And when with envy Time, transported,
      Shall think to rob us of our joys,
    You 'll in your girls again be courted,
      And I 'll go wooing in my boys.

_Winifreda_ (1720).


    King Stephen was a worthy peere,
      His breeches cost him but a croune;
    He held them sixpence all too deere,
      Therefore he call'd the taylor loune.

    He was a wight of high renowne,
      And those but of a low degree;
    Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune,
      Then take thine old cloake about thee.[406-2]

_Take thy old Cloak about Thee._


    A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree;
      Oh willow, willow, willow!
    With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee,
      Oh willow, willow, willow![406-3]

_Willow, willow, willow._


    When Arthur first in court began,
      And was approved king.[406-4]

_Sir Launcelot du Lake._


    Shall I bid her goe? What if I doe?
      Shall I bid her goe and spare not?
      Oh no, no, no! I dare not.[406-5]

_Corydon's Farewell to Phillis._


    But in vayne shee did conjure him
      To depart her presence soe;
    Having a thousand tongues to allure him,
      And but one to bid him goe.

_Dulcina._


FOOTNOTES:

[404-1]
    I saw the new moon late yestreen,
    Wi' the auld moon in her arm.

    _From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border._

[404-2] "As by lot, God wot;" and then you know, "It came to pass,
    as most like it was."--SHAKESPEARE: _Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2._

[404-3]
    Hey, Robin, Jolly Robin,
    Tell me how thy lady does.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Twelfth Night, act iv. sc. 2._

[404-4]
    When griping grief heart doth wound,
    And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
    Then music with her silver sound.

    SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet, act iv. sc. 5._

[405-1]
    Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,
    When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

    SHAKESPEARE: _Romeo and Juliet, act ii. sc. 1._

[405-2] Shakespeare, who alludes to this ballad in "Love's
    Labour's Lost," act iv. sc. 1, gives the beggar's name Zenelophon.
    The story of the king and the beggar is also alluded to in "King
    Richard II.," act v. sc. 3.

[405-3] Quoted in "Hamlet," act iv. sc. 3.

[405-4] See Shakespeare, page 51.

[405-5] See John Fletcher, page 183.

[405-6] See Heywood, page 9.

    He that will not when he may,
    When he would, he should have nay.

    CERVANTES: _Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. iv._

[406-1] See Chapman, page 37.

    Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus (Nobility is the one only
    virtue).--JUVENAL: _Satire viii. line 20._

[406-2] The first stanza is quoted in full, and the last line of
    the second, by Shakespeare in "Othello," act ii. sc. 3.

[406-3]
    The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
      Sing all a green willow;
    Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
      Sing willow, willow, willow.

    _Othello, act iv. sc. 3._

[406-4] Quoted by Shakespeare in Second Part of "Henry IV.," act
    ii. sc. 4.

[406-5] Quoted by Shakespeare in "Twelfth Night," act ii. sc. 3.



EDMUND BURKE. 1729-1797.

     The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system,
     are wisely careful never to set up any of their own.

_A Vindication of Natural Society._[407-1] _Preface, vol. i. p. 7._


     "War," says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;"
     and by a prince he means every sort of state, however
     constituted. "He ought," says this great political doctor, "to
     consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure
     to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." A
     meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes
     imagine that war was the state of nature.

_A Vindication of Natural Society. Vol. i. p. 15._


     I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no
     small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.[407-2]

_On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xiv. vol. 1. p. 118._


     Custom reconciles us to everything.

_On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xviii. vol. i. p. 231._


     There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a
     virtue.

_Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation.
Vol. i. p. 273._


     The wisdom of our ancestors.[407-3]

_Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation.
Vol. i. p. 516. Also in the Discussion on the Traitorous Correspondence
Bill, 1793._


     Illustrious predecessor.[408-1]

_Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 456._


     In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and the boldest
     staggered.

_Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 516._


     When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will
     fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible
     struggle.

_Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 526._


     Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures.[408-2]

_Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 531._


     The concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 108._


     There is America, which at this day serves for little more than
     to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet
     shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole
     of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 115._


     Fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and
     imagination cold and barren.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 116._


     A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not
     yet hardened into the bone of manhood.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 117._


     A wise and salutary neglect.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 117._


     My vigour relents,--I pardon something to the spirit of liberty.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 118._


     The religion most prevalent in our northern colonies is a
     refinement on the principles of resistance: it is the dissidence
     of dissent, and the protestantism of the Protestant religion.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 123._


     I do not know the method of drawing up an indictment against a
     whole people.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 136._


     The march of the human mind is slow.[408-3]

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 149._


     All government,--indeed, every human benefit and enjoyment, every
     virtue and every prudent act,--is founded on compromise and
     barter.

_Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 169._


     The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment
     of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his
     desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has
     feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we
     pursue.

_Speech at Bristol on Declining the Poll. Vol. ii. p. 420._


     They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy,
     called the Rights of Man.

_On the Army Estimates. Vol iii. p. 221._


     People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward
     to their ancestors.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 274._


     You had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and
     in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of
     discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.[409-1]

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 277._


     It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of
     France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never
     lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more
     delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating
     and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move
     in,--glittering like the morning star full of life and splendour
     and joy. . . . Little did I dream that I should have lived to see
     such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,--in a
     nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand
     swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a
     look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is
     gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has
     succeeded.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 331._


     The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the
     nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 331._


     That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332._


     Vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332._


     Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from
     principle.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 334._


     Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the
     hoofs of a swinish multitude.[410-1]

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 335._


     Because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field
     ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great
     cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the
     cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the
     noise are the only inhabitants of the field; that of course they
     are many in number; or that, after all, they are other than the
     little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome
     insects of the hour.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 344._


     In their nomination to office they will not appoint to the
     exercise of authority as to a pitiful job, but as to a holy
     function.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 356._


     The men of England,--the men, I mean, of light and leading in
     England.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 365._


     He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our
     skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 453._


     To execute laws is a royal office; to execute orders is not to be
     a king. However, a political executive magistracy, though merely
     such, is a great trust.[411-1]

_Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 497._


     You can never plan the future by the past.[411-2]

_Letter to a Member of the National Assembly. Vol. iv. p. 55._


     The cold neutrality of an impartial judge.

_Preface to Brissot's Address. Vol. v. p. 67._


     And having looked to Government for bread, on the very first
     scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that fed them.[411-3]

_Thoughts and Details on Scarcity. Vol. v. p. 156._


     All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural
     propensities.

_Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 286._


     All those instances to be found in history, whether real or
     fabulous, of a doubtful public spirit, at which morality is
     perplexed, reason is staggered, and from which affrighted Nature
     recoils, are their chosen and almost sole examples for the
     instruction of their youth.

_Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 311._


     Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no
     other.

_Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 331._


     Early and provident fear is the mother of safety.

_Speech on the Petition of the Unitarians. Vol. vii. p. 50._


     There never was a bad man that had ability for good service.

_Speech in opening the Impeachment of Warren Hastings. Third Day. Vol. x.
p. 54._


     The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion.

_Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784._


     I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country
     churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.[412-1]

_Letter to Matthew Smith._


     It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the
     inspiration.[412-2]

_Prior's Life of Burke._[412-3]


     He was not merely a chip of the old block, but the old block
     itself.[412-4]

_On Pitt's First Speech, Feb. 26, 1781. From Wraxall's Memoirs, First
Series, vol. i. p. 342._


FOOTNOTES:

[407-1] Boston edition. 1865-1867.

[407-2] In the adversity of our best friends we always find
    something which is not wholly displeasing to us.--ROCHEFOUCAULD:
    _Reflections, xv._

[407-3] Lord Brougham says of Bacon, "He it was who first employed
    the well-known phrase of 'the wisdom of our ancestors.'"

    SYDNEY SMITH: _Plymley's Letters, letter v._ LORD ELDON: _On Sir
    Samuel Romilly's Bill, 1815._ CICERO: _De Legibus, ii. 2, 3._

[408-1] See Fielding, page 364.

[408-2] See Goldsmith, page 401.

[408-3] The march of intellect.--SOUTHEY: _Progress and Prospects
    of Society, vol. ii. p. 360._

[409-1] Quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors (What the
    discordant harmony of circumstances would and could
    effect).--HORACE: _Epistle i. 12, 19._

    Mr. Breen, in his "Modern English Literature," says: "This
    remarkable thought Alison the historian has turned to good
    account; it occurs so often in his disquisitions that he seems to
    have made it the staple of all wisdom and the basis of every
    truth."

[410-1] This expression was tortured to mean that he actually
    thought the people no better than swine; and the phrase "the
    swinish multitude" was bruited about in every form of speech and
    writing, in order to excite popular indignation.

[411-1] See Appendix, page 859.

[411-2] I know no way of judging of the future but by the
    past.--PATRICK HENRY: _Speech in the Virginia Convention, March,
    1775._

[411-3] We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.--_Cause
    of the Present Discontents, vol. i. p. 439._

[412-1] Family vault of "all the Capulets."--_Reflections on the
    Revolution in France, vol. iii. p. 349._

[412-2] When Croft's "Life of Dr. Young" was spoken of as a good
    imitation of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a
    good imitation of Johnson; it has all his pomp without his force;
    it has all the nodosities of the oak, without its strength; it has
    all the contortions of the sibyl, without the
    inspiration."--PRIOR: _Life of Burke._

    The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy
    madness of poetry without the inspiration.--JUNIUS: _Letter No.
    viii. To Sir W. Draper._

[412-3] At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent
    harangues, Mr. Cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps as he
    thought to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language
    of the counting-house, "I say ditto to Mr. Burke! I say ditto to
    Mr. Burke!"--PRIOR: _Life of Burke, p. 152._

[412-4] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 219.



CHARLES CHURCHILL. 1731-1764.

    He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.

_The Rosciad. Line 322._


    But, spite of all the criticising elves,
    Those who would make us feel--must feel themselves.[412-5]

_The Rosciad. Line 961._


    Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse,
    Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse;
    Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known,
    Defacing first, then claiming for his own.[413-1]

_The Apology. Line 232._


    No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains
    To tax our labours and excise our brains.

_Night. Line 271._


    Apt alliteration 's artful aid.

_The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86._


    There webs were spread of more than common size,
    And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies.

_The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327._


    With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
    Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

_Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645._


    Men the most infamous are fond of fame,
    And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame.

_The Author. Line 233._


    Be England what she will,
    With all her faults she is my country still.[413-2]

_The Farewell. Line 27._


Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.[413-3]

_The Farewell. Line 38._


FOOTNOTES:

[412-5]
             Si vis me flere, dolendum est
    Primum ipsi tibi

    (If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief).

    HORACE: _Ars Poetica, v. 102._

[413-1] Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best
    thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,--disguise them to make 'em
    pass for their own.--SHERIDAN: _The Critic, act. i. sc. i._

[413-2]
    England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
    My country!

    COWPER: _The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206._

[413-3] Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.--BYRON: _The
    Corsair, canto i. stanza 1._



WILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800.

    Is base in kind, and born to be a slave.

_Table Talk. Line 28._


    As if the world and they were hand and glove.

_Table Talk. Line 173._


           Happiness depends, as Nature shows,
    Less on exterior things than most suppose.

_Table Talk. Line 246._


    Freedom has a thousand charms to show,
    That slaves, howe'er contented, never know.

_Table Talk. Line 260._


    Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ,
    The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

_Table Talk. Line 542._


    Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd,
    And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard:
    To carry nature lengths unknown before,
    To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.

_Table Talk. Line 556._


    Elegant as simplicity, and warm
    As ecstasy.

_Table Talk. Line 588._


    Low ambition and the thirst of praise.[414-1]

_Table Talk. Line 591._


    Made poetry a mere mechanic art.

_Table Talk. Line 654._


    Nature, exerting an unwearied power,
    Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower;
    Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads
    The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads.

_Table Talk. Line 690._


    Lights of the world, and stars of human race.

_The Progress of Error. Line 97._


    How much a dunce that has been sent to roam
    Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!

_The Progress of Error. Line 415._


    Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,--
    A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew.

_Truth. Line 327._


    The sounding jargon of the schools.[414-2]

_Truth. Line 367._


    When one that holds communion with the skies
    Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise,
    And once more mingles with us meaner things,
    'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

_Charity. Line 435._


    A fool must now and then be right by chance.

_Conversation. Line 96._


    He would not, with a peremptory tone,
    Assert the nose upon his face his own.

_Conversation. Line 121._


    A moral, sensible, and well-bred man
    Will not affront me,--and no other can.

_Conversation. Line 193._


    Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
    Unfriendly to society's chief joys:
    Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
    The sex whose presence civilizes ours.

_Conversation. Line 251._


    I cannot talk with civet in the room,
    A fine puss-gentleman that 's all perfume.

_Conversation. Line 283._


    The solemn fop; significant and budge;
    A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.[415-1]

_Conversation. Line 299._


    His wit invites you by his looks to come,
    But when you knock, it never is at home.[415-2]

_Conversation. Line 303._


    Our wasted oil unprofitably burns,
    Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.[415-3]

_Conversation. Line 357._


    That good diffused may more abundant grow.

_Conversation. Line 443._


    A business with an income at its heels
    Furnishes always oil for its own wheels.

_Retirement. Line 614._


    Absence of occupation is not rest,
    A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.

_Retirement. Line 623._


    An idler is a watch that wants both hands,
    As useless if it goes as if it stands.

_Retirement. Line 681._


    Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn.

_Retirement. Line 688._


                 Philologists, who chase
    A panting syllable through time and space,
    Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark
    To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark.

_Retirement. Line 691._


    I praise the Frenchman,[416-1] his remark was shrewd,--
    How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
    But grant me still a friend in my retreat,
    Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet.

_Retirement. Line 739._


    A kick that scarce would move a horse
      May kill a sound divine.

_The Yearly Distress._


    I am monarch of all I survey,
      My right there is none to dispute.

_Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._


    O Solitude! where are the charms
      That sages have seen in thy face?

_Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._


    But the sound of the church-going bell
      These valleys and rocks never heard;
    Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell,
      Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd.

_Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._


    How fleet is a glance of the mind!
      Compared with the speed of its flight
    The tempest itself lags behind,
      And the swift-winged, arrows of light.

_Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk._


    There goes the parson, O illustrious spark!
    And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk.

_On observing some Names of Little Note._


    But oars alone can ne'er prevail
      To reach the distant coast;
    The breath of heaven must swell the sail,
      Or all the toil is lost.

_Human Frailty._


    And the tear that is wiped with a little address,
    May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

_The Rose._


    'T is Providence alone secures
    In every change both mine and yours.

_A Fable. Moral._


    I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau
    If birds confabulate or no.

_Pairing Time Anticipated._


    Misses! the tale that I relate
      This lesson seems to carry,--
    Choose not alone a proper mate,
      But proper time to marry.

_Pairing Time Anticipated._


    That though on pleasure she was bent,
      She had a frugal mind.

_History of John Gilpin._


    A hat not much the worse for wear.

_History of John Gilpin._


    Now let us sing, Long live the king!
      And Gilpin, Long live he!
    And when he next doth ride abroad,
      May I be there to see!

_History of John Gilpin._


    The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
    Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.

_To an Afflicted Protestant Lady._


    United yet divided, twain at once:
    So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.[417-1]

_The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77._


    Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
    Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
    The tone of languid nature.

_The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 181._


    The earth was made so various, that the mind
    Of desultory man, studious of change
    And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.

_The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 506._


                                Doing good,
    Disinterested good, is not our trade.

_The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 673._


    God made the country, and man made the town.[417-2]

_The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 749._


    Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,[418-1]
    Some boundless contiguity of shade,
    Where rumour of oppression and deceit,
    Of unsuccessful or successful war,
    Might never reach me more.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 1._


                       Mountains interposed
    Make enemies of nations who had else,
    Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 17._


    I would not have a slave to till my ground,
    To carry me, to fan me while I sleep
    And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
    That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29._


    Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
    Receive our air, that moment they are free!
    They touch our country, and their shackles fall.[418-2]

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 40._


    Fast-anchor'd isle.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 151._


    England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
    My country![418-3]

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 206._


    Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
    Of her magnificent and awful cause.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 231._


                            Praise enough
    To fill the ambition of a private man,
    That Chatham's language was his mother tongue.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 235._


    There is a pleasure in poetic pains
    Which only poets know.[419-1]

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 285._


                         Transforms old print
    To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
    Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 363._


                Reading what they never wrote,
    Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work,
    And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 411._


    Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 444._


    Variety 's the very spice of life.[419-2]

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 606._


                       She that asks
    Her dear five hundred friends.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 642._


                                 His head,
    Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er,
    Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth,
    But strong for service still, and unimpair'd.

_The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 702._


    Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
    Of Paradise that has survived the fall!

_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 41._


    Great contest follows, and much learned dust.

_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 161._


    From reveries so airy, from the toil
    Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
    And growing old in drawing nothing up.[419-3]

_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 188._


    How various his employments whom the world
    Calls idle, and who justly in return
    Esteems that busy world an idler too!

_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 352._


    Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.

_The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 566._


    I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free,
    And give them voice and utterance once again.
    Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast,
    Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round,
    And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
    Throws up a steamy column, and the cups
    That cheer but not inebriate[420-1] wait on each,
    So let us welcome peaceful evening in.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 34._


    Which not even critics criticise.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 51._


    What is it but a map of busy life,
    Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns?

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 55._


    And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
    At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
    'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
    To peep at such a world,--to see the stir
    Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86._


    While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
    Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 118._


    O Winter, ruler of the inverted year![420-2]

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 120._


    With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
    Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife,
    And spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 217._


    In indolent vacuity of thought.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 297._


    It seems the part of wisdom.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 336._


    All learned, and all drunk!

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 478._


    Gloriously drunk, obey the important call.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening, Line 510._


                    Those golden times
    And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings,
    And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 514._


    The Frenchman's darling.[421-1]

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 765._


    Some must be great. Great offices will have
    Great talents. And God gives to every man
    The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
    That lifts him into life, and lets him fall
    Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill.

_The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 788._


    Silently as a dream the fabric rose,
    No sound of hammer or of saw was there.[421-2]

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 144._


    But war 's a game which were their subjects wise
    Kings would not play at.

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 187._


    The beggarly last doit.

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 316._


    As dreadful as the Manichean god,
    Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 444._


    He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 733._


                  With filial confidence inspired,
    Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye,
    And smiling say, My Father made them all!

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 745._


    Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor;
    And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

_The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 905._


    There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
    And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased.
    With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
    Some chord in unison with what we hear
    Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
    How soft the music of those village bells
    Falling at intervals upon the ear
    In cadence sweet!

_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1._


                        Here the heart
    May give a useful lesson to the head,
    And Learning wiser grow without his books.

_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85._


    Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much;
    Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
    Books are not seldom talismans and spells.

_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96._


    Some to the fascination of a name
    Surrender judgment hoodwink'd.

_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 101._


    I would not enter on my list of friends
    (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense,
    Yet wanting sensibility) the man
    Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.

_The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 560._


    An honest man, close-button'd to the chin,
    Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within.

_Epistle to Joseph Hill._


    Shine by the side of every path we tread
    With such a lustre, he that runs may read.[422-1]

_Tirocinium. Line 79._


    What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
      How sweet their memory still!
    But they have left an aching void
      The world can never fill.

_Walking with God._


    And Satan trembles when he sees
    The weakest saint upon his knees.

_Exhortation to Prayer._


    God moves in a mysterious way
      His wonders to perform;
    He plants his footsteps in the sea
      And rides upon the storm.

_Light shining out of Darkness._


    Behind a frowning providence
      He hides a shining face.

_Light shining out of Darkness._


    Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day,
    Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away.

_The Needless Alarm. Moral._


    Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd
    With me but roughly since I heard thee last.

_On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture._


    The son of parents pass'd into the skies.

_On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture._


    The man that hails you Tom or Jack,
    And proves, by thumping on your back,[423-1]
      His sense of your great merit,[423-2]
    Is such a friend that one had need
    Be very much his friend indeed
      To pardon or to bear it.

_On Friendship._


    A worm is in the bud of youth,
      And at the root of age.

_Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality._


    Toll for the brave!--
      The brave that are no more!
    All sunk beneath the wave,
      Fast by their native shore!

_On the Loss of the Royal George._


    There is a bird who by his coat,
    And by the hoarseness of his note,
      Might be supposed a crow.

_The Jackdaw._ (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)


    He sees that this great roundabout
    The world, with all its motley rout,
      Church, army, physic, law,
    Its customs and its businesses,
    Is no concern at all of his,
      And says--what says he?--Caw.

_The Jackdaw._ (Translation from Vincent Bourne.)


    For 't is a truth well known to most,
    That whatsoever thing is lost,
    We seek it, ere it come to light,
    In every cranny but the right.

_The Retired Cat._


    He that holds fast the golden mean,[424-1]
    And lives contentedly between
      The little and the great,
    Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
    Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door.

_Translation of Horace. Book ii. Ode x._


    But strive still to be a man before your mother.[424-2]

_Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii._


FOOTNOTES:

[414-1] See Pope, page 314.

[414-2] See Prior, page 287.

[415-1] See Pope, page 331.

[415-2] See Pope, page 336.

[415-3] See Butler, page 213.

    The story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about
    fifteen hundred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of
    Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others.

[416-1] La Bruyère.

[417-1] BUCKINGHAM: _The Rehearsal_ (the two Kings of Brentford).

[417-2] See Bacon, page 167.

[418-1] Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of
    wayfaring men!--_Jeremiah ix. 2._

    Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!--BYRON: _Childe Harold,
    canto iv. stanza 177._

[418-2] Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliæ fines penetraverint
    eodem momento liberi sunt (Foreign slaves, as soon as they come
    within the limits of Gaul, that moment they are free).--BODINUS:
    _Liber i. c. 5._

    Lord Campbell ("Lives of the Chief Justices," vol. ii. p. 418)
    says that "Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine
    that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave."
    The words attributed to Lord Mansfield, however, are not found in
    his judgment. They are in Hargrave's argument, May 14, 1772, where
    he speaks of England as "a soil whose air is deemed too pure for
    slaves to breathe in."--LOFFT: _Reports, p. 2._

[418-3] See Churchill, page 413.

[419-1] See Dryden, page 277.

[419-2] No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety--PUB. SYRUS:
    _Maxim 406._

[419-3] He has spent all his life in letting down buckets into
    empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw
    them up again.--_Lady Holland's Memoir of Sydney Smith, vol. i. p.
    259._

[420-1] See Bishop Berkeley, page 312.

[420-2] See Thomson, page 356.

[421-1] It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the
    mignonette.

[421-2]
    No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung;
    Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.

    HEBER: _Palestine._


    So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron
    heard in the house while it was in building.--_1 Kings vi. 7._

[422-1] Write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he
    may run that readeth it.--_Habakkuk ii. 2._

    He that runs may read.--TENNYSON: _The Flower._

[423-1] See Young, page 312.

[423-2] _Var._ How he esteems your merit.

[424-1] Keep the golden mean.--PUBLIUS SYRUS: _Maxim 1072._

[424-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 199.



ERASMUS DARWIN. 1731-1802.

    Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar
    Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;
    Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear
    The flying chariot through the field of air.

_The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289._


    No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears,
    No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears,
    Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn,
    Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,
    Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows
    Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.



_The Botanic Garden. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 459._



BEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808.

                        In sober state,
    Through the sequestered vale of rural life,
    The venerable patriarch guileless held
    The tenor of his way.[425-1]

_Death. Line 108._


             One murder made a villain,
    Millions a hero. Princes were privileged
    To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[425-2]

_Death. Line 154._


    War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands.

_Death. Line 178._


                      Teach him how to live,
    And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[425-3]

_Death. Line 316._


FOOTNOTES:

[425-1] See Gray, page 385.

[425-2] See Young, page 311.

[425-3] See Tickell, page 313.



GEORGE WASHINGTON. 1732-1799.

     Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of
     celestial fire,--conscience.

_Rule from the Copy-book of Washington when a schoolboy._


     To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of
     preserving peace.[425-4]

_Speech to both Houses of Congress, Jan. 8, 1790._


     'T is our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with
     any portion of the foreign world.

_His Farewell Address._


FOOTNOTES:

[425-4] Qui desiderat pacem præparet bellum (Who would desire
    peace should be prepared for war).--VEGETIUS: _Rei Militari 3,
    Prolog._

    In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello (In peace, as a wise
    man, he should make suitable preparation for war).--HORACE: _Book
    ii. satire ii._



LORD THURLOW. 1732-1806.

     The accident of an accident.

_Speech in Reply to the Duke of Grafton. Butler's Reminiscences, vol. i.
p. 142._


     When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me.[426-1]

_27 Parliamentary History, 680; Annual Register, 1789._


FOOTNOTES:

[426-1] Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat
    coarsely, but not unhappily it must be allowed, "Forget you! He'll
    see you d----d first." Burke also exclaimed, "The best thing that
    could happen to you!"--BROUGHAM: _Statesman of the Time of George
    III._ (_Thurlow._)



JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.

    Then join in hand, brave Americans all!
    By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.

_The Liberty Song_ (1768).


    Our cause is just, our union is perfect.

_Declaration on taking up Arms in 1775._[426-2]


FOOTNOTES:

[426-2] From the original manuscript draft in Dickinson's
    handwriting, which has given rise to the belief that he, not
    Jefferson (as formerly claimed), is the real author of this
    sentence.



W. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788.

    The dews of summer nights did fall,
      The moon, sweet regent of the sky,[426-3]
    Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall
      And many an oak that grew thereby.

_Cumnor Hall._


    For there 's nae luck about the house,
      There 's nae luck at a';
    There 's little pleasure in the house
      When our gudeman 's awa'.

_The Mariner's Wife._[427-1]


    His very foot has music in 't
      As he comes up the stairs.

_The Mariner's Wife._


FOOTNOTES:

[426-3] Jove, thou regent of the skies.--POPE: _The Odyssey, book
    ii. line 42._

    Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.--GAY: _Trivia, book
    iii._

    And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.--DARWIN: _The
    Botanic Garden, part i. canto ii. line 90._

[427-1] "The Mariner's Wife" is now given "by common consent,"
    says Sarah Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765).



JOHN LANGHORNE. 1735-1779.

    Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain,
    Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain;
    Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew,
    The big drops mingling with the milk he drew
    Gave the sad presage of his future years,--
    The child of misery, baptized in tears.[427-2]

_The Country Justice. Part i._


FOOTNOTES:

[427-2] This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the
    field of battle was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under
    which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter
    Scott has mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture
    was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad
    of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where
    the lines were to be found.--LOCKHART: _Life of Scott, vol. i.
    chap. iv._



ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. 1735-1787.

    Hope! thou nurse of young desire.

_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 1._


    There was a jolly miller once,
      Lived on the river Dee;
    He worked and sung from morn till night:
      No lark more blithe than he.

_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2._


    And this the burden of his song
      Forever used to be,--
    I care for nobody, no, not I,
      If no one cares for me.[427-3]

_Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Young fellows will be young fellows.

_Love in a Village. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     Ay, do despise me! I 'm the prouder for it; I like to be
     despised.

_The Hypocrite. Act v. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[427-3]
    If naebody care for me,
    I 'll care for naebody.

    BURNS: _I hae a Wife o' my Ain._



JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803.

    Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb
    The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?

_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 1._


    Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free;
    Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms;
    Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 11._


    Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime.

_The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 25._


    Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
    Where a green grassy turf is all I crave,
    With here and there a violet bestrewn,
    Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave;
    And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave!

_The Minstrel. Book ii. Stanza 17._


    At the close of the day when the hamlet is still,
    And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
    When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill,
    And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove.

_The Hermit._


    He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.

_The Hermit._


    But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn?
    Oh when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?

_The Hermit._


          By the glare of false science betray'd,
    That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.

_The Hermit._


    And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.



_The Hermit._



JOHN ADAMS. 1735-1826.

     Yesterday the greatest question was decided which ever was
     debated in America; and a greater perhaps never was, nor will be,
     decided among men. A resolution was passed without one dissenting
     colony, that those United Colonies are, and of right ought to be,
     free and independent States.

_Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3, 1776._


     The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha
     in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be
     celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary
     festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance,
     by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be
     solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns,
     bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this
     continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore.

_Letter to Mrs. Adams, July 3, 1776._



PATRICK HENRY. 1736-1799.

     Cæsar had his Brutus; Charles the First, his Cromwell; and George
     the Third ["Treason!" cried the Speaker]--_may profit by their
     example_. If _this_ be treason, make the most of it.

_Speech in the Virginia Convention, 1765._


     I am not a Virginian, but an American.[428-1]

_Speech in the Virginia Convention. September, 1774._


     I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the
     lamp of experience. I know no way of judging of the future but by
     the past.[428-2]

_Speech in the Virginia Convention. March, 1775._


     Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price
     of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what
     course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give
     me death!

_Speech in the Virginia Convention. March, 1775._


FOOTNOTES:

[428-1] I was born an American; I will live an American; I shall
    die an American!--WEBSTER: _Speech, July 17, 1850._

[428-2] See Burke, page 411.



EDWARD GIBBON. 1737-1794.

     The reign of Antoninus is marked by the rare advantage of
     furnishing very few materials for history, which is indeed little
     more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of
     mankind.[430-1]

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. iii._


     Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive.

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xi._


     Amiable weaknesses of human nature.[430-2]

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xiv._


     In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to
     contrive, and a hand to execute.[430-3]

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xlviii._


     Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. xlix._


     The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest
     navigators.[430-4]

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxviii._


     Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the
     proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a
     common grave.

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxxi._


     All that is human must retrograde if it do not advance.

_Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire_ (1776). _Chap. lxxi._


     I saw and loved.[430-5]

_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 106._


     On the approach of spring I withdraw without reluctance from the
     noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and
     dissipation without pleasure.

_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 116._


     I was never less alone than when by myself.[431-1]

_Memoirs. Vol. i. p. 117._


FOOTNOTES:

[430-1] L'histoire n'est que le tableau des crimes et des malheurs
    (History is but the record of crimes and misfortunes).--VOLTAIRE:
    _L' Ingénu, chap. x._

[430-2] See Fielding, page 364.

[430-3] See Clarendon, page 255.

[430-4] On dit que Dieu est toujours pour les gros bataillons (It
    is said that God is always on the side of the heaviest
    battalions).--VOLTAIRE: _Letter to M. le Riche. 1770._

    J'ai toujours vu Dieu du coté des gros bataillons (I have always
    noticed that God is on the side of the heaviest battalions).--_De
    la Ferté to Anne of Austria._

[430-5] See Chapman, page 35.

[431-1] Never less alone than when alone.--ROGERS: _Human Life._



THOMAS PAINE. 1737-1809.

     And the final event to himself [Mr. Burke] has been, that, as he
     rose like a rocket, he fell like the stick.

_Letter to the Addressers._


     These are the times that try men's souls.

_The American Crisis. No. 1._


     The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that
     it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the
     sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous
     makes the sublime again.[431-2]

_Age of Reason. Part ii. note._


FOOTNOTES:

[431-2] Probably this is the original of Napoleon's celebrated
    _mot_, "Du sublime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas" (From the
    sublime to the ridiculous there is but one step).



JOHN WOLCOT. 1738-1819.

    What rage for fame attends both great and small!
    Better be damned than mentioned not at all.

_To the Royal Academicians._


    No, let the monarch's bags and others hold
    The flattering, mighty, nay, al-mighty gold.[431-3]

_To Kien Long. Ode iv._


    Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
    And every grin so merry draws one out.

_Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv._


    A fellow in a market town,
    Most musical, cried razors up and down.

_Farewell Odes. Ode iii._


FOOTNOTES:

[431-3] See Jonson, page 178.



MRS. THRALE. 1739-1821.

    The tree of deepest root is found
    Least willing still to quit the ground:
    'T was therefore said by ancient sages,
      That love of life increased with years
    So much, that in our latter stages,
    When pain grows sharp and sickness rages,
      The greatest love of life appears.

_Three Warnings._



CHARLES MORRIS. 1739-1832.

    Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!
    Solid men of Boston, make no long orations![432-1]

_Pitt and Dundas's Return to London from Wimbledon. American Song. From
Lyra Urbanica._


    O give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall!

_Town and Country._


FOOTNOTES:

[432-1]
    Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
    Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations!

    _Billy Pitt and the Farmer. From Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive
    Pieces, vol. ii. p. 250._



A. M. TOPLADY. 1740-1778.

    Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
    Let me hide myself in thee.

_Salvation through Christ._



THOMAS MOSS. 1740-1808.

    Pity the sorrows of a poor old man,
      Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
    Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
      Oh give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.

_The Beggar._


    A pampered menial drove me from the door.[433-1]

_The Beggar._


FOOTNOTES:

[433-1] This line stood originally, "A liveried servant," etc.,
    and was altered as above by Goldsmith.--FORSTER: _Life of
    Goldsmith, vol. i. p. 215_ (fifth edition, 1871).



MRS. BARBAULD. 1743-1825.

    Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
    And souls are ripened in our northern sky.

_The Invitation._


    This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
    And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

_A Summer's Evening Meditation._


     It is to hope, though hope were lost.[433-2]

_Come here, Fond Youth._


      Life! we 've been long together
    Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
      'T is hard to part when friends are dear,--
      Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear;
      Then steal away, give little warning,
        Choose thine own time;
    Say not "Good night," but in some brighter clime
        Bid me "Good morning."

_Life._


    So fades a summer cloud away;
      So sinks the gale when storms are o'er;
    So gently shuts the eye of day;[434-1]
      So dies a wave along the shore.

_The Death of the Virtuous._


     Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance
     sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

_Hymns in Prose. xiii._


FOOTNOTES:

[433-2] Who against hope believed in hope.--_Romans iv. 18._

    Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.--MONTGOMERY: _The
    World before the Flood._

[434-1] See Chaucer, page 6.



THOMAS JEFFERSON. 1743-1826.

     The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.

_Summary View of the Rights of British America._


     When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one
     people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them
     with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the
     separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of
     nature's God[434-2] entitle them, a decent respect to the
     opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes
     which impel them to the separation.

_Declaration of Independence._


     We hold these truths to be self-evident,--that all men are
     created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with
     certain unalienable rights;[434-3] that among these are life,
     liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

_Declaration of Independence._


     We mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our
     sacred honour.

_Declaration of Independence._


     Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to
     combat it.

_First Inaugural Address. March 4, 1801._


     Equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or
     persuasion, religious or political; peace, commerce, and honest
     friendship with all nations,--entangling alliances with none; the
     support of the State governments in all their rights, as the most
     competent administrations for our domestic concerns, and the
     surest bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies; the
     preservation of the general government in its whole
     constitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home
     and safety abroad; . . . freedom of religion; freedom of the
     press; freedom of person under the protection of the habeas
     corpus; and trial by juries impartially selected,--these
     principles form the bright constellation which has gone before
     us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and
     reformation.

_First Inaugural Address. March 4, 1801._


     In the full tide of successful experiment.

_First Inaugural Address. March 4, 1801._


     Of the various executive abilities, no one excited more anxious
     concern than that of placing the interests of our fellow-citizens
     in the hands of honest men, with understanding sufficient for
     their stations.[435-1] No duty is at the same time more difficult
     to fulfil. The knowledge of character possessed by a single
     individual is of necessity limited. To seek out the best through
     the whole Union, we must resort to the information which from the
     best of men, acting disinterestedly and with the purest motives,
     is sometimes incorrect.

_Letter to Elias Shipman and others of New Haven, July 12, 1801._


     If a due participation of office is a matter of right, how are
     vacancies to be obtained? Those by death are few; by resignation,
     none.[435-2]

_Letter to Elias Shipman and others of New Haven, July 12, 1801._


     When a man assumes a public trust, he should consider himself as
     public property.[436-1]

_Life of Jefferson_ (Rayner), _p. 356._


     Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just.

_Notes on Virginia. Query xviii. Manners._


FOOTNOTES:

[434-2] See Bolingbroke, page 304.

[434-3] All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural,
    essential, and unalienable rights.--_Constitution of
    Massachusetts._

[435-1] This passage is thus paraphrased by John B. McMaster in
    his "History of the People of the United States" (ii. 586): "One
    sentence will undoubtedly be remembered till our republic ceases
    to exist. 'No duty the Executive had to perform was so trying,' he
    observed, 'as to put the right man in the right place.'"

[435-2] Usually quoted, "Few die and none resign."

[436-1] See Appendix, page 859.



JOSIAH QUINCY, JR. 1744-1775.

     Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a
     "halter" intimidate. For, under God, we are determined that
     wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make
     our exit, we will die free men.

_Observations on the Boston Port Bill, 1774._



CHARLES DIBDIN. 1745-1814.

    There 's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft,
    To keep watch for the life of poor Jack.

_Poor Jack._


    Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle?
    He was all for love, and a little for the bottle.

_Captain Wattle and Miss Roe._


    His form was of the manliest beauty,
      His heart was kind and soft;
    Faithful below he did his duty,
      But now he 's gone aloft.

_Tom Bowling._


    For though his body 's under hatches,
      His soul has gone aloft.

_Tom Bowling._


    Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly,
      Though winds blew great guns, still he 'd whistle and sing;
    Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly,
      And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king.

_The Sailor's Consolation._[436-2]


FOOTNOTES:

[436-2] A song with this title, beginning, "One night came on a
    hurricane," was written by William Pitt, of Malta, who died in
    1840.



HANNAH MORE. 1745-1833.

    To those who know thee not, no words can paint!
    And those who know thee, know all words are faint!

_Sensibility._


    Since trifles make the sum of human things,
    And half our misery from our foibles springs.

_Sensibility._


    In men this blunder still you find,--
    All think their little set mankind.

_Florio. Part i._


    Small habits well pursued betimes
    May reach the dignity of crimes.

_Florio. Part i._



LORD STOWELL. 1745-1836.

     A dinner lubricates business.

_Life of Johnson_ (Boswell). _Vol. viii. p. 67, note._


     The elegant simplicity of the three per cents.[437-1]

_Lives of the Lord Chancellors_ (Campbell). _Vol. x. Chap. 212._


FOOTNOTES:

[437-1] The sweet simplicity of the three per cents.--DISRAELI
    (Earl Beaconsfield): _Endymion._



SIR WILLIAM JONES. 1746-1794.

    Than all Bocara's vaunted gold,
    Than all the gems of Samarcand.

_A Persian Song of Hafiz._


    Go boldly forth, my simple lay,
    Whose accents flow with artless ease,
    Like orient pearls at random strung.[437-2]

_A Persian Song of Hafiz._


    On parent knees, a naked new-born child,
    Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled;
    So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep,
    Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.

_From the Persian._


    What constitutes a state?
          .      .      .      .      .      .      .
                    Men who their duties know,
    But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain.
          .      .      .      .      .      .      .
    And sovereign law, that state's collected will,
        O'er thrones and globes elate,
    Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.[438-1]

_Ode in Imitation of Alcæus._


    Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven,
    Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.[438-2]

FOOTNOTES:

[437-2]
    'T was he that ranged the words at random flung,
    Pierced the fair pearls and them together strung.

    EASTWICK: _Anvari Suhaili._ (Translated from Firdousi.)

[438-1] Neither walls, theatres, porches, nor senseless equipage,
    make states, but men who are able to rely upon
    themselves.--ARISTIDES: _Orations_ (Jebb's edition), _vol. i._
    (trans. by A. W. Austin).

    By Themistocles alone, or with very few others, does this saying
    appear to be approved, which, though Alcæus formerly had produced,
    many afterwards claimed: "Not stones, nor wood, nor the art of
    artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how to take
    care of themselves, these are cities and walls."--_Ibid. vol. ii._

[438-2] See Coke, page 24.



JOHN LOGAN. 1748-1788.

    Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
      No winter in thy year.

_To the Cuckoo._


    Oh could I fly, I 'd fly with thee!
      We 'd make with joyful wing
    Our annual visit o'er the globe,
      Companions of the spring.



_To the Cuckoo._



JONATHAN M. SEWALL. 1748-1808.

    No pent-up Utica contracts your powers,
    But the whole boundless continent is yours.

_Epilogue to Cato._[439-1]


FOOTNOTES:

[439-1] Written for the Bow Street Theatre, Portsmouth, New
    Hampshire.



JOHN EDWIN. 1749-1790.

    A man's ingress into the world is naked and bare,
    His progress through the world is trouble and care;
    And lastly, his egress out of the world, is nobody knows where.
    If we do well here, we shall do well there:
    I can tell you no more if I preach a whole year.[439-2]

_The Eccentricities of John Edwin_ (second edition), _vol. i. p. 74.
London, 1791._


FOOTNOTES:

[439-2] These lines Edwin offers as heads of a "sermon."
    Longfellow places them in the mouth of "The Cobbler of Hagenau,"
    as a "familiar tune." See "The Wayside Inn, part ii. The Student's
    Tale."



JOHN TRUMBULL. 1750-1831.

    But optics sharp it needs, I ween,
    To see what is not to be seen.

_M^cFingal. Canto i. Line 67._


    But as some muskets so contrive it
    As oft to miss the mark they drive at,
    And though well aimed at duck or plover,
    Bear wide, and kick their owners over.

_M^cFingal. Canto i. Line 93._


        As though there were a tie
    And obligation to posterity.
    We get them, bear them, breed, and nurse:
    What has posterity done for us
    That we, lest they their rights should lose,
    Should trust our necks to gripe of noose?

_M^cFingal. Canto ii. Line 121._


    No man e'er felt the halter draw,
    With good opinion of the law.

_M^cFingal. Canto iii. Line 489._



RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. 1751-1816.

     Illiterate him, I say, quite from your memory.

_The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2._


     'T is safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion.

_The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2._


     A progeny of learning.

_The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2._


     A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of
     diabolical knowledge.

_The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     He is the very pine-apple of politeness!

_The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     If I reprehend anything in this world, it is the use of my
     oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs!

_The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile.

_The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     Too civil by half.

_The Rivals. Act iii. Sc. 4._


     Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last
     people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.

_The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't become a
     young woman.

_The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     We will not anticipate the past; so mind, young people,--our
     retrospection will be all to the future.

_The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?



_The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 2._


     The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only
     spoil it by trying to explain it.

_The Rivals. Act iv. Sc. 3._


     You 're our enemy; lead the way, and we 'll precede.

_The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 1._


     There 's nothing like being used to a thing.[441-1]

_The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3._


     As there are three of us come on purpose for the game, you won't
     be so cantankerous as to spoil the party by sitting out.

_The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3._


     My valour is certainly going! it is sneaking off! I feel it
     oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands!

_The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3._


     I own the soft impeachment.

_The Rivals. Act v. Sc. 3._


     Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts
     as gypsies do stolen children,--disfigure them to make 'em pass
     for their own.[441-2]

_The Critic. Act i. Sc. 1._


     The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous, licentious,
     abominable, infernal-- Not that I ever read them! No, I make it a
     rule never to look into a newspaper.

_The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of
     the two!

_The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2._


     Sheer necessity,--the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to
     invention.

_The Critic. Act i. Sc. 2._


     No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope?

_The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.

_The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Where they _do_ agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful.

_The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne.

_The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, because--it is not yet in
     sight!

_The Critic. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     An oyster may be crossed in love.

_The Critic. Act iii. Sc. 1._


     You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat
     rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.

_School for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Here is the whole set! a character dead at every word.

_School for Scandal. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     I leave my character behind me.

_School for Scandal. Act ii. Sc. 2._


    Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
      Here 's to the widow of fifty;
    Here 's to the flaunting, extravagant quean,
      And here 's to the housewife that 's thrifty!
              Let the toast pass;
              Drink to the lass;
    I 'll warrant she 'll prove an excuse for the glass.

_School for Scandal. Act iii. Sc. 3._


     An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance.

_School for Scandal. Act v. Sc. 1._


     It was an amiable weakness.[442-1]

_School for Scandal. Act v. Sc. 1._


    I ne'er could any lustre see
    In eyes that would not look on me;
    I ne'er saw nectar on a lip
    But where my own did hope to sip.

_The Duenna. Act i. Sc. 2._


    Had I a heart for falsehood framed,
      I ne'er could injure you.

_The Duenna. Act i. Sc. 5._


     Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with
     politics.

_The Duenna. Act ii. Sc. 4._


    While his off-heel, insidiously aside.
    Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.

_Pizarro. The Prologue._


     Such protection as vultures give to lambs.

_Pizarro. Act ii. Sc. 2._


     A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,--by
     deeds, not years.[443-1]

_Pizarro. Act iv. Sc. 1._


     The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his
     jests, and to his imagination for his facts.[443-2]

_Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. Sheridaniana._


    You write with ease to show your breeding,
    But easy writing 's curst hard reading.

_Clio's Protest. Life of Sheridan_ (Moore). _Vol. i. p. 155._


FOOTNOTES:

[441-1] 'T is nothing when you are used to it.--SWIFT: _Polite
    Conversation, iii._

[441-2] See Churchill, page 413.

[442-1] See Fielding, page 364.

[443-1]
    He who grown aged in this world of woe,
    In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life,
    So that no wonder waits him.

    BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 5._


    We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths.--BAILEY:
    _Festus. A Country Town._

    Who well lives, long lives; for this age of ours
    Should not be numbered by years, daies, and hours.

    DU BARTAS: _Days and Weekes. Fourth Day. Book ii._

[443-2] On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa
    mémoire (One may say that his wit shines by the help of his
    memory).--LE SAGE: _Gil Blas, livre iii. chap. xi._



PHILIP FRENEAU. 1752-1832.

    The hunter and the deer a shade.[443-3]

_The Indian Burying-Ground._


    Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
    They took the spear, but left the shield.[443-4]

_To the Memory of the Americans who fell at Eutaw._


FOOTNOTES:

[443-3] This line was appropriated by Campbell in "O'Connor's
    Child."

[443-4]
    When Prussia hurried to the field,
    And snatched the spear, but left the shield.

    SCOTT: _Marmion, Introduction to canto iii._



GEORGE CRABBE. 1754-1832.

    Oh, rather give me commentators plain,
    Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
    Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
    And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.[443-5]

_The Parish Register. Part i. Introduction._


    Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd;
    Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd;
    The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd,
    And ease of heart her every look convey'd.

_The Parish Register. Part ii. Marriages._


    In this fool's paradise he drank delight.[444-1]

_The Borough. Letter xii. Players._


    Books cannot always please, however good;
    Minds are not ever craving for their food.

_The Borough. Letter xxiv. Schools._


    In idle wishes fools supinely stay;
    Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way.

_The Birth of Flattery._


    Cut and come again.

_Tales. Tale vii. The Widow's Tale._


    Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.[444-2]

_Tales. Tale xiv. The Struggles of Conscience._


    But 't was a maxim he had often tried,
    That right was right, and there he would abide.[444-3]

_Tales. Tale xv. The Squire and the Priest._


    'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.

_Tales. Tale xxi. The Learned Boy._


    He tried the luxury of doing good.[444-4]

_Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School._


    To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.[444-5]

_Tales of the Hall. Book iii. Boys at School._


    And took for truth the test of ridicule.[444-6]

_Tales of the Hall. Book viii. The Sisters._


    Time has touched me gently in his race,
    And left no odious furrows in my face.[445-1]

_Tales of the Hall. Book xvii. The Widow._


FOOTNOTES:

[443-5] See Young, page 311.

[444-1] See Appendix, page 858.

[444-2]
    'T is better to have loved and lost,
    Than never to have loved at all.

    TENNYSON: _In Memoriam, xxvii._

[444-3] For right is right, since God is God.--FABER: _The Right
    must win._

[444-4] See Goldsmith, page 394.

[444-5] To sigh, yet feel no pain.--MOORE: _The Blue Stocking._

[444-6] See Appendix, page 394.

[445-1] Touch us gently, Time.--B. W. PROCTER: _Touch us gently,
    Time._

           Time has laid his hand
    Upon my heart, gently.

    LONGFELLOW: _The Golden Legend, iv._



GEORGE BARRINGTON. 1755- ----.

    True patriots all; for be it understood
    We left our country for our country's good.[445-2]

_Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at New South Wales,
Jan. 16, 1796._


FOOTNOTES:

[445-2] See Farquhar, page 305.



HENRY LEE. 1756-1816.

     To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first
     in the hearts of his countrymen.

_Memoirs of Lee. Eulogy on Washington, Dec. 26, 1799._[445-3]


FOOTNOTES:

[445-3] To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace,
    and first in the hearts of his fellow-citizens.--_Resolutions
    presented to the United States' House of Representatives, on the
    Death of Washington, December, 1799._

    The eulogy was delivered a week later. Marshall, in his "Life of
    Washington," vol. v. p. 767, says in a note that these resolutions
    were prepared by Colonel Henry Lee, who was then not in his place
    to read them. General Robert E. Lee, in the Life of his father
    (1869), prefixed to the Report of his father's "Memoirs of the War
    of the Revolution," gives (p. 5) the expression "fellow-citizens;"
    but on p. 52 he says: "But there is a line, a single line, in the
    Works of Lee which would hand him over to immortality, though he
    had never written another: 'First in war, first in peace, and
    first in the hearts of his countrymen' will last while language
    lasts."



J. P. KEMBLE. 1757-1823.

    Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love,
    But--why did you kick me down stairs?[445-4]

_The Panel. Act i. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[445-4] Altered from Bickerstaff's "'T is Well 't is no Worse."
    The lines are also found in Debrett's "Asylum for Fugitive
    Pieces," vol. i. p. 15.



HORATIO NELSON. 1758-1805.

     In the battle off Cape St. Vincent, Nelson gave orders for
     boarding the "San Josef," exclaiming "Westminster Abbey, or
     victory!"

_Life of Nelson_ (Southey). _Vol. i. p. 93._


     England expects every man to do his duty.[446-1]

_Life of Nelson_ (Southey). _Vol. ii. p. 131._


FOOTNOTES:

[446-1] This famous sentence is thus first reported: "Say to the
    fleet, England confides that every man will do his duty." Captain
    Pasco, Nelson's flag-lieutenant, suggested to substitute "expects"
    for "confides," which was adopted. Captain Blackwood, who
    commanded the "Euryalis," says that the correction suggested was
    from "Nelson expects" to "England expects."



ROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796.

    Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
      Her noblest work she classes, O;
    Her 'prentice han' she tried on man,
      And then she made the lasses, O![446-2]

_Green grow the Rashes._


    Some books are lies frae end to end.

_Death and Dr. Hornbook._


    Some wee short hours ayont the twal.

_Death and Dr. Hornbook._


    The best laid schemes o' mice and men
             Gang aft a-gley;
    And leave us naught but grief and pain
             For promised joy.

_To a Mouse._


    When chill November's surly blast
      Made fields and forests bare.

_Man was made to Mourn._


    Man's inhumanity to man
    Makes countless thousands mourn.

_Man was made to Mourn._


    Gars auld claes look amaist as weel 's the new.

_The Cotter's Saturday Night._


    Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.

_The Cotter's Saturday Night._


    He wales a portion with judicious care;
    And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.

_The Cotter's Saturday Night._


    Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise,
    Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.

_The Cotter's Saturday Night._


    From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
      That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
    Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
      "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."[447-1]

_The Cotter's Saturday Night._


    For a' that, and a' that,
    And twice as muckle 's a' that.

_The Jolly Beggars._


    O Life! how pleasant is thy morning,
    Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning!
    Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning,
               We frisk away,
    Like schoolboys at th' expected warning,
               To joy and play.

_Epistle to James Smith._


    Misled by fancy's meteor ray,
               By passion driven;
    But yet the light that led astray
               Was light from heaven.

_The Vision._


    And like a passing thought, she fled
               In light away.

_The Vision._


    Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
    A brother to relieve,--how exquisite the bliss!

_A Winter Night._


    His locked, lettered, braw brass collar
    Showed him the gentleman and scholar.

_The Twa Dogs._


    And there began a lang digression
    About the lords o' the creation.

_The Twa Dogs._


    Oh wad some power the giftie gie us
    To see oursel's as others see us!
    It wad frae monie a blunder free us,
               And foolish notion.

_To a Louse._


    Then gently scan your brother man,
      Still gentler sister woman;
    Though they may gang a kennin' wrang,
      To step aside is human.[448-1]

_Address to the Unco Guid._


    What 's done we partly may compute,
      But know not what 's resisted.

_Address to the Unco Guid._


    Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate
      Full on thy bloom.[448-2]

_To a Mountain Daisy._


    O life! thou art a galling load,
    Along a rough, a weary road,
      To wretches such as I!

_Despondency._


    Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
    Perhaps turn out a sermon.

_Epistle to a Young Friend._


    I waive the quantum o' the sin,
      The hazard of concealing;
    But, och! it hardens a' within,
      And petrifies the feeling!

_Epistle to a Young Friend._


    The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip
      To haud the wretch in order;[448-3]
    But where ye feel your honour grip,
      Let that aye be your border.

_Epistle to a Young Friend._


    An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange
      For Deity offended!

_Epistle to a Young Friend._


    And may you better reck the rede,[448-4]
      Than ever did the adviser!

_Epistle to a Young Friend._


    Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
    Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.

_Flow gently, sweet Afton._


    Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.[449-1]

_Whistle, and I 'll come to ye._


    If naebody care for me,
    I 'll care for naebody.[449-2]

_I hae a Wife o' my Ain._


    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
      And never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
      And days o' lang syne?

_Auld Lang Syne._


    We twa hae run about the braes,
    And pu'd the gowans fine.

_Auld Lang Syne._


    Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
    Hangman of creation, mark!
    Who in widow weeds appears,
    Laden with unhonoured years,
    Noosing with care a bursting purse,
    Baited with many a deadly curse?

_Ode on Mrs. Oswald._


    To make a happy fireside clime
              To weans and wife,--
    That 's the true pathos and sublime
              Of human life.

_Epistle to Dr. Blacklock._


    If there 's a hole in a' your coats,
                I rede ye tent it;
    A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes,
                And, faith, he 'll prent it.

_On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland._


    John Anderson my jo, John,
      When we were first acquent,
    Your locks were like the raven,
      Your bonny brow was brent.

_John Anderson._


    My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here;
    My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.[450-1]

_My Heart 's in the Highlands._


    She is a winsome wee thing,
    She is a handsome wee thing,
    She is a bonny wee thing,
    This sweet wee wife o' mine.

_My Wife 's a Winsome Wee Thing._


    The golden hours on angel wings
      Flew o'er me and my dearie;
    For dear to me as light and life
      Was my sweet Highland Mary.

_Highland Mary._


    But, oh! fell death's untimely frost
      That nipt my flower sae early.

_Highland Mary._


    It 's guid to be merry and wise,[450-2]
    It 's guid to be honest and true,
    It 's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
    And bide by the buff and the blue.

_Here 's a Health to Them that 's Awa'._


    Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
    Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
    Welcome to your gory bed,
              Or to victory!
    Now 's the day and now 's the hour;
    See the front o' battle lour.

_Bannockburn._


    Liberty 's in every blow!
               Let us do or die.[450-3]

_Bannockburn._


    In durance vile[450-4] here must I wake and weep,
    And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.

_Epistle from Esopus to Maria._


    Oh, my luve 's like a red, red rose,
      That 's newly sprung in June;
    Oh, my luve 's like the melodie
      That 's sweetly played in tune.

_A Red, Red Rose._


    Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair.

_Contented wi' Little._


    Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
    Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
    Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet
    To think how monie counsels sweet,
    How monie lengthened sage advices,
    The husband frae the wife despises.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony;
    Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither,--
    They had been fou for weeks thegither.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    The landlady and Tam grew gracious
    Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    The landlord's laugh was ready chorus.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
    O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    But pleasures are like poppies spread,
    You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
    Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
    A moment white, then melts forever.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    Nae man can tether time or tide.[451-1]

_Tam o' Shanter._


    That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,
    What dangers thou canst make us scorn!

_Tam o' Shanter._


    As Tammie glow'red, amazed and curious,
    The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

_Tam o' Shanter._


    But to see her was to love her,[452-1]
    Love but her, and love forever.

_Ae Fond Kiss._


    Had we never loved sae kindly,
    Had we never loved sae blindly,
    Never met or never parted,
    We had ne'er been broken-hearted!

_Ae Fond Kiss._


    To see her is to love her,
      And love but her forever;
    For Nature made her what she is,
      And never made anither!

_Bonny Lesley._


    Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon,
      How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
    How can ye chant, ye little birds,
      And I sae weary fu' o' care?

_The Banks of Doon._


    Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure
    Thrill the deepest notes of woe.

_Sweet Sensibility._


    The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
      The man 's the gowd for a' that.[452-2]

_For a' that and a' that._


    A prince can make a belted knight,
      A marquis, duke, and a' that;
    But an honest man 's aboon his might,
      Guid faith, he maunna fa' that.[452-3]

_For a' that and a' that._


    'T is sweeter for thee despairing
    Than aught in the world beside,--Jessy!

_Jessy._


    Some hae meat and canna eat,
      And some would eat that want it;
    But we hae meat, and we can eat,
      Sae let the Lord be thankit.

_Grace before Meat._


    It was a' for our rightfu' King
      We left fair Scotland's strand.

_A' for our Rightfu' King._[452-4]


    Now a' is done that men can do,
      And a' is done in vain.

_A' for our Rightfu' King._


    He turn'd him right and round about
      Upon the Irish shore,
    And gae his bridle reins a shake,
      With, "Adieu for evermore, my dear,
      And adieu for evermore."[453-1]

_A' for our Rightfu' King._


FOOTNOTES:

[446-2]
            Man was made when Nature was
    But an apprentice, but woman when she
    Was a skilful mistress of her art.

    _Cupid's Whirligig_ (1607).

[447-1] See Fletcher, page 183.

[448-1] See Pope, page 325.

[448-2] See Young, page 309.

[448-3] See Burton, page 193.

[448-4] See Shakespeare, page 129.

[449-1] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198.

[449-2] See Bickerstaff, page 427.

[450-1] These lines from an old song, entitled "The Strong Walls
    of Derry," Burns made a basis for his own beautiful ditty.

[450-2] See Heywood, page 9.

[450-3] See Fletcher, page 183.

[450-4] Durance vile.--W. KENRICK (1766): _Falstaff's Wedding, act
    i. sc. 2._ BURKE: _The Present Discontents._

[451-1] See Heywood, page 10.

[452-1] To know her was to love her.--ROGERS: _Jacqueline, stanza
    1._

[452-2] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp
    can make the metal better.--WYCHERLEY: _The Plaindealer, act. i.
    sc. 1._

[452-3] See Southerne, page 282.

[452-4] This ballad first appeared in Johnson's "Museum," 1796.
    Sir Walter Scott was never tired of hearing it sung.

[453-1] Under the impression that this stanza is ancient, Scott
    has made very free use of it, first in "Rokeby" (1813), and then
    in the "Monastery" (1816). In "Rokeby" he thus introduces the
    verse:--

    He turn'd his charger as he spake,
      Upon the river shore,
    He gave his bridle reins a shake,
      Said, "Adieu for evermore, my love,
      And adieu for evermore."



WILLIAM PITT. 1759-1806.

     Necessity is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of
     slaves.[453-2]

_Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783._


    Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies; and all
    That shared its shelter perish in its fall.

_The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi._


FOOTNOTES:

[453-2] See Milton, page 232.



ANDREW CHERRY. 1762-1812.

    Loud roared the dreadful thunder,
      The rain a deluge showers.

_The Bay of Biscay._


    As she lay, on that day,
    In the bay of Biscay, O!



_The Bay of Biscay._



GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER. 1762-1836.

    On their own merits modest men are dumb.

_Epilogue to the Heir at Law._


    And what 's impossible can't be,
    And never, never comes to pass.

_The Maid of the Moor._


    Three stories high, long, dull, and old,
    As great lords' stories often are.

_The Maid of the Moor._


    Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.

_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen._


                        But when ill indeed,
    E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

_Lodgings for Single Gentlemen._


    When taken,
    To be well shaken.

_The Newcastle Apothecary._


     Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.

_The Poor Gentleman. Act i. Sc. 2._


                O Miss Bailey!
    Unfortunate Miss Bailey!

_Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song._


    'T is a very fine thing to be father-in-law
    To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw!

_Blue Beard. Act ii. Sc. 5._


     I had a soul above buttons.

_Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1._


    Mynheer Vandunck, though he never was drunk,
    Sipped brandy and water gayly.

_Mynheer Vandunck._



JAMES HURDIS. 1763-1801.

    Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.[454-1]

_The Village Curate._


FOOTNOTES:

[454-1] To rise with the lark, and go to bed with the
    lamb.--BRETON: _Court and Country_ (1618; reprint, p. 183).



SAMUEL ROGERS. 1763-1855.

    Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale,
    Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail.

_The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i._


    She was good as she was fair,
    None--none on earth above her!
    As pure in thought as angels are:
    To know her was to love her.[455-1]

_Jacqueline. Stanza 1._


    The good are better made by ill,
    As odours crushed are sweeter still.[455-2]

_Jacqueline. Stanza 3._


    A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
    Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

_Human Life._


    Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
    Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

_Human Life._


    The soul of music slumbers in the shell
    Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
    And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
    A thousand melodies unheard before!

_Human Life._


    Then never less alone than when alone.[455-3]

_Human Life._


    Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
    Loved and still loves,--not dead, but gone before,[455-4]--
    He gathers round him.

_Human Life._


    Mine be a cot beside the hill;
      A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear;
    A willowy brook that turns a mill,
      With many a fall, shall linger near.

_A Wish._


    That very law which moulds a tear
    And bids it trickle from its source,--
    That law preserves the earth a sphere,
    And guides the planets in their course.

_On a Tear._


    Go! you may call it madness, folly;
      You shall not chase my gloom away!
    There 's such a charm in melancholy
      I would not if I could be gay.

_To ----._


    To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.[456-1]

_Pæstum._


    Ward has no heart, they say, but I deny it:
    He has a heart, and gets his speeches by it.

_Epigram._


FOOTNOTES:

[455-1] See Burns, page 452.

    None knew thee but to love thee.--HALLECK: _On the Death of
    Drake._

[455-2] See Bacon, page 165.

[455-3] See Gibbon, page 430.

    Numquam se minus otiosum esse, quam quum otiosus, nec minus solum,
    quam quum solus esset (He is never less at leisure than when at
    leisure, nor less alone than when he is alone).--CICERO: _De
    Officiis, liber iii. c. 1._

[455-4] This is literally from Seneca, _Epistola lxiii. 16._ See
    Matthew Henry, page 283.

[456-1] See Waller, page 221.



JOHN FERRIAR. 1764-1815.

    The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold.

_Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6._


    Now cheaply bought for thrice their weight in gold.

_Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 65._


    Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed
    Of knightly counsel and heroic deed).

_Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 121._


    How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold
    The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!

_Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 137._



ANN RADCLIFFE. 1764-1823.

    Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
    And as the portal opens to receive me,
    A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
    Tells of a nameless deed.[456-2]



FOOTNOTES:

[456-2] These lines form the motto to Mrs. Radcliffe's novel, "The
    Mysteries of Udolpho," and are presumably of her own composition.



ROBERT HALL. 1764-1831.

     His [Burke's] imperial fancy has laid all Nature under tribute,
     and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and
     every walk of art.

_Apology for the Freedom of the Press._


     He [Kippis] might be a very clever man by nature for aught I
     know, but he laid so many books upon his head that his brains
     could not move.

_Gregory's Life of Hall._


     Call things by their right names. . . . Glass of brandy and
     water! That is the current but not the appropriate name: ask for
     a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation.[457-1]

_Gregory's Life of Hall._


FOOTNOTES:

[457-1] See Tourneur, page 34.

    He calls drunkenness an expression identical with ruin.--DIOGENES
    LAERTIUS: _Pythagoras, vi._



THOMAS MORTON. 1764-1838.

     What will Mrs. Grundy say?

_Speed the Plough. Act i. Sc. 1._


     Push on,--keep moving.

_A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1._


     Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed.

_A Cure for the Heartache. Act v. Sc. 2._



SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH. 1765-1832.

     Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself.

_Vindiciæ Gallicæ._


     The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and
     masterly inactivity.

_Vindiciæ Gallicæ._


     Disciplined inaction.

_Causes of the Revolution of 1688. Chap. vii._


     The frivolous work of polished idleness.

_Dissertation on Ethical Philosophy. Remarks on Thomas Brown._



LADY NAIRNE. 1766-1845.

    There 's nae sorrow there, John,
    There 's neither cauld nor care, John,
    The day is aye fair,
        In the land o' the leal.

_The Land o' the Leal._


    Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'.

_Gude Nicht, etc._[458-1]


    Oh, we 're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin';
    Oh, we 're a' noddin' at our house at hame.

_We 're a' Noddin'._


    A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

_The Laird o' Cockpen._


FOOTNOTES:

[458-1] Sir Alexander Boswell composed a version of this song.



ANDREW JACKSON. 1767-1845.

     Our Federal Union: it must be preserved.

_Toast given on the Jefferson Birthday Celebration in 1830._


     You are uneasy; you never sailed with _me_ before, I see.[458-2]

_Life of Jackson_ (Parton). _Vol. iii. p. 493._


FOOTNOTES:

[458-2] A remark made to an elderly gentleman who was sailing with
    Jackson down Chesapeake Bay in an old steamboat, and who exhibited
    a little fear.



JOHN QUINCY ADAMS. 1767-1848.

     Think of your forefathers! Think of your posterity![458-3]

_Speech at Plymouth, Dec. 22, 1802._


     In charity to all mankind, bearing no malice or ill-will to any
     human being, and even compassionating those who hold in bondage
     their fellow-men, not knowing what they do.[458-4]

_Letter to A. Bronson. July 30, 1838._


    This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe,
    For Freedom only deals the deadly blow;
    Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade,
    For gentle peace in Freedom's hallowed shade.[459-1]

_Written in an Album, 1842._


     This is the last of earth! I am content.

_His Last Words, Feb. 21, 1848._


FOOTNOTES:

[458-3] Et majores vestros et posteros cogitate.--TACITUS:
    _Agricola, c. 32. 31._

[458-4] With malice towards none, with charity for all, with
    firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right.--ABRAHAM
    LINCOLN: _Second Inaugural Address._

[459-1] See Sidney, page 264.



DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813.

    You 'd scarce expect one of my age
    To speak in public on the stage;
    And if I chance to fall below
    Demosthenes or Cicero,
    Don't view me with a critic's eye,
    But pass my imperfections by.
    Large streams from little fountains flow,
    Tall oaks from little acorns grow.[459-2]

_Lines written for a School Declamation._


FOOTNOTES:

[459-2] The lofty oak from a small acorn grows.--LEWIS DUNCOMBE
    (1711-1730): _De Minimis Maxima_ (translation).



SYDNEY SMITH. 1769-1845.

     It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
     understanding.[459-3]

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 15._


     That knuckle-end of England,--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
     sulphur.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 17._


     No one minds what Jeffrey says: . . . it is not more than a week
     ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 17._


     We cultivate literature on a little oatmeal.[460-1]

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 23._


     Truth is its [justice's] handmaid, freedom is its child, peace is
     its companion, safety walks in its steps, victory follows in its
     train; it is the brightest emanation from the Gospel; it is the
     attribute of God.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 29._


     It is always right that a man should be able to render a reason
     for the faith that is within him.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 53._


     Avoid shame, but do not seek glory,--nothing so expensive as
     glory.[460-2]

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 88._


     Let every man be occupied, and occupied in the highest employment
     of which his nature is capable, and die with the consciousness
     that he has done his best.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 130._


     Looked as if she had walked straight out of the ark.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 157._


     The Smiths never had any arms, and have invariably sealed their
     letters with their thumbs.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 244._


     Not body enough to cover his mind decently with; his intellect is
     improperly exposed.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 258._


     He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into
     empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw
     them up again.[460-3]

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 259._


     You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil
     and twopence.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 261._


     Ah, you flavour everything; you are the vanilla of society.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262._


     My living in Yorkshire was so far out of the way, that it was
     actually twelve miles from a lemon.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262._


     As the French say, there are three sexes,--men, women, and
     clergymen.[461-1]

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 262._


     To take Macaulay out of literature and society and put him in the
     House of Commons, is like taking the chief physician out of
     London during a pestilence.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 265._


     Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 267._


     "Heat, ma'am!" I said; "it was so dreadful here, that I found
     there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in
     my bones."

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 267._


     Macaulay is like a book in breeches. . . . He has occasional
     flashes of silence, that make his conversation perfectly
     delightful.

_Lady Holland's Memoir. Vol. i. p. 363._


    Serenely full, the epicure would say,
    Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day.[461-2]

_Recipe for Salad. P. 374._


     Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea?--how did
     it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.

_Recipe for Salad. P. 383._


     If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes
     upon a table, of different shapes,--some circular, some
     triangular, some square, some oblong,--and the persons acting
     these parts by bits of wood of similar shapes, we shall generally
     find that the triangular person has got into the square hole, the
     oblong into the triangular, and a square person has squeezed
     himself into the round hole. The officer and the office, the doer
     and the thing done, seldom fit so exactly that we can say they
     were almost made for each other.[461-3]

_Sketches of Moral Philosophy._


     The schoolboy whips his taxed top; the beardless youth manages
     his taxed horse with a taxed bridle on a taxed road; and the
     dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid seven per
     cent, into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent, flings himself
     back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent, and
     expires in the arms of an apothecary who has paid a license of a
     hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death.

_Review of Seybert's Annals of the United States, 1820._


     In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book, or
     goes to an American play, or looks at an American picture or
     statue?

_Review of Seybert's Annals of the United States, 1820._


     Magnificent spectacle of human happiness.

_America. Edinburgh Review, July, 1824._


     In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm [at Sidmouth],
     Dame Partington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door
     of her house with mop and pattens, trundling her mop, squeezing
     out the sea-water, and vigorously pushing away the Atlantic
     Ocean. The Atlantic was roused; Mrs. Partington's spirit was up.
     But I need not tell you that the contest was unequal; the
     Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington.

_Speech at Taunton, 1813._


     Men who prefer any load of infamy, however great, to any pressure
     of taxation, however light.

_On American Debts._


FOOTNOTES:

[459-3] See Walpole, page 389.

[460-1] Mr. Smith, with reference to the "Edinburgh Review," says:
    "The motto I proposed for the 'Review' was 'Tenui musam meditamur
    avena;' but this was too near the truth to be admitted; so we took
    our present grave motto from Publius Syrus, of whom none of us
    had, I am sure, read a single line."

[460-2] A favorite motto, which through life Mr. Smith inculcated
    on his family.

[460-3] See Cowper, page 419.

[461-1] Lord Wharncliffe says, "The well-known sentence, almost a
    proverb, that 'this world consists of men, women, and Herveys,'
    was originally Lady Montagu's."--_Montagu Letters, vol. i. p. 64._

[461-2] See Dryden, p. 273.

[461-3] The right man to fill the right place.--LAYARD: _Speech,
    Jan. 15, 1855._



J. HOOKHAM FRERE. 1769-1846.

    And don't confound the language of the nation
    With long-tailed words in _osity_ and _ation_.

_The Monks and the Giants. Canto i. Line 6._


     A sudden thought strikes me,--let us swear an eternal
     friendship.[462-1]

_The Rovers. Act i. Sc. 1._


FOOTNOTES:

[462-1] See Otway, page 280.

    My fair one, let us swear an eternal friendship.--MOLIÈRE: _Le
    Bourgeois Gentilhomme, act iv. sc. 1._



DUKE OF WELLINGTON. 1769-1852.

     Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a
     battle won.

_Despatch, 1815._


     It is very true that I have said that I considered Napoleon's
     presence in the field equal to forty thousand men in the balance.
     This is a very loose way of talking; but the idea is a very
     different one from that of his presence at a battle being equal
     to a reinforcement of forty thousand men.

_Mem. by the Duke,_[463-1] _Sept. 18, 1836._


     Circumstances over which I have no control.[463-2]

     I never saw so many shocking bad hats in my life.[463-3]

_Upon seeing the first Reformed Parliament._


     There is no mistake; there has been no mistake; and there shall
     be no mistake.[463-4]

_Letter to Mr. Huskisson._


FOOTNOTES:

[463-1] STANHOPE: _Conversations with the Duke of Wellington, p.
    81._

[463-2] This phrase was first used by the Duke of Wellington in a
    letter, about 1839 or 1840.--SALA: _Echoes of the Week, in London
    Illustrated News, Aug. 23, 1884._ Greville, _Mem., ch. ii._
    (1823), gives an earlier instance.

[463-3] Sir William Fraser, in "Words on Wellington" (1889), p.
    12, says this phrase originated with the Duke. Captain Gronow, in
    his "Recollections," says it originated with the Duke of York,
    second son of George III., about 1817.

[463-4] This gave rise to the slang expression, "And no
    mistake."--_Words on Wellington, p. 122._



JOHN TOBIN. 1770-1804.

    The man that lays his hand upon a woman,
    Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch
    Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward.

_The Honeymoon. Act ii. Sc. 1._


                           She 's adorned
    Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely,--
    The truest mirror that an honest wife
    Can see her beauty in.



_The Honeymoon. Act iii. Sc. 4._



GEORGE CANNING. 1770-1827.

    Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir.

_The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder._


    I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first.

_The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-Grinder._


    So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides
    The Derby dilly, carrying _three_ INSIDES.

_The Loves of the Triangles. Line 178._


    And finds, with keen, discriminating sight,
    Black 's not so black,--nor white so _very_ white.

_New Morality._


    Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
    Bold I can meet,--perhaps may turn his blow!
    But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
    Save, save, oh save me from the _candid friend_![464-1]

_New Morality._


     I called the New World into existence to redress the balance of
     the Old.

_The King's Message, Dec. 12, 1826._


    No, here 's to the pilot that weathered the storm!

_The Pilot that weathered the Storm._


FOOTNOTES:

[464-1] "Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my
    enemies." The French _Ana_ assign to Maréchal Villars this
    aphorism when taking leave of Louis XIV.



WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER. 1770-1834.

    Too late I stayed,--forgive the crime!
      Unheeded flew the hours;
    How noiseless falls the foot of time[464-2]
      That only treads on flowers.

_Lines to Lady A. Hamilton._


FOOTNOTES:

[464-2] See Shakespeare, page 74.



JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.

    Hail, Columbia! happy land!
    Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
      Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
      Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause,
    And when the storm of war was gone,
    Enjoyed the peace your valor won.
      Let independence be our boast,
      Ever mindful what it cost;
      Ever grateful for the prize,
      Let its altar reach the skies!

_Hail, Columbia!_



WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.[465-1] 1770-1850.

                          Oh, be wiser thou!
    Instructed that true knowledge leads to love.

_Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree._


    And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
    And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

_Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41._


    Action is transitory,--a step, a blow;
    The motion of a muscle, this way or that.

_The Borderers. Act iii._


    Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on,
    Through words and things, a dim and perilous way.[465-2]

_The Borderers. Act iv. Sc. 2._


                    A simple child
    That lightly draws its breath,
    And feels its life in every limb,
    What should it know of death?

_We are Seven._


    O Reader! Had you in your mind
    Such stores as silent thought can bring,
    O gentle Reader! you would find
    A tale in everything.

_Simon Lee._


    I 've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds
    With coldness still returning;
    Alas! the gratitude of men
    Hath oftener left me mourning.

_Simon Lee._


    In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
    Bring sad thoughts to the mind.

_Lines written in Early Spring._


    And 't is my faith, that every flower
    Enjoys the air it breathes.

_Lines written in Early Spring._


    Nor less I deem that there are Powers
    Which of themselves our minds impress;
    That we can feed this mind of ours
    In a wise passiveness.

_Expostulation and Reply._


    Up! up! my friend, and quit your books,
    Or surely you 'll grow double!
    Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks!
    Why all this toil and trouble?

_The Tables Turned._


    Come forth into the light of things,
    Let Nature be your teacher.

_The Tables Turned._


    One impulse from a vernal wood
    May teach you more of man,
    Of moral evil and of good,
    Than all the sages can.

_The Tables Turned._


    The bane of all that dread the Devil.



_The Idiot Boy._


                              Sensations sweet,
    Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


        That best portion of a good man's life,--
    His little, nameless, unremembered acts
    Of kindness and of love.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


                    That blessed mood,
    In which the burden of the mystery,
    In which the heavy and the weary weight
    Of all this unintelligible world,
    Is lightened.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


                                   The fretful stir
    Unprofitable, and the fever of the world
    Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


                    The sounding cataract
    Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock,
    The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
    Their colours and their forms, were then to me
    An appetite,--a feeling and a love,
    That had no need of a remoter charm
    By thoughts supplied, nor any interest
    Unborrowed from the eye.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


                  But hearing oftentimes
    The still, sad music of humanity.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


                           A sense sublime
    Of something far more deeply interfused,
    Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
    And the round ocean and the living air
    And the blue sky, and in the mind of man,--
    A motion and a spirit, that impels
    All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
    And rolls through all things.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


    Knowing that Nature never did betray
    The heart that loved her.



_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


    Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
    The dreary intercourse of daily life.

_Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey._


    Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel
    No self-reproach.

_The Old Cumberland Beggar._


    As in the eye of Nature he has lived,
    So in the eye of Nature let him die!

_The Old Cumberland Beggar._


    There 's something in a flying horse,
    There 's something in a huge balloon.

_Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 1._


    The common growth of Mother Earth
    Suffices me,--her tears, her mirth,
    Her humblest mirth and tears.

_Peter Bell. Prologue. Stanza 27._


    Full twenty times was Peter feared,
    For once that Peter was respected.

_Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 3._


    A primrose by a river's brim
    A yellow primrose was to him,
    And it was nothing more.

_Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 12._


    The soft blue sky did never melt
    Into his heart; he never felt
    The witchery of the soft blue sky!

_Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 15._


    On a fair prospect some have looked,
    And felt, as I have heard them say,
    As if the moving time had been
    A thing as steadfast as the scene
    On which they gazed themselves away.

_Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 16._


    As if the man had fixed his face,
    In many a solitary place,
    Against the wind and open sky!

_Peter Bell. Part i. Stanza 26._[468-1]


    One of those heavenly days that cannot die.

_Nutting._


    She dwelt among the untrodden ways
      Beside the springs of Dove,--
    A maid whom there were none to praise
      And very few to love.

_She dwelt among the untrodden ways._


    A violet by a mossy stone
      Half hidden from the eye;
    Fair as a star, when only one
      Is shining in the sky.

_She dwelt among the untrodden ways._


    She lived unknown, and few could know
      When Lucy ceased to be;
    But she is in her grave, and oh
      The difference to me!

_She dwelt among the untrodden ways._


    The stars of midnight shall be dear
    To her; and she shall lean her ear
      In many a secret place
    Where rivulets dance their wayward round,
    And beauty born of murmuring sound
      Shall pass into her face.

_Three years she grew in Sun and Shower._


    May no rude hand deface it,
    And its forlorn _hic jacet!_

_Ellen Irwin._


    She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
    And humble cares, and delicate fears;
    A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
      And love and thought and joy.

_The Sparrow's Nest._


    The child is father of the man.[469-1]

_My heart leaps up when I behold._


        The cattle are grazing,
        Their heads never raising;
    There are forty feeding like one!

_The Cock is crowing._


    Sweet childish days, that were as long
    As twenty days are now.

_To a Butterfly. I 've watched you now a full half-hour._


    Often have I sighed to measure
    By myself a lonely pleasure,--
    Sighed to think I read a book,
    Only read, perhaps, by me.

_To the Small Celandine._


    As high as we have mounted in delight,
    In our dejection do we sink as low.

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 4._


    But how can he expect that others should
    Build for him, sow for him, and at his call
    Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 6._


    I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous boy,
    The sleepless soul that perished in his pride;
    Of him who walked in glory and in joy,
    Following his plough, along the mountain-side.
    By our own spirits we are deified;
    We Poets in our youth begin in gladness,
    But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 7._


    That heareth not the loud winds when they call,
    And moveth all together, if it moves at all.

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 11._


    Choice word and measured phrase above the reach
    Of ordinary men.

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 14._


    And mighty poets in their misery dead.

_Resolution and Independence. Stanza 17._


    Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
    The river glideth at his own sweet will;
    Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
    And all that mighty heart is lying still!

_Earth has not anything to show more fair._


    The holy time is quiet as a nun
    Breathless with adoration.



_It is a beauteous Evening._


    Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade
    Of that which once was great is passed away.

_On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic._


                        Thou has left behind
    Powers that will work for thee,--air, earth, and skies!
    There 's not a breathing of the common wind
    That will forget thee; thou hast great allies;
    Thy friends are exultations, agonies,
    And love, and man's unconquerable mind.[471-1]

_To Toussaint L' Ouverture._


    One that would peep and botanize
    Upon his mother's grave.

_A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 5._


    He murmurs near the running brooks
    A music sweeter than their own.

_A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 10._


    And you must love him, ere to you
    He will seem worthy of your love.

_A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 11._


    The harvest of a quiet eye,
    That broods and sleeps on his own heart.

_A Poet's Epitaph. Stanza 13._


    Yet sometimes, when the secret cup
    Of still and serious thought went round,
    It seemed as if he drank it up,
    He felt with spirit so profound.

_Matthew._


    My eyes are dim with childish tears,
    My heart is idly stirred,
    For the same sound is in my ears
    Which in those days I heard.

_The Fountain._


    A happy youth, and their old age
    Is beautiful and free.

_The Fountain._


    And often, glad no more,
    We wear a face of joy because
    We have been glad of yore.

_The Fountain._


    The sweetest thing that ever grew
    Beside a human door.

_Lucy Gray. Stanza 2._


         A youth to whom was given
    So much of earth, so much of heaven.

_Ruth._


    Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
    Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.

_The Brothers._


    Something between a hindrance and a help.

_Michael._


    Drink, pretty creature, drink!

_The Pet Lamb._


                        Lady of the Mere,
    Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

_A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags._


    And he is oft the wisest man
      Who is not wise at all.

_The Oak and the Broom._


    "A jolly place," said he, "in times of old!
    But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."

_Hart-leap Well. Part ii._


    Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

_Hart-leap Well. Part ii._


    Never to blend our pleasure or our pride
    With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

_Hart-leap Well. Part ii._


    Plain living and high thinking are no more.
    The homely beauty of the good old cause
    Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,
    And pure religion breathing household laws.

_O Friend! I know not which way I must look._


    Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour:
    England hath need of thee!
          .      .      .      .      .      .
    Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart:
    So didst thou travel on life's common way
    In cheerful godliness.

_London, 1802._


    We must be free or die who speak the tongue
    That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold
    Which Milton held.

_It is not to be thought of._


    A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.



_Stanzas written in Thomson's Castle of Indolence._


    We meet thee, like a pleasant thought,
    When such are wanted.

_To the Daisy._


    The poet's darling.

_To the Daisy._


    Thou unassuming commonplace
    Of Nature.

_To the same Flower._


    Oft on the dappled turf at ease
    I sit, and play with similes,
    Loose type of things through all degrees.

_To the same Flower._


    Sweet Mercy! to the gates of heaven
    This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven;
    The rueful conflict, the heart riven
      With vain endeavour,
    And memory of Earth's bitter leaven
      Effaced forever.

_Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith._


    The best of what we do and are,
      Just God, forgive!

_Thoughts suggested on the Banks of the Nith._


    For old, unhappy, far-off things,
    And battles long ago.

_The Solitary Reaper._


    Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain
    That has been, and may be again.

_The Solitary Reaper._


    The music in my heart I bore
    Long after it was heard no more.

_The Solitary Reaper._


    Yon foaming flood seems motionless as ice;
    Its dizzy turbulence eludes the eye,
    Frozen by distance.

_Address to Kilchurn Castle._


    A famous man is Robin Hood,
    The English ballad-singer's joy.

_Rob Roy's Grave._


           Because the good old rule
    Sufficeth them,--the simple plan,
    That they should take who have the power,
           And they should keep who can.



_Rob Roy's Grave._


    The Eagle, he was lord above,
      And Rob was lord below.

_Rob Roy's Grave._


    A brotherhood of venerable trees.

_Sonnet composed at ---- Castle._


    Let beeves and home-bred kine partake
    The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;
    The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
    Float double, swan and shadow!

_Yarrow Unvisited._


               Every gift of noble origin
    Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath.

_These Times strike Monied Worldlings._


    A remnant of uneasy light.

_The Matron of Jedborough._


    Oh for a single hour of that Dundee
    Who on that day the word of onset gave![474-1]

_Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky._


    O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
    Or but a wandering voice?

_To the Cuckoo._


    She was a phantom of delight
    When first she gleamed upon my sight,
    A lovely apparition, sent
    To be a moment's ornament;
    Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
    Like twilights too her dusky hair,
    But all things else about her drawn
    From May-time and the cheerful dawn.

_She was a Phantom of Delight._


    A creature not too bright or good
    For human nature's daily food;
    For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
    Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

_She was a Phantom of Delight._


    The reason firm, the temperate will,
    Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
    A perfect woman, nobly planned,
    To warn, to comfort, and command.

_She was a Phantom of Delight._


                      That inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude.

_I wandered lonely._


    To be a Prodigal's favourite,--then, worse truth,
    A Miser's pensioner,--behold our lot!

_The Small Celandine._


    Stern Daughter of the Voice of God![475-1]

_Ode to Duty._


               A light to guide, a rod
    To check the erring, and reprove.

_Ode to Duty._


    Give unto me, made lowly wise,
    The spirit of self-sacrifice;
    The confidence of reason give,
    And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live!

_Ode to Duty._


    The light that never was, on sea or land;
    The consecration, and the Poet's dream.

_Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm. Stanza 4._


    Shalt show us how divine a thing
    A woman may be made.

_To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature._


    But an old age serene and bright,
    And lovely as a Lapland night,
      Shall lead thee to thy grave.

_To a Young Lady. Dear Child of Nature._


                     Where the statue stood
    Of Newton, with his prism and silent face,
    The marble index of a mind forever
    Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.

_The Prelude. Book iii._


                     Another morn
    Risen on mid-noon.[476-1]

_The Prelude. Book vi._


    Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,
    But to be young was very heaven!

_The Prelude. Book xi._


    The budding rose above the rose full blown.

_The Prelude. Book xi._


                             There is
    One great society alone on earth:
    The noble living and the noble dead.

_The Prelude. Book xi._


    Who, doomed to go in company with Pain
    And Fear and Bloodshed,--miserable train!--
    Turns his necessity to glorious gain.

_Character of the Happy Warrior._


    Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves
    Of their bad influence, and their good receives.

_Character of the Happy Warrior._


    But who, if he be called upon to face
    Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined
    Great issues, good or bad for humankind,
    Is happy as a lover.

_Character of the Happy Warrior._


    And through the heat of conflict keeps the law
    In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.

_Character of the Happy Warrior._


    Whom neither shape of danger can dismay,
    Nor thought of tender happiness betray.

_Character of the Happy Warrior._


    Like,--but oh how different!

_Yes, it was the Mountain Echo._


    The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
    Little we see in Nature that is ours.

_Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii._


              Great God! I 'd rather be
    A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,
    So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
    Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
    Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
    Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

_Miscellaneous Sonnets. Part i. xxxiii._


    Maidens withering on the stalk.[477-1]

_Personal Talk. Stanza 1._


                           Sweetest melodies
    Are those that are by distance made more sweet.[477-2]

_Personal Talk. Stanza 2._


    Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
    Are a substantial world, both pure and good.
    Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
    Our pastime and our happiness will grow.

_Personal Talk. Stanza 3._


    The gentle Lady married to the Moor,
    And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb.

_Personal Talk. Stanza 3._


    Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
    Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares!--
    The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs
    Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays.

_Personal Talk. Stanza 4._


    A power is passing from the earth.

_Lines on the expected Dissolution of Mr. Fox._


    The rainbow comes and goes,
    And lovely is the rose.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2._


        The sunshine is a glorious birth;
        But yet I know, where'er I go,
    That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 2._


    Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5._


    Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
    The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
        Hath had elsewhere its setting,
          And cometh from afar.
        Not in entire forgetfulness,
        And not in utter nakedness,
    But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
        From God, who is our home:
    Heaven lies about us in our infancy.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5._


    At length the man perceives it die away,
    And fade into the light of common day.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 5._


    The thought of our past years in me doth breed
    Perpetual benediction.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9._


              Those obstinate questionings
        Of sense and outward things,
        Fallings from us, vanishings,
        Blank misgivings of a creature
    Moving about in worlds not realized,
    High instincts before which our mortal nature
    Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9._


                Truths that wake,
    To perish never.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9._


        Though inland far we be,
    Our souls have sight of that immortal sea
        Which brought us hither.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 9._


    Though nothing can bring back the hour
    Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 10._


    In years that bring the philosophic mind.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 10._


    The clouds that gather round the setting sun
    Do take a sober colouring from an eye
    That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11._


    To me the meanest flower that blows can give
    Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

_Ode. Intimations of Immortality. Stanza 11._


    Two voices are there: one is of the sea,
    One of the mountains,--each a mighty voice.

_Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland._


    Earth helped him with the cry of blood.[478-1]

_Song at the Feast of Broughton Castle._


    The silence that is in the starry sky.

_Song at the Feast of Broughton Castle._


    The monumental pomp of age
    Was with this goodly personage;
    A stature undepressed in size,
    Unbent, which rather seemed to rise
    In open victory o'er the weight
    Of seventy years, to loftier height.

_The White Doe of Rylstone. Canto iii._


    "What is good for a bootless bene?"
    With these dark words begins my tale;
    And their meaning is, Whence can comfort spring
    When prayer is of no avail?

_Force of Prayer._


    A few strong instincts, and a few plain rules.

_Alas! what boots the long laborious Quest?_


    Of blessed consolations in distress.

_Preface to the Excursion._ (Edition, 1814.)


    The vision and the faculty divine;
    Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

_The Excursion. Book i._


    The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.

_The Excursion. Book i._


                 That mighty orb of song,
    The divine Milton.

_The Excursion. Book i._


                         The good die first,[479-1]
    And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust
    Burn to the socket.

_The Excursion. Book i._


    This dull product of a scoffer's pen.

_The Excursion. Book ii._


    With battlements that on their restless fronts
    Bore stars.

_The Excursion. Book ii._


    Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop
    Than when we soar.

_The Excursion. Book iii._


    Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

_The Excursion. Book iii._


           Monastic brotherhood, upon rock
    Aerial.

_The Excursion. Book iii._


    The intellectual power, through words and things,
    Went sounding on a dim and perilous way![480-1]

_The Excursion. Book iii._


    Society became my glittering bride,
    And airy hopes my children.

_The Excursion. Book iii._


    And the most difficult of tasks to keep
    Heights which the soul is competent to gain.

_The Excursion. Book iv._


    There is a luxury in self-dispraise;
    And inward self-disparagement affords
    To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

_The Excursion. Book iv._


        Recognizes ever and anon
    The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

_The Excursion. Book iv._


                       Pan himself,
    The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!

_The Excursion. Book iv._


                       I have seen
    A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
    Of inland ground, applying to his ear
    The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell,
    To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
    Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
    Brightened with joy, for from within were heard
    Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed
    Mysterious union with his native sea.[480-2]

_The Excursion. Book iv._


    So build we up the being that we are.

_The Excursion. Book iv._


        One in whom persuasion and belief
    Had ripened into faith, and faith become
    A passionate intuition.

_The Excursion. Book iv._


    Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."[481-1]

_The Excursion. Book vi._


    Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,
    Could field or grove, could any spot of earth,
    Show to his eye an image of the pangs
    Which it hath witnessed,--render back an echo
    Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

_The Excursion. Book vi._


                   And when the stream
    Which overflowed the soul was passed away,
    A consciousness remained that it had left
    Deposited upon the silent shore
    Of memory images and precious thoughts
    That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

_The Excursion. Book vii._


    Wisdom married to immortal verse.[481-2]

_The Excursion. Book vii._


    A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays
    And confident to-morrows.

_The Excursion. Book vii._


    The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
    The charities that soothe and heal and bless
    Are scattered at the feet of man like flowers.

_The Excursion. Book ix._


                By happy chance we saw
    A twofold image: on a grassy bank
    A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood
    Another and the same![481-3]

_The Excursion. Book ix._


                           The gods approve
    The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

_Laodamia._


                                    Mightier far
    Than strength of nerve or sinew, or the sway
    Of magic potent over sun and star,
    Is Love, though oft to agony distrest,
    And though his favorite seat be feeble woman's breast.

_Laodamia._


    Elysian beauty, melancholy grace,
    Brought from a pensive though a happy place.

_Laodamia._


    He spake of love, such love as spirits feel
    In worlds whose course is equable and pure;
    No fears to beat away, no strife to heal,--
    The past unsighed for, and the future sure.

_Laodamia._


    Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there
    In happier beauty; more pellucid streams,
    An ampler ether, a diviner air,
    And fields invested with purpureal gleams.

_Laodamia._


    Yet tears to human suffering are due;
    And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown
    Are mourned by man, and not by man alone.

_Laodamia._


    But shapes that come not at an earthly call
    Will not depart when mortal voices bid.

_Dion._


    But thou that didst appear so fair
      To fond imagination,
    Dost rival in the light of day
      Her delicate creation.

_Yarrow Visited._


    'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
    Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind
    Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
    And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

_Weak is the Will of Man._


    We bow our heads before Thee, and we laud
    And magnify thy name Almighty God!
    But man is thy most awful instrument
    In working out a pure intent.



_Ode. Imagination before Content._


    Sad fancies do we then affect,
    In luxury of disrespect
    To our own prodigal excess
    Of too familiar happiness.

_Ode to Lycoris._


    That kill the bloom before its time,
    And blanch, without the owner's crime,
    The most resplendent hair.

_Lament of Mary Queen of Scots._


    The sightless Milton, with his hair
    Around his placid temples curled;
    And Shakespeare at his side,--a freight,
    If clay could think and mind were weight,
    For him who bore the world!

_The Italian Itinerant._


    Meek Nature's evening comment on the shows
    That for oblivion take their daily birth
    From all the fuming vanities of earth.

_Sky-Prospect from the Plain of France._


    Turning, for them who pass, the common dust
    Of servile opportunity to gold.

_Desultory Stanza._


                            Babylon,
    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,
    Nor leaves her speech one word to aid the sigh
    That would lament her.

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part i. xxv. Missions and Travels._


    As thou these ashes, little brook, wilt bear
    Into the Avon, Avon to the tide
    Of Severn, Severn to the narrow seas,
    Into main ocean they, this deed accursed
    An emblem yields to friends and enemies
    How the bold teacher's doctrine, sanctified
    By truth, shall spread, throughout the world dispersed.[483-1]

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part ii. xvii. To Wickliffe._


                        The feather, whence the pen
    Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men,
    Dropped from an angel's wing.[484-1]

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives._


    Meek Walton's heavenly memory.

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. v. Walton's Book of Lives._


    But who would force the soul tilts with a straw
    Against a champion cased in adamant.

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. vii. Persecution of the Scottish
Covenanters._


                       Where music dwells
    Lingering and wandering on as loth to die,
    Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof
    That they were born for immortality.

_Ecclesiastical Sonnets. Part iii. xliii. Inside of King's Chapel,
Cambridge._


    Or shipwrecked, kindles on the coast
    False fires, that others may be lost.

_To the Lady Fleming._


    But hushed be every thought that springs
    From out the bitterness of things.

_Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G. H. B._


                          To the solid ground
    Of Nature trusts the mind that builds for aye.

_A Volant Tribe of Bards on Earth._


    Soft is the music that would charm forever;
    The flower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly.

_Not Love, not War._


    True beauty dwells in deep retreats,
      Whose veil is unremoved
    Till heart with heart in concord beats,
      And the lover is beloved.

_To ----. Let other Bards of Angels sing._


    Type of the wise who soar but never roam,
    True to the kindred points of heaven and home.

_To a Skylark._


    A Briton even in love should be
    A subject, not a slave!

_Ere with Cold Beads of Midnight Dew._


    Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned,
    Mindless of its just honours; with this key
    Shakespeare unlocked his heart.[485-1]

_Scorn not the Sonnet._


                    And when a damp
    Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
    The thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
    Soul-animating strains,--alas! too few.

_Scorn not the Sonnet._


    But he is risen, a later star of dawn.

_A Morning Exercise._


    Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

_A Morning Exercise._


              When his veering gait
    And every motion of his starry train
    Seem governed by a strain
    Of music, audible to him alone.

_The Triad._


    Alas! how little can a moment show
    Of an eye where feeling plays
    In ten thousand dewy rays:
    A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!

_The Triad._


    Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

_On the Power of Sound. xii._


    The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift,
    That no philosophy can lift.

_Presentiments._


    Nature's old felicities.

_The Trosachs._


    Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower
    Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour
    Have passed away; less happy than the one
    That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove
    The tender charm of poetry and love.

_Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833. xxxvii._


    Small service is true service while it lasts.
    Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:
    The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,
    Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.

_To a Child. Written in her Album._


    Since every mortal power of Coleridge
    Was frozen at its marvellous source,
    The rapt one, of the godlike forehead,
    The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
    And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
    Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

_Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg._


    How fast has brother followed brother,
    From sunshine to the sunless land!

_Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg._


    Those old credulities, to Nature dear,
    Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock
    Of history?



_Memorials of a Tour in Italy. iv._


    How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?
    Because the lovely little flower is free
    Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

_A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School._


    Minds that have nothing to confer
      Find little to perceive.

_Yes, Thou art Fair._


FOOTNOTES:

[465-1] Coleridge said to Wordsworth ("Memoirs" by his nephew,
    vol. ii. p. 74), "Since Milton, I know of no poet with so many
    _felicities_ and unforgettable lines and stanzas as you."

[465-2]
    The intellectual power, through words and things,
    Went sounding on a dim and perilous way!

    _The Excursion, book iii._

[468-1] The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the following
    as the fourth stanza from the end of Part i., which was omitted in
    all subsequent editions:--

           Is it a party in a parlour?
    Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,--
    Some sipping punch, some sipping tea,
    But, as you by their faces see,
    All silent and all damned.

[469-1] See Milton, page 241.

[471-1] See Gray, page 382.

[474-1] It was on this occasion [the failure in energy of Lord Mar
    at the battle of Sheriffmuir] that Gordon of Glenbucket made the
    celebrated exclamation, "Oh for an hour of Dundee!"--MAHON:
    _History of England, vol. i. p. 184._

    Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
    The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!

    BYRON: _Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 12._

[475-1] See Milton, page 239.

[476-1] See Milton, page 235.

[477-1] See Shakespeare, page 57.

[477-2] See Collins, page 390.

[478-1] This line is from Sir John Beaumont's "Battle of Bosworth
    Field."

[479-1] Heaven gives its favourites--early death.--BYRON: _Childe
    Harold, canto iv. stanza 102._ Also _Don Juan, canto iv. stanza
    12._

                  Quem Di diligunt
        Adolescens moritur
    (He whom the gods favor dies in youth).

    PLAUTUS: _Bacchides, act iv. sc. 7._

[480-1] See page 465.

[480-2]
    But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue;
           .       .       .       .       .
    Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
    Its polisht lips to your attentive ear,
    And it remembers its august abodes,
    And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.

    LANDOR: _Gebir, book v._

[481-1] An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches
    in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be
    referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the
    sky and stars.--COLERIDGE: _The Friend, No. 14._

[481-2] See Milton, page 249.

[481-3] Another and the same.--DARWIN: _The Botanic Garden._

[483-1] In obedience to the order of the Council of Constance
    (1415), the remains of Wickliffe were exhumed and burned to ashes,
    and these cast into the Swift, a neighbouring brook running hard
    by; and "thus this brook hath conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon
    into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main
    ocean. And thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his
    doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over."--FULLER:
    _Church history, sect. ii. book iv. paragraph 53._

    What Heraclitus would not laugh, or what Democritus would not
    weep? . . . For though they digged up his body, burned his bones,
    and drowned his ashes, yet the word of God and truth of his
    doctrine, with the fruit and success thereof, they could not
    burn.--FOX: _Book of Martyrs, vol. i. p. 606_ (edition, 1641).

    "Some prophet of that day said,--

    "'The Avon to the Severn runs,
       The Severn to the sea;
     And Wickliffe's dust shall spread abroad
       Wide as the waters be.'"

    DANIEL WEBSTER: _Address before the Sons of New Hampshire, 1849._


    These lines are similarly quoted by the Rev. John Cumming in the
    "Voices of the Dead."

[484-1]
    The pen wherewith thou dost so heavenly sing
    Made of a quill from an angel's wing.

    HENRY CONSTABLE: _Sonnet._


                          Whose noble praise
    Deserves a quill pluckt from an angel's wing.

    DOROTHY BERRY: _Sonnet._

[485-1]
                With this same key
    Shakespeare unlocked his heart.

    BROWNING: _House._



SIR WALTER SCOTT. 1771-1832.

    Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. Stanza 7._


    If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright,
    Go visit it by the pale moonlight.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 1._


    O fading honours of the dead!
    O high ambition, lowly laid!

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 10._


    I was not always a man of woe.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 12._


    I cannot tell how the truth may be;
    I say the tale as 't was said to me.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 22._


    In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed;
    In war, he mounts the warrior's steed;
    In halls, in gay attire is seen;
    In hamlets, dances on the green.
    Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
    And men below and saints above;
    For love is heaven, and heaven is love.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 1._


    Her blue eyes sought the west afar,
    For lovers love the western star.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 24._


    Along thy wild and willow'd shore.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 1._


                            Ne'er
    Was flattery lost on poet's ear;
    A simple race! they waste their toil
    For the vain tribute of a smile.



_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 35._


    Call it not vain: they do not err
    Who say that when the poet dies
    Mute Nature mourns her worshipper,
    And celebrates his obsequies.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 1._


    True love 's the gift which God has given
    To man alone beneath the heaven:
      It is not fantasy's hot fire,
        Whose wishes soon as granted fly;
      It liveth not in fierce desire,
        With dead desire it doth not die;
    It is the secret sympathy,
    The silver link, the silken tie,
    Which heart to heart and mind to mind
    In body and in soul can bind.

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto v. Stanza 13._


    Breathes there the man with soul so dead
    Who never to himself hath said,
      This is my own, my native land!
    Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd[488-1]
    As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
      From wandering on a foreign strand?
    If such there breathe, go, mark him well!
    For him no minstrel raptures swell;
    High though his titles, proud his name,
    Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,--
    Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
    The wretch, concentred all in self,
    Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
    And, doubly dying, shall go down
    To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
    Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.[488-2]

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. Stanza 1._


    O Caledonia! stern and wild,
    Meet nurse for a poetic child!
    Land of brown heath and shaggy wood;
    Land of the mountain and the flood!

_Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto vi. Stanza 2._


    Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.

_Marmion. Introduction to Canto i._


    Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth,
    When thought is speech, and speech is truth.

_Marmion. Introduction to Canto ii._


    When, musing on companions gone,
    We doubly feel ourselves alone.

_Marmion. Introduction to Canto ii._


    'T is an old tale and often told;
      But did my fate and wish agree,
    Ne'er had been read, in story old,
    Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
      That loved, or was avenged, like me.

_Marmion. Canto ii. Stanza 27._


    When Prussia hurried to the field,
    And snatch'd the spear, but left the shield.[489-1]

_Marmion. Introduction to Canto iii._


    In the lost battle,
      Borne down by the flying,
    Where mingles war's rattle
      With groans of the dying.

_Marmion. Canto iii. Stanza 11._


    Where 's the coward that would not dare
      To fight for such a land?

_Marmion. Canto iv. Stanza 30._


    Lightly from fair to fair he flew,
    And loved to plead, lament, and sue;
    Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
    For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.

_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 9._


    With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye.[489-2]

_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 12._


    But woe awaits a country when
    She sees the tears of bearded men.

_Marmion. Canto v. Stanza 16._


               And dar'st thou then
    To beard the lion in his den,
      The Douglas in his hall?

_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 14._


    Oh what a tangled web we weave,
    When first we practise to deceive!

_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 17._


    O woman! in our hours of ease
    Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
    And variable as the shade
    By the light quivering aspen made;
    When pain and anguish wring the brow,
    A ministering angel thou![490-1]

_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 30._


    "Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!"
    Were the last words of Marmion.

_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 32._


    Oh for a blast of that dread horn[490-2]
    On Fontarabian echoes borne!

_Marmion. Canto vi. Stanza 33._


    To all, to each, a fair good-night,
    And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

_L' Envoy. To the Reader._


    In listening mood she seemed to stand,
    The guardian Naiad of the strand.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 17._


    And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace
    A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace
    Of finer form or lovelier face.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18._


    A foot more light, a step more true,
    Ne'er from the heath-flower dash'd the dew.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 18._


    On his bold visage middle age
    Had slightly press'd its signet sage,
    Yet had not quench'd the open truth
    And fiery vehemence of youth:
    Forward and frolic glee was there,
    The will to do, the soul to dare.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 21._


    Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking,
    Morn of toil nor night of waking.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto i. Stanza 31._


    Hail to the chief who in triumph advances!

_Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 19._


    Some feelings are to mortals given
    With less of earth in them than heaven.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto ii. Stanza 22._


    Time rolls his ceaseless course.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 1._


    Like the dew on the mountain,
      Like the foam on the river,
    Like the bubble on the fountain,
      Thou art gone, and forever!

_Lady of the Lake. Canto iii. Stanza 16._


    The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
      And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
    The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
      And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 1._


    Art thou a friend to Roderick?

_Lady of the Lake. Canto iv. Stanza 30._


    Come one, come all! this rock shall fly
    From its firm base as soon as I.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10._


    And the stern joy which warriors feel
    In foemen worthy of their steel.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 10._


    Who o'er the herd would wish to reign,
    Fantastic, fickle, fierce, and vain!
    Vain as the leaf upon the stream,
    And fickle as a changeful dream;
    Fantastic as a woman's mood,
    And fierce as Frenzy's fever'd blood.
    Thou many-headed monster[492-1] thing,
    Oh who would wish to be thy king!

_Lady of the Lake. Canto v. Stanza 30._


      Where, where was Roderick then?
    One blast upon his bugle horn
      Were worth a thousand men.

_Lady of the Lake. Canto vi. Stanza 18._


    In man's most dark extremity
    Oft succour dawns from Heaven.

_Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 20._


    Spangling the wave with lights as vain
    As pleasures in the vale of pain,
      That dazzle as they fade.

_Lord of the Isles. Canto i. Stanza 23._


    Oh, many a shaft at random sent
    Finds mark the archer little meant!
    And many a word at random spoken
    May soothe, or wound, a heart that 's broken!

_Lord of the Isles. Canto v. Stanza 18._


    Where lives the man that has not tried
    How mirth can into folly glide,
      And folly into sin!

_Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21._


    Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

_Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32._


    A mother's pride, a father's joy.

_Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15._


    Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
      And Greta woods are green,
    And you may gather garlands there
      Would grace a summer's queen.

_Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 16._


    Thus aged men, full loth and slow,
    The vanities of life forego,
    And count their youthful follies o'er,
    Till Memory lends her light no more.

_Rokeby. Canto v. Stanza 1._


    No pale gradations quench his ray,
    No twilight dews his wrath allay.

_Rokeby. Canto vi. Stanza 21._


    Come as the winds come, when
      Forests are rended;
    Come as the waves come, when
      Navies are stranded.

_Pibroch of Donald Dhu._


     A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere
     working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may
     venture to call himself an architect.

_Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxvii._


     Bluid is thicker than water.[493-1]

_Guy Mannering. Chap. xxxviii._


     It 's no fish ye 're buying, it 's men's lives.[493-2]

_The Antiquary. Chap. xi._


    When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
      Out of the land of bondage came,
    Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
      An awful guide in smoke and flame.

_Ivanhoe. Chap. xxxix._


     Sea of upturned faces.[493-3]

_Rob Roy. Chap. xx._


     There 's a gude time coming.

_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxii._


     My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MacGregor.

_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv._


     Scared out of his seven senses.[493-4]

_Rob Roy. Chap. xxxiv._


    Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
      To all the sensual world proclaim,
    One crowded hour of glorious life
      Is worth an age without a name.

_Old Mortality. Chap. xxxiv._


     The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.[494-1]

_Answer to the Author of Waverley to the Letter of Captain Clutterbuck.
The Monastery._


    Within that awful volume lies
    The mystery of mysteries!

_The Monastery. Chap. xii._


    And better had they ne'er been born,
    Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

_The Monastery. Chap. xii._


    Ah, County Guy, the hour is nigh,
      The sun has left the lea.
    The orange flower perfumes the bower,
      The breeze is on the sea.

_Quentin Durward. Chap. iv._


    Widowed wife and wedded maid.

_The Betrothed. Chap. xv._


    Woman's faith and woman's trust,
    Write the characters in dust.

_The Betrothed. Chap. xx._


     I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed
     the milky mothers of the herd.[494-2]

_The Betrothed. Chap. xxviii._


     But with the morning cool reflection came.[494-3]

_Chronicles of the Canongate. Chap. iv._


     What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that
     it runs back to a successful soldier?[494-4]

_Woodstock. Chap. xxxvii._


     The playbill, which is said to have announced the tragedy of
     Hamlet, the character of the Prince of Denmark being left out.

_The Talisman. Introduction._


     Rouse the lion from his lair.

_The Talisman. Chap. vi._


     Jock, when ye hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
     a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye 're sleeping.[495-1]

_The Heart of Midlothian. Chap. viii._


     Fat, fair, and forty.[495-2]

_St. Ronan's Well. Chap. vii._


     "Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived
     from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was
     knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.

_Peveril of the Peak. Chap. xlii._


     Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could
     claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.[495-3]

_Life of Napoleon._


     The sun never sets on the immense empire of Charles V.[495-4]

_Life of Napoleon._ (February, 1807.)


FOOTNOTES:

[488-1] Did not our heart burn within us while he talked with us
    by the way?--_Luke xxiv. 32._

    Hath not thy heart within thee burned
    At evening's calm and holy hour?

    S. G. BULFINCH: _The Voice of God in the Garden._

[488-2] See Pope, page 341.

[489-1] See Freneau, page 443.

[489-2] Reproof on her lips, but a smile in her eye.--LOVER: _Rory
    O'More._

[490-1] See Shakespeare, page 144.

    Scott, writing to Southey in 1810, said: "A witty rogue the other
    day, who sent me a letter signed Detector, proved me guilty of
    stealing a passage from one of Vida's Latin poems, which I had
    never seen or heard of." The passage alleged to be stolen ends
    with,--

    "When pain and anguish wring the brow,
     A ministering angel thou!"

    which in Vida "ad Eranen," El. ii. v. 21, ran,--

    "Cum dolor atque supercilio gravis imminet angor,
     Fungeris angelico sola ministerio."

    "It is almost needless to add," says Mr. Lockhart, "there are no
    such lines."--_Life of Scott, vol. iii. p. 294._ (American
    edition.)

[490-2] Oh for the voice of that wild horn!--_Rob Roy, chap. ii._

[492-1] See Massinger, page 194.

[493-1] This proverb, so frequently ascribed to Scott, is a common
    proverb of the seventeenth century. It is found in Ray and other
    collections of proverbs.

[493-2]
    It is not linen you 're wearing out,
    But human creatures's lives.

    HOOD: _Song of the Shirt._

[493-3] DANIEL WEBSTER: _Speech, Sept. 30, 1842._

[493-4] Huzzaed out of my seven senses.--_Spectator, No. 616, Nov.
    5, 1774._

[494-1] Fearful concatenation of circumstances.--DANIEL WEBSTER:
    _Argument on the Murder of Captain White, 1830._

    Fortuitous combination of circumstances.--DICKENS: _Our Mutual
    Friend, vol. ii. chap. vii._ (American edition).

[494-2] See Spenser, page 27.

[494-3] See Rowe, page 301.

[494-4]
    Le premier qui fut roi, fut un soldat heureux:
    Qui sert bien son pays, n'a pas besoin d'aïeux

    (The first who was king was a successful soldier. He who serves
    well his country has no need of ancestors).--VOLTAIRE: _Merope,
    act i. sc. 3._

[495-1] The very words of a Highland laird, while on his
    death-bed, to his son.

[495-2] See Dryden, page 275.

[495-3] See Pope, page 331.

[495-4] A power which has dotted over the surface of the whole
    globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning
    drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours,
    circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain of the
    martial airs of England.--DANIEL WEBSTER: _Speech, May 7, 1834._

    Why should the brave Spanish soldier brag the sun never sets in
    the Spanish dominions, but ever shineth on one part or other we
    have conquered for our king?--CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH: _Advertisements
    for the Unexperienced, &c._ (Mass. Hist. Soc. Coll., Third Series,
    vol. iii. p. 49).

    It may be said of them (the Hollanders) as of the Spaniards, that
    the sun never sets on their dominions.--GAGE: _New Survey of the
    West Indies. Epistle Dedicatory._ (London, 1648.)

                                I am called
    The richest monarch in the Christian world;
    The sun in my dominions never sets.

    SCHILLER: _Don Karlos, act. i. sc. 6._


                       Altera figlia
    Di quel monarca, a cui
    Nè anco, quando annotta il sol tramonta

    (The proud daughter of that monarch to whom when it grows dark
    [elsewhere] the sun never sets).--GUARINI: _Pastor Fido_ (1590).
    On the marriage of the Duke of Savoy with Catherine of Austria.



JAMES MONTGOMERY. 1771-1854.

    When the good man yields his breath
    (For the good man never dies).[496-1]

_The Wanderer of Switzerland. Part v._


    Gashed with honourable scars,
      Low in Glory's lap they lie;
    Though they fell, they fell like stars,
      Streaming splendour through the sky.

_The Battle of Alexandria._


    Distinct as the billows, yet one as the sea.

_The Ocean. Line 54._


    Once, in the flight of ages past,
    There lived a man.

_The Common Lot._


    Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more.

_The West Indies. Part iii._


    Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.[496-2]

_The World before the Flood. Canto v._


        Joys too exquisite to last,
    And yet _more_ exquisite when past.

_The Little Cloud._


    Bliss in possession will not last;
    Remembered joys are never past;
    At once the fountain, stream, and sea,
    They were, they are, they yet shall be.

_The Little Cloud._


    Friend after friend departs;
      Who hath not lost a friend?
    There is no union here of hearts
      That finds not here an end.

_Friends._


    Nor sink those stars in empty night:
    They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

_Friends._


    'T is not the whole of life to live,
      Nor all of death to die.

_The Issues of Life and Death._


    Beyond this vale of tears
      There is a life above,
    Unmeasured by the flight of years;
      And all that life is love.

_The Issues of Life and Death._


    Night is the time to weep,
      To wet with unseen tears
    Those graves of memory where sleep
      The joys of other years.

_The Issues of Life and Death._


    Who that hath ever been
      Could bear to be no more?
    Yet who would tread again the scene
      He trod through life before?

_The Falling Leaf._


    Here in the body pent,
      Absent from Him I roam,
    Yet nightly pitch my moving tent
      A day's march nearer home.

_At Home in Heaven._


    If God hath made this world so fair,
      Where sin and death abound,
    How beautiful beyond compare
      Will paradise be found!

_The Earth full of God's Goodness._


    Return unto thy rest, my soul,
      From all the wanderings of thy thought,
    From sickness unto death made whole,
      Safe through a thousand perils brought.

_Rest for the Soul._


    Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
      Uttered or unexpressed,--
    The motion of a hidden fire
      That trembles in the breast.

_What is Prayer?_


    Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
      The falling of a tear,
    The upward glancing of an eye
      When none but God is near.



_What is Prayer?_


FOOTNOTES:

[496-1] Thnêskein mê lege tous agathous (Say not that the good
    die).--CALLIMACHUS: _Epigram x._

[496-2] See Barbauld, page 433.



SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834.

    He holds him with his glittering eye,
    And listens like a three years' child.[498-1]

_The Ancient Mariner. Part i._


    Red as a rose is she.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part i._


    We were the first that ever burst
    Into that silent sea.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._


    As idle as a painted ship
    Upon a painted ocean.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._


    Water, water, everywhere,
    Nor any drop to drink.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part ii._


    Without a breeze, without a tide,
    She steadies with upright keel.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._


    The nightmare Life-in-Death was she.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._


    The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out:
    At one stride comes the dark;
    With far-heard whisper o'er the sea,
    Off shot the spectre-bark.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iii._


    And thou art long and lank and brown,
    As is the ribbed sea-sand.[498-2]

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._


    Alone, alone,--all, all alone;
    Alone on a wide, wide sea.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._


    The moving moon went up the sky,
    And nowhere did abide;
    Softly she was going up,
    And a star or two beside.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._


    A spring of love gush'd from my heart,
    And I bless'd them unaware.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part iv._


    Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
    Beloved from pole to pole.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part v._


    A noise like of a hidden brook
    In the leafy month of June,
    That to the sleeping woods all night
    Singeth a quiet tune.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part v._


    Like one that on a lonesome road
    Doth walk in fear and dread,
    And having once turned round walks on,
    And turns no more his head,
    Because he knows a frightful fiend
    Doth close behind him tread.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part vi._


    So lonely 't was, that God himself
    Scarce seemed there to be.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part vii._


    He prayeth well who loveth well
    Both man and bird and beast.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part vii._


    He prayeth best who loveth best
    All things both great and small.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part vii._


    A sadder and a wiser man,
    He rose the morrow morn.

_The Ancient Mariner. Part vii._


    And the spring comes slowly up this way.

_Christabel. Part i._


    A lady richly clad as she,
    Beautiful exceedingly.

_Christabel. Part i._


    Carv'd with figures strange and sweet,
    All made out of the carver's brain.

_Christabel. Part i._


    Her gentle limbs did she undress,
    And lay down in her loveliness.

_Christabel. Part i._


    A sight to dream of, not to tell!

_Christabel. Part i._


    That saints will aid if men will call;
    For the blue sky bends over all!



_Christabel. Conclusion to part i._


    Each matin bell, the Baron saith,
    Knells us back to a world of death.

_Christabel. Part ii._


    Her face, oh call it fair, not pale!

_Christabel. Part ii._


    Alas! they had been friends in youth;
    But whispering tongues can poison truth,
    And constancy lives in realms above;
    And life is thorny, and youth is vain,
    And to be wroth with one we love
    Doth work like madness in the brain.

_Christabel. Part ii._


    They stood aloof, the scars remaining,--
    Like cliffs which had been rent asunder:
    A dreary sea now flows between.

_Christabel. Part ii._


    Perhaps 't is pretty to force together
    Thoughts so all unlike each other;
    To mutter and mock a broken charm,
    To dally with wrong that does no harm.

_Christabel. Conclusion to Part ii._


    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
    A stately pleasure-dome decree,
    Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
    Through caverns measureless to man
      Down to a sunless sea.

_Kubla Khan._


    Ancestral voices prophesying war.

_Kubla Khan._


    A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw:
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.

_Kubla Khan._


    For he on honey-dew hath fed,
    And drunk the milk of Paradise.

_Kubla Khan._


    Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade,
      Death came with friendly care;
    The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
      And bade it blossom there.



_Epitaph on an Infant._


    Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
    And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
    Possessing all things with intensest love,
    O Liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

_France. An Ode. v._


    Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place
    (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism,
    Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon,
    Drops his blue-fring'd lids, and holds them close,
    And hooting at the glorious sun in heaven
    Cries out, "Where is it?"

_Fears in Solitude._


    And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin
      Is pride that apes humility.[501-1]

_The Devil's Thoughts._


    All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
    Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
      All are but ministers of Love,
        And feed his sacred flame.

_Love._


    Blest hour! it was a luxury--to be!

_Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement._


                                    A charm
    For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
    No sound is dissonant which tells of life.

_This Lime-tree Bower my Prison._


    Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star
    In his steep course?

_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._


    Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines.

_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._


    Motionless torrents! silent cataracts!

_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._


    Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost.

_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._


    Earth with her thousand voices praises God.

_Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni._


    Tranquillity! thou better name
    Than all the family of Fame.

_Ode to Tranquillity._


    The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.

_Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1._


    Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.
      We in ourselves rejoice!
    And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
      All melodies the echoes of that voice,
    All colours a suffusion from that light.

_Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5._


    A mother is a mother still,
      The holiest thing alive.

_The Three Graves._


    Never, believe me,
    Appear the Immortals,
    Never alone.

_The Visit of the Gods._ (Imitated from Schiller.)


    Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn.

_A Christmas Carol. viii._


    The knight's bones are dust,
    And his good sword rust;
    His soul is with the saints, I trust.

_The Knight's Tomb._


    It sounds like stories from the land of spirits
    If any man obtains that which he merits,
    Or any merit that which he obtains.
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
    Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
    The good great man? Three treasures,--love and light,
    And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath;
    And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,--
    Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.

_Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893._


    My eyes make pictures when they are shut.

_A Day-Dream._


    To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,
    Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart!

_On taking Leave of ----, 1817._


    In many ways doth the full heart reveal
    The presence of the love it would conceal.



_Motto to Poems written in Later Life._


    Nought cared this body for wind or weather
    When youth and I lived in 't together.

_Youth and Age._


    Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like;
    Friendship is a sheltering tree;
    Oh the joys that came down shower-like,
    Of friendship, love, and liberty,
                  Ere I was old!

_Youth and Age._


    I have heard of reasons manifold
      Why Love must needs be blind,
    But this the best of all I hold,--
      His eyes are in his mind.[503-1]

_To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation._


    What outward form and feature are
      He guesseth but in part;
    But what within is good and fair
      He seeth with the heart.

_To a Lady, Offended by a Sportive Observation._


    Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
    By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
    Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
    Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.[503-2]

_Fancy in Nubibus._


    I counted two-and-seventy stenches,
    All well defined, and several stinks.

_Cologne._


    The river Rhine, it is well known,
    Doth wash your city of Cologne;
    But tell me, nymphs! what power divine
    Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine?

_Cologne._


    Strongly it bears us along in swelling and limitless billows;
    Nothing before and nothing behind but the sky and the ocean.

_The Homeric Hexameter._ (Translated from Schiller.)


    In the hexameter rises the fountain's silvery column,
    In the pentameter aye falling in melody back.

_The Ovidian Elegiac Metre._ (From Schiller.)


    I stood in unimaginable trance
    And agony that cannot be remembered.

_Remorse. Act iv. Sc. 3._


    The intelligible forms of ancient poets,
    The fair humanities of old religion,
    The power, the beauty, and the majesty
    That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain,
    Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring,
    Or chasms and watery depths,--all these have vanished;
    They live no longer in the faith of reason.

_Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 4._ (Translated from Schiller.)


    I 've lived and loved.

_Wallenstein. Part i. Act ii. Sc. 6._


    Clothing the palpable and familiar
    With golden exhalations of the dawn.

_The Death of Wallenstein. Act i. Sc. 1._


                       Often do the spirits
    Of great events stride on before the events,
    And in to-day already walks to-morrow.[504-1]

_The Death of Wallenstein. Act v. Sc. 1._


    Our myriad-minded Shakespeare.[504-2]

_Biog. Lit. Chap. xv._


     A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's
     shoulder to mount on.[504-3]

_The Friend. Sec. i. Essay 8._


     An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat
     countries, with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred
     to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and
     star.[504-4]

_Ibid., No. 14._


     Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets,
     historians, biographers, if they could; they have tried their
     talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn
     critics.[505-1]

_Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 1811-1812._


     Schiller has the material sublime.

_Table Talk._


     I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely
     definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose,--words in their
     best order; poetry,--the best words in their best order.

_Table Talk._


     That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by
     cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of
     nonsense.

_Table Talk._


     Iago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless
     malignity--how awful it is!

_Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare._


FOOTNOTES:

[498-1] Wordsworth, in his Notes to "We are Seven," claims to have
    written this line.

[498-2] Coleridge says: "For these lines I am indebted to Mr.
    Wordsworth."

[501-1]
                  His favourite sin
    Is pride that apes humility.

    SOUTHEY: _The Devil's Walk._

[503-1] See Shakespeare, page 57.

[503-2]
    And Iliad and Odyssey
    Rose to the music of the sea.

    _Thalatta, p. 133._ (From the German of Stolberg.)

[504-1] Sed ita a principio inchoatum esse mundum ut certis rebus
    certa signa præcurrerent (Thus in the beginning the world was so
    made that certain signs come before certain events).--CICERO:
    _Divinatione, liber i. cap. 52._

    Coming events cast their shadows before.--CAMPBELL: _Lochiel's
    Warning._

    Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the
    mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the
    present.--SHELLEY: _A Defence of Poetry._

[504-2] "A phrase," says Coleridge, "which I have borrowed from a
    Greek monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Constantinople."

[504-3] See Burton, page 185.

[504-4] See Wordsworth, page 481.

[505-1] Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid
    and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in
    despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.--SHELLEY:
    _Fragments of Adonais._

    You know who critics are? The men who have failed in literature
    and art.--DISRAELI: _Lothair, chap. xxxv._



JOSIAH QUINCY. 1772-1864

     If this bill [for the admission of Orleans Territory as a State]
     passes, it is my deliberate opinion that it is virtually a
     dissolution of the Union; that it will free the States from their
     moral obligation; and, as it will be the right of all, so it will
     be the duty of some, definitely to prepare for a
     separation,--amicably if they can, violently if they must.[505-2]

_Abridged Cong. Debates, Jan. 14, 1811. Vol. iv. p. 327._


FOOTNOTES:

[505-2] The gentleman [Mr. Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own
    sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if
    we can, forcibly if we must."--HENRY CLAY: _Speech, Jan. 8, 1813._



ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774-1843.

    "You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
      "The few locks which are left you are gray;
    You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,--
      Now tell me the reason I pray."

_The Old Man's Comforts, and how he gained them._


    The march of intellect.[506-1]

_Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. ii. p. 360.
The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary._


     The laws are with us, and God on our side.

_On the Rise and Progress of Popular Disaffection_ (1817), _Essay viii.
Vol. ii. p. 107._


     Agreed to differ.

_Life of Wesley._


    My days among the dead are passed;
      Around me I behold,
    Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
      The mighty minds of old;
    My never-failing friends are they,
    With whom I converse day by day.

_Occasional Pieces. xxiii._


      How does the water
    Come down at Lodore?

_The Cataract of Lodore._


      So I told them in rhyme,
    For of rhymes I had store.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    Through moss and through brake.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    Helter-skelter,
    Hurry-scurry.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    A sight to delight in.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    And so never ending, but always descending.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    And this way the water comes down at Lodore.

_The Cataract of Lodore._


    From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
      A-walking the Devil is gone,
    To look at his little snug farm of the World,
      And see how his stock went on.

_The Devil's Walk. Stanza 1._


    He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,--
      A cottage of gentility;
        And he owned with a grin,
        That his favourite sin
      Is pride that apes humility.[507-1]

_The Devil's Walk. Stanza 8._


    Where Washington hath left
      His awful memory
      A light for after times!

_Ode written during the War with America, 1814._


        How beautiful is night!
      A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
    No mist obscures; nor cloud, or speck, nor stain,
      Breaks the serene of heaven:
      In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
      Rolls through the dark blue depths;
        Beneath her steady ray
        The desert circle spreads
    Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
        How beautiful is night!

_Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1._


    "But what good came of it at last?"
    Quoth little Peterkin.
    "Why, that I cannot tell," said he;
    "But 't was a famous victory."

_The Battle of Blenheim._


    Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.[507-2]

_Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5._


    What will not woman, gentle woman dare,
    When strong affection stirs her spirit up?

_Madoc in Wales. Part ii. 2._


        And last of all an Admiral came,
      A terrible man with a terrible name,--
    A name which you all know by sight very well,
    But which no one can speak, and no one can spell.

_The March to Moscow. Stanza 8._


    They sin who tell us love can die;
    With life all other passions fly,
      All others are but vanity.
          .      .      .      .      .
                  Love is indestructible,
      Its holy flame forever burneth;
    From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
          .      .      .      .      .
      It soweth here with toil and care,
    But the harvest-time of love is there.

_The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. Stanza 10._


    Oh, when a mother meets on high
      The babe she lost in infancy,
    Hath she not then for pains and fears,
      The day of woe, the watchful night,
      For all her sorrow, all her tears,
      An over-payment of delight?

_The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. Stanza 11._


    Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
    But 't is the happy that have called thee so.

_The Curse of Kehama. Canto xv. Stanza 11._


    The Satanic School.

_Vision of Judgment. Original Preface._


FOOTNOTES:

[506-1] See Burke, page 408.

[507-1] See Coleridge, page 501.

[507-2]
    "Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
    As some one somewhere sings about the sky.

    BYRON: _Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110._



CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834.

     The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes,
     dead-letter days.

_Oxford in the Vacation._


     For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to
     speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.

_Oxford in the Vacation._


     A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.



_Mrs. Battle's Opinions on Whist._


     Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but organically I am
     incapable of a tune.

_A Chapter on Ears._


     Not if I know myself at all.

_The Old and New Schoolmaster._


     It is good to love the unknown.

_Valentine's Day._


     The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering
     substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed),
     resembling--a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy;
     yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities,
     it appeared a glorified candy.

_My First Play._


     Presents, I often say, endear absents.

_A Dissertation upon Roast Pig._


     It argues an insensibility.

_A Dissertation upon Roast Pig._


     Books which are no books.

_Detached Thoughts on Books._


     Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body
     came to be called in question by it.

_Amicus Redivivus._


                  Gone before
    To that unknown and silent shore.

_Hester. Stanza 7._


    I have had playmates, I have had companions,
    In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days.
    All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

_Old Familiar Faces._


    For thy sake, tobacco, I
    Would do anything but die.

_A Farewell to Tobacco._


    And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.

_Written at Cambridge._


    Who first invented work, and bound the free
    And holiday-rejoicing spirit down
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood?
        .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
    Sabbathless Satan!

_Work._


    I like you and your book, ingenious Hone!
      In whose capacious all-embracing leaves
    The very marrow of tradition 's shown;
      And all that history, much that fiction weaves.

_To the Editor of the Every-Day Book._


     He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to
     society.

_Captain Starkey._


     Neat, not gaudy.[510-1]

_Letter to Wordsworth, 1806._


     Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold!

_Lamb's Suppers._


     Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr.
     Gilman's guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town.
     A woman asked the coachman, "Are you full inside?" Upon which
     Lamb put his head through the window and said, "I am quite full
     inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilman's did the
     business for me."

_Autobiographical Recollections._ (Leslie.)


FOOTNOTES:

[510-1] See Shakespeare, page 130.



JAMES SMITH. 1775-1839.

    No Drury Lane for you to-day.

_Rejected Addresses. The Baby's Début._


    I saw them go: one horse was blind,
    The tails of both hung down behind,
      Their shoes were on their feet.

_Rejected Addresses. The Baby's Début._


    Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait.

_The Theatre._



WILLIAM PITT. ---- -1840.

    A strong nor'-wester 's blowing, Bill!
      Hark! don't ye hear it roar now?
    Lord help 'em, how I pities them
      Unhappy folks on shore now!

_The Sailor's Consolation._


    My eyes! what tiles and chimney-pots
      About their heads are flying!

_The Sailor's Consolation._



WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. 1775-1864.

    Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
      May weep, but never see,
    A night of memories and of sighs
      I consecrate to thee.

_Rose Aylmer._


    Wearers of rings and chains!
    Pray do not take the pains
      To set me right.
    In vain my faults ye quote;
    I write as others wrote
      On Sunium's hight.

_The last Fruit of an old Tree. Epigram cvi._


    Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,[511-1]--
    Therefore on him no speech! And brief for thee,
    Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale,
    No man hath walk'd along our roads with steps
    So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue
    So varied in discourse.

_To Robert Browning._


    The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.

_To Robert Browning._


    But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue
    Within, and they that lustre have imbibed
    In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyoked
    His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave:
    Shake one, and it awakens; then apply
    Its polisht lips to your attentive ear,
    And it remembers its august abodes,
    And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.[512-1]

_Gebir. Book i._ (1798).


    Past are three summers since she first beheld
    The ocean; all around the child await
    Some exclamation of amazement here.
    She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,
    _Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?_
    That wondrous soul Charoba once possest,--
    Capacious, then, as earth or heaven could hold,
    Soul discontented with capacity,--
    Is gone (I fear) forever. Need I say
    She was enchanted by the wicked spells
    Of Gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed
    The western winds have landed on our coast?
    I since have watcht her in lone retreat,
    Have heard her sigh and soften out the name.[512-2]

_Gebir. Book ii._


    I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;
      Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.
    I warm'd both hands against the fire of life;
      It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

_Dying Speech of an old Philosopher._


FOOTNOTES:

[511-1]
    Nor sequent centuries could hit
    Orbit and sum of Shakespeare's wit.

    R. W. EMERSON: _May-Day and Other Pieces. Solution._

[512-1] See Wordsworth, page 480.

    Poor shell! that Wordsworth so pounded and flattened in his marsh
    it no longer had the hoarseness of a sea, but of a
    hospital.--LANDOR: _Letter to John Forster._

[512-2] These lines were specially singled out for admiration by
    Shelley, Humphrey Davy, Scott, and many remarkable men.--FORSTER:
    _Life of Landor, vol. i. p. 95._



THOMAS CAMPBELL. 1777-1844.

    'T is distance lends enchantment to the view,
    And robes the mountain in its azure hue.[512-3]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 7._


    But Hope, the charmer, linger'd still behind.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 40._


    O Heaven! he cried, my bleeding country save!

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 359._


    Hope for a season bade the world farewell,
    And Freedom shriek'd as Kosciusko fell![513-1]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 381._


    On Prague's proud arch the fires of ruin glow,
    His blood-dyed waters murmuring far below.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 385._


    And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part i. Line 472._


    Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame,
    The power of grace, the magic of a name?

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 5._


    Without the smile from partial beauty won,
    Oh what were man?--a world without a sun.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 21._


    The world was sad, the garden was a wild,
    And man the hermit sigh'd--till woman smiled.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 37._


    While Memory watches o'er the sad review
    Of joys that faded like the morning dew.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 45._


    There shall he love when genial morn appears,
    Like pensive Beauty smiling in her tears.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 95._


    And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 98._


    That gems the starry girdle of the year.

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 194._


    Melt and dispel, ye spectre-doubts, that roll
    Cimmerian darkness o'er the parting soul!

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 263._


    O star-eyed Science! hast thou wandered there,
    To waft us home the message of despair?

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 325._


    But sad as angels for the good man's sin,
    Weep to record, and blush to give it in.[513-2]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 357._


    Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,
    But leave, oh leave the light of Hope behind!
    What though my winged hours of bliss have been
    Like angel visits, few and far between.[514-1]

_Pleasures of Hope. Part ii. Line 375._


    The hunter and the deer a shade.[514-2]

_O'Connor's Child. Stanza 5._


    Another's sword has laid him low,
      Another's and another's;
    And every hand that dealt the blow--
      Ah me! it was a brother's!

_O'Connor's Child. Stanza 10._


    'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,
    And coming events cast their shadows before.[514-3]

_Lochiel's Warning._


    Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
    With his back to the field and his feet to the foe,
    And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
    Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.

_Lochiel's Warning._


    And rustic life and poverty
    Grow beautiful beneath his touch.

_Ode to the Memory of Burns._


    Whose lines are mottoes of the heart,
    Whose truths electrify the sage.

_Ode to the Memory of Burns._


    Ye mariners of England,
    That guard our native seas;
    Whose flag has braved, a thousand years,
    The battle and the breeze!

_Ye Mariners of England._


    Britannia needs no bulwarks,
    No towers along the steep;
    Her march is o'er the mountain waves,
    Her home is on the deep.

_Ye Mariners of England._


    When the stormy winds do blow;[515-1]
    When the battle rages loud and long,
    And the stormy winds do blow.

_Ye Mariners of England._


    The meteor flag of England
    Shall yet terrific burn,
    Till danger's troubled night depart,
    And the star of peace return.

_Ye Mariners of England._


    There was silence deep as death,
    And the boldest held his breath
    For a time.

_Battle of the Baltic._


    The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
    Who rush to glory or the grave!
    Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave,
    And charge with all thy chivalry!

_Hohenlinden._


    Few, few shall part where many meet!
    The snow shall be their winding-sheet,
    And every turf beneath their feet
    Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.

_Hohenlinden._


    There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin,
      The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;
    For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing
      To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill.

_The Exile of Erin._


    To bear is to conquer our fate.

_On visiting a Scene in Argyleshire._


    The sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.[515-2]

_The Soldier's Dream._


    In life's morning march, when my bosom was young.

_The Soldier's Dream._


    But sorrow return'd with the dawning of morn,
    And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.

_The Soldier's Dream._


    Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
      When storms prepare to part,
    I ask not proud Philosophy
      To teach me what thou art.

_To the Rainbow._


    A stoic of the woods,--a man without a tear.

_Gertrude of Wyoming. Part i. Stanza 23._


    O Love! in such a wilderness as this.

_Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 1._


    The torrent's smoothness, ere it dash below!

_Gertrude of Wyoming. Part iii. Stanza 5._


    Again to the battle, Achaians!
    Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance!
    Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree,
    It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free.

_Song of the Greeks._


    Drink ye to her that each loves best!
      And if you nurse a flame
    That 's told but to her mutual breast,
      We will not ask her name.

_Drink ye to Her._


    To live in hearts we leave behind
    Is not to die.

_Hallowed Ground._


    Oh leave this barren spot to me!
    Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree![516-1]

_The Beech-Tree's Petition._


FOOTNOTES:

[512-3] See John Webster, page 181.

    The mountains too, at a distance, appear airy masses and smooth,
    but seen near at hand they are rough.--DIOGENES LAERTIUS: _Pyrrho,
    ix._

[513-1]
    At length, fatigued with life, he bravely fell,
    And health with Boerhaave bade the world farewell.

    CHURCH: _The Choice_ (1754).

[513-2] See Sterne, page 379.

[514-1] See Norris, page 281.

[514-2] See Freneau, page 443.

[514-3] See Coleridge, page 504.

[515-1] When the stormy winds do blow.--MARTYN PARKER: _Ye
    Gentlemen of England._

[515-2] The starres, bright centinels of the skies.--HABINGTON:
    _Castara, Dialogue between Night and Araphil._

[516-1]
    Woodman, spare that tree!
    Touch not a single bough!

    G. P. MORRIS: _Woodman, spare that Tree._



HENRY CLAY. 1777-1852.

     The gentleman [Josiah Quincy] cannot have forgotten his own
     sentiment, uttered even on the floor of this House, "Peaceably if
     we can, forcibly if we must."[516-2]

_Speech, 1813._


     Government is a trust, and the officers of the government are
     trustees; and both the trust and the trustees are created for the
     benefit of the people.

_Speech at Ashland, Ky., March, 1829._


     I have heard something said about allegiance to the South. I know
     no South, no North, no East, no West, to which I owe any
     allegiance.

_Speech, 1848._


     Sir, I would rather be right than be President.

_Speech, 1850_ (referring to the Compromise Measures).


FOOTNOTES:

[516-2] See Quincy, page 505.



F. S. KEY. 1779-1843.

    And the star-spangled banner, oh long may it wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

_The Star-Spangled Banner._


    Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation![517-1]
    Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,
    And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!"
    And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
    O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

_The Star-Spangled Banner._


FOOTNOTES:

[517-1] It made and preserves us a nation.--MORRIS: _The Flag of
    our Union._



HORACE SMITH. 1779-1849.

    Thinking is but an idle waste of thought,
    And nought is everything and everything is nought.

_Rejected Addresses. Cui Bono?_


    In the name of the Prophet--figs.

_Johnson's Ghost._


    And thou hast walked about (how strange a story!)
      In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago,
    When the Memnonium was in all its glory.

_Address to the Mummy at Belzoni's Exhibition._



THOMAS MOORE. 1779-1852.

    When Time who steals our years away
      Shall steal our pleasures too,
    The mem'ry of the past will stay,
      And half our joys renew.

_Song. From Juvenile Poems._


    Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
    I 'll taste the luxury of woe.

_Anacreontic._


          Where bastard Freedom waves
    The fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

_To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washington._


    How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,
    Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?

_To Thomas Hume._


    I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd
      Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
    And I said, "If there 's peace to be found in the world,
      A heart that was humble might hope for it here."

_Ballad Stanzas._


    Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
    Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

_A Canadian Boat-Song._


    Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
    The rapids are near, and the daylight 's past.

_A Canadian Boat-Song._


     The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human
     eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is
     shed upon them.

_Preface to Corruption and Intolerance._


    Like a young eagle who has lent his plume
    To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
    See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart
    Which rank corruption destines for their heart.[518-1]

_Corruption._


    A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made:
    'T is but black eyes and lemonade.

_Intercepted Letters. Letter vi._


    There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
    And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

_Little Man and Little Soul._


    Go where glory waits thee![519-1]
    But while fame elates thee,
      Oh, still remember me!

_Go where Glory waits thee._


    Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade,
    Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid,

_Oh breathe not his Name._


    And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls,
    Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.

_Oh breathe not his Name._


    The harp that once through Tara's halls
      The soul of music shed,
    Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls
      As if that soul were fled.
    So sleeps the pride of former days,
      So glory's thrill is o'er;
    And hearts that once beat high for praise
      Now feel that pulse no more.

_The Harp that once through Tara's Halls._


                              Who ran
    Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.

_On the Death of Sheridan._


    Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,
    Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.

_On the Death of Sheridan._


    Good at a fight, but better