I((, M(l, ( 'I I ' , ,h ,1 M I I0D8D no7 Cornell University Library PN 6080.B46 1907 3 1924 027 664 907 Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/cletails/cu31924027664907 BOOK OF QUOTATIONS A BOOK OF QUOTATIONS PROVERBS AND HOUSEHOLD WORDS A Collection of Quotations from British and American Authors, Ancient and Modem; with many Thousands of Proverbs, Familiar Phrases and Sayings, from all sources, including Hebrew, Arabic, Greek, Latin, French, German, Spanish, Italian, and other Languages BY W. GURNEY BENHAM WITH FULL VERBAL INDEX PHILADELPHIA J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY London .- CASSELL & company, limited 1907 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PREFACE. " Prefaoeg a/re great manes of time, and though they seem to proceed of modesty, they are bravery." Francis Bacon. THIS book is a collection of what is quotable, as well as of what is quoted. Passages have not been included unless they have either proved their right by actual and effective quotation, or have seemed likely to be of general acceptability and usefulness, as " words which come home to men's business and bosoms." The method of arrangement adopted will, it is hoped, commend itself to all lovers of literature as preferable to the plan, sometimes employed in similar compilations, of "classification" under " subject " headings. The best classification is a very ample index, and in this respect "A Book op Quotations" will be found to be most thoroughly supplied. Many excellent handbooks of proverbs, and also of classical and foreign quotations, have already been published, but none, as far as I am aware, with a full verbal index. I have to acknowledge considerable indebtedness to the volumes of that useful repository of literary research, " Notes and Queries," not only in regard to tracing many English quotations, but also in the elucidation of the origin of many proverbs and household words, and notable passages from Greek, Latin, and modern languages. This collection is, however, in every section, the result of careful personal research and reference,, extending over a period of more than fifteen years. Perfection is not possible in such a compilation, because absolute completeness is not attain- able. At least — and at most — this volume can claim to be more elaborate and more comprehensive, as a book of reference, than any of its prede- cessors ; and I venture to hope that, whilst its main purpose is utility, it may also justify the saying of Emerson, " Neither is a dictionary a bad book to read." W. GURNEY BENHAM. Whitefriars Clnb, London. CONTENTS. British and Americas Authors Holt Bible .... Book op Common Prayer . Miscellaneous Quotations : — Waifs and Strays Naturalised Phrases and Quotations Phrases and Household Words Historical and Traditional Political Phrases Forensic Toasts . Folk-Lore and Weather Rhymes London Street Sayings The Koran Book Inscriptions Greek Quotations Latin Quotations Modern Languages : — French Quotations German Quotations Italian Quotations Spanish Quotations Dutch Quotations Proverbs . Index .... List of Authors, etc., Quoted PAGE I 411 437 441 45a 457 45& 461 462 46S 463 465 466 465 467 483 713 732 736. 737 738 739 891 1249- A BOOK OF QUOTATIONS. BRITISH AND AMERICAN AUTHORS. JOSEPH ADDISON (1672-1719). The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Borne. Cato. Act 1, 1. Thy steady temper, Portia, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. lb. Greatly unf ortunate^ he fights the cause Of honour, -virtue, hberty and Eome. lb. Love is not to be reasoned down, or lost In high ambition and a thirst of greatness : 'Tis second life, it grows into the souL A. 'Tis not in mortals to command success. But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it. Act 1, S. Tour cold hypocrisy's a stale device, A worn out trick : would' st thou be thought in earnest F Clothe thy feigned zeal in rage, in fire, in fury! Actl, S. 'Tis not my talent to conceal my thoughts. Or carry smiles and sunshine in my face. When discontent sits heavy at my heart. Act 1, 4. And if, the following day, he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinlfB it luxuiy. lb. The pale unripened beauties of the north, lb. My voice is still for war. Act S, 1. A day, an hour of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bon^ge. lb. But what is life ? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air. From time to time, or gaze upon the sun ; 'Tis to be Free. When Liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Act S, S. Chains or conquest, liberty or death. AotH, 4. Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts j Old age is slow in both. Act 2, 6. When love's well timed, 'tis not a fault to love. The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise. Sink in the soft captivity together. Act 3, 1. Then do not strike him dead with a denial. But hold him up in life, and cheer his soul With the faint glimmering of a doubtful hope. Acts, 2. When love once pleads admission to our hearts, In spite'of all the virtue we can boast, The woman that deliberates is lost.^ . , .. Curse on his virtues! they've undone his country: Such popular humanity is treason. Act 4, 4- Falsehood and fraud shoot up on every' soil. The product of all climes. lb. How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! ■ Jb. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway. The post of honour is a private station. li. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In iiappier climes, and on a safer shore. lb. It must be so, — ^Plato, tbou reasonest well !^ Else, whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Act 5, 1. Eternity, thou pleasing, dreadful thought. lb. Unhurt amidst the war of elements. The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. lb. He knows not how to wink at human frailty, Or pardon weakness that he never felt. Act 5, 4- Whilst I yet live, let me not live in vain, lb. The best may err. lb. From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. Jb. Here swarthy Charles appears, and there His brother with dejected air. To Sir Godfrey Kneller. That is well said, John, an honest man, that is not quite sober, has nothiag to fear. The Drummer. Act 1, 1. I should think myself a very bad woman if I had done what I do for a farthing less. a. ADDISON. We are growing serious, and, let me tell you, that's the very next step to being dull. The Drummer. Act 4, 6. There is nothing more requisite in busi- neBB than despatch. Act 5, 1. Critics in rust. Dialogue— Ancient Medals. To have a relish for ancient coins, it is necessary to have a contempt for the modem. They are all of them men of concealed fire, that doth not break out with noise and heat in the ordinary circumstances of life, but shows itself sufficiently in all great enterprises that require it. The Present.Btate of the War. He more had pleased us had he pleased us less. EngllBh Poets. {Referring to Cowley.) For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes. Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground. Letter from Italy. How has kind Heaven adorned the happy land, And scattered blessings with a, wasteful hand ! Ih. A painted meadow, or a purling stream. lb. Unbounded courage and compassion joined. Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great. And make the hercrand the man complete. The Campaign. Bides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. lb. Such easy greatness, such a graceful port, So turned and finished for the camp or court ! lb. And those who paint them truest, praise them most. * Ih. Music, the greatest good that mortals know, And all of heaven we have below. Bong for Bt. Cecilia's Day. 5.'. S. Nothing is capable of being well set to musio that is not nonsense. The BpeotAtor. Vol. 1, Ko. IS. A perfect tragedy is tlie noblest production of human nature. Xo. 39, The seeds of punning nro in tlie minds of all men, and though thoy may be subdued by roiison, rotloction, and good sense, tliey will be very apt to slioot up in the greatust genius. greatiist Xo. 61. • or. Pope, " Ho boat can nalnt tlioin wlio can foul tliQiii most." 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 or without thee. No. 68. Tr. of Martial, Epig., Bk. 12,47. 5« " Difficilis, faciUs." There is not so variable a thing in Nature as a lady's head-dress. Vol. i, No. 98. Everyone that has been long dead has a dne proportion of praise allotted him, in which wnilst he lived his friends were too profuse and his enemies too sparing. Xo 10'. Sunday clears away the rust of the whole week. No. 112. Sir Roger told them, with the air of a man who would not give his judgment rashly, that much might be said on both sides. No. ISi. The imight is a mnch stronger Tory in the country than in town. No. 116. Softly speak and sweetly smile. Vol. 4, No. tt9 (Tr. from Boilean). There is nothing in Nature so irksome as general discourses. No. t67. I have often thought, says Sir Soger, it happens very weU that Christmas &ould fall out in the middle of winter. No. 459. These widows, sir, are the most perverse creatures in the world. Vol. S, No. SS5. Melancholy is a kind of demon that haunts our island, and often conveys herself to us in an easterly wind. No. 387. For oh ! Eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. Vol. 6, \o. 453. ffymii, " When all thy mercies," The spacious firmament on high. With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens, a shining &ame. Their great Original proclaim. Ode. No. 466. Soon as the evening shades prevail. The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Kepoats the story of her hirth. Xh. And spread the truth from pole to pole. IK For ever singing as tlioy sliiue, ' ' The Hand that made us is divine." lb. A woman seldom asks advice befiiro she has bought her wedding clothes. Vol 7, Xo. 475. II daucps like an angel ... He is al- wii\s laughing, for he has on infinite deal of wit. /*. A KENSIDE— ANSTE Y. Our disputants put me in mind of the scuttle-fish, that when he is unable to extricate himself, hiackens the "water ahout him till he becomes invisible. The Spectator. Vol. 7. Ode. No. 476. I value my garden more for being full of blackbirds than of cherries, and very frankly give them fruit for their songs, No. 477. There is nothing truly valuable vrhich - can be purchased without pains and labour. The Tatler. Ko. S7. I remember when our whole island was shaken with an earthquake some years ago, there was an impudent mountebank who sold pills, which, as he told the country people, were very good against an earth- quake. Ko. ^40. MARK AKENSIDE (1721-1770). Whei'e Truth deigns to come. Her sister Liberty wiU not be far. Pleasures of the Imagination. Boo/cl, S3. Such and so various are the tastes of men. Book 3, 567 Milton's golden lyre. Ode on a Sermon against Glory. The man forget not, though in rags he lies. And know the mortal fiirough a crown's disguise. Epistle to Curio. 157. Seeks painted trifles and fastastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. The Yirtuoso. 10. Youth calls for Pleasure, Pleasure calls for Love. Love: An Elegy. JAMES ALDRICH (1810-1856). Her suffering ended with' the day ; Yet lived she at its close, And breathed the long, long night away In statue-like repose.* A Death-bed. But when the sun, in all his state, Illumed the eastern skies. She passed through Glory's morning gate, And wallced in Paradise. lb. T. BAILEY ALDRICH (b. 1836). Somewhere in desolate, wind-swept space, In shadow-land, in no man's land, Two huiTying forms met face to face. And bade each other stand. '* And who are you?" said one agape, ' Shuddering in the gloaming light ; " I know not," said the other shape, " I only died last night." Identity. • See Hood. ' HENRY ALDRIDGE (OR ALD- RICH), Dean of Christchurch, (1647-1710). There are five reasons why men drink — Good wine, a friend, or being diy, Or lest you should be by-and-by, Or any other reason why.f SIR WILLIAM ALEXANDER, Earl of Stirling. (See STIRLING.) HENRY ALFORD, Desn cf Canter- bury, (1810-1871). Law is king of all. The School of the Heart. Lesson 6. RICHARD ALISON (16th Century). There is a garden in her face. Where roses and white Ulies grow. An Hour's Recreation in Uusic. There cherries grow that none can buy. Till cheriy-ripe themselves do cry. Jt>. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM (1828-1889). Where Day and Night and Day go by And bring no touch of human sound. The Ruined Chapel. St. 1. Now autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt. Autumnal Sonnet. The soft invisible dew on each one's eyes. ■ lb. His blissful soul was in Heaven, though a breathing man was he ; He was out of time's dominion, so far as the living may be. Poems. W. ALLSTON (1779-1843). Yet, still, from either beach, T'he voice of blood shall reach, More audible than speech, "We are one ! " America to Great Britain, CHRIS. ANSTEY (1724-1805). If ever I ate a good supper at night, I dreamed of the Devil, and waked in a fright. The New Bath Guide. Letter 4- — ^i Consultation of the Physicians. Grants, sweet Granta,where,studiousof ease, Seven years did I sleep, and then lost my degrees. JEpiloyue. \ Translated from a Latin epigram said to ba by Pero Sirmoncl (16th Century) :— Si bene commemini, causae sunt quinque bibendi ; Hospitis adventus ; prsesens sitis atque futura ; Et vini bonitas, aut qwBelibet altera causa. Given in Isaac J. Reeve's " Wild Garland," V. 2. ARBUTHNOT— AKNOLD. [Dr.] J. ARBUTHNOT (1667-1786). Law is a bottomless Fit. ntla of Pamphlet. To bliss unknown my lofty sonl aspires, My lot unequal to my vast desires. Qnotbl Seauton. /. 5S, 3. ARMSTRONG, M.D. (1710-1778). Th' athletic fool, to whom what Heaven denied Of soul, is well compensated in limbs. - Art of Preaenliij Health. BoohS,l.i06. For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable woonds. /. S19. Virtuous and wise he was, but not severe ; He still remembered tliat he once was young. Book 4, 1, tee. Much had he read. Much more had seen: he studied from the life. And in th' original perused mankind. I. til. Bistrust yourself, and sleep before you fight. 'Tis not too late to-morrow to be brave. ' 1.456. Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, Kxpels diseases, softens every pain, 4 Subdues the rage of poison and of plague. 1. 510. T. AUGUSTINE ARNE (1710-1778). Britain's best bulwarks are her wooden walls. Britain's Best Bulwarks. SIR EDWIN ARNOLD (1883-1904). We are the voices of the wandering wind. Which moan for rest, and rest can never find; Lo ! OS the wind is, so is mortal life, A moon, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. The Deva'i Bong to Prinoe BldA^rtha. The slow, dull sinking into withered age, - The Light of Alia. Book 4. Pity and need Make, all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood. Which runneth of one hue; nor caste in tears, Which trickle salt with oU. Book 6. Shall any gaier see with mortal eves, Or any searoher know by mortal mind P Veil utter veil will lift— but there must be Veil upon veil behind. Books. Nor ever onoo ashamed, So we be Domed. 'Pram-men ; Slaves of theliunp ; Servants at Light, The Tenth Moie. St. 18. Our past lives build the present, which must mould The lives to be. Adxnma. Act 1, 1. If hearts be true and fast, HI fates may hurt us, but not harm, at lost. Act 1, 3. One can be a soldier without dying, and « lover witjioat tigiing. jiet S, &. Sudi sight spreads bright behind that blind- ness neis Which men name "seeing." The light of the World. At Bethlehtm. L 100. For love of Him, nation hates nation eo Thatat Bjb sihrine the watchful Islamita Guards Qiiistian throats. Bttokl. MaryM^ddm*. L10S._ Death without dyii^ — ^living; but not Life.* Book 4. Thtttrndtln. I. Mf. MATTHEW ARNOLD (1822-1888). The barren optimistic sophistries Of comfortable moles. To a Kepnblloui ftrlairi. Ennobling this dull pomp^ Oie life of kings^' By eontemplatiou of diviner thine But deeper their voice grows, and nobler their beaiingj Whose youUi m the fires of anguish hath died. A ■odem Siwpho. Others abide our question. Thou art free. Weaak and ask: thou smilest and art stffl Out-topping knowledge. BhalmqwaM. But BO many books thou readest. But so many sdhames thou bnedest, But so many wishes feedest. That thy poor head almost turns. Th* Second Yet they ^believe me, who await No gifts uom chance, have conquered fate. ReslgnatlMk Curled minion, dancer, coiner of sweet words. Bohrab and I Truth sits upon the lips of dying men. It, Their inefteotual fends and feeble hatas— Shadows of hates, but they distress them BtiU. Bidder Dead. To hear the world i^plaud Ihe hoUow Rliost. Whioh blamed the living man. OrewlBg Old. Let the long contention cease ! Oeese are swans, and swans are geese. The Last Wwd. 'Blesj. ' ARNOLD. There's a secret in his breast, Which wi]l never let him rest. Tristram and Isenlt. Part 1. Her look was like a sad embrace ■. The gaze of one who can diyino A grief, ahd sympathise. lb. Now the greaT; winds shoreward blow, Now the salt tides seaward flow ; Now the white wild horses play, Champ and chafe and toss in the spray. The Forsaken Herman, Eyes too expressive to be blue, Too lovely to be grey. Faded Leaves. 4- On the Rhine. Wandering between two worlds— one dead. The other powerless to be bom. Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse. St. 15. The kings of modem thought are dumb. SI. 20. Years hence, perhaps, may dawn an age. More fortunate, alas ! than we. Which without hardness will be sage, And gay without frivolity. St. 27. Children of men ! the Unseen Power, whose eye For ever doth accompany mankind, Hath looked on no religion scornfully. That men did ever find. Progress. Still bent to make some port he knows not where. Still standing for some false impossible shore. A Summer Night. The same heart beats in every human breast. The Buried Life. And then he thinks be knows The hills where his life rose, And the sea where it goes. lb. Nor bring, to see me cease to live, Some doctnr full of phrase and fame, To shake his sapient head, and give The ill he cannot cure a name. A Wish. Kadiant with ardour divine ! Beacons of hope, ye appear ! Languor is not in your heart. Weakness is not in your word, Weariness not on your brow. Rugby Chapel. What shelter to grow ripe is ours ? What leisure to grow wise ? In Hemoi^ of the Author of " Obermann." Too fast we live, too much are tried, Too haro^ed, to attain Wordsworth's sweet calm, or Goethe's wide And luminous view to gain. Ih. For tyrants make man good beyond himself ; Hate to their rule, which else would die away. Their daily-practised chaflngs keep alive. Herope. All this I bear, for, what I seek, I know : Peace, peace is what I seek, and public calm, Endless extinction of unhappy hates. lb. Old Eige is more suspicious than the free And valiant heart of youth, or manhood's firm, Unclouded reason. lb. How many noble thoughts, ±iow many precious feelings of men's heart How many loves, how many gratitudes. Do twenty years wear out, and see expire ! lb. When a wretch For private gain or hatred takes a life,' We call it Tnurder, crush him, brand his name, But when, for some great' public cause, an arm Is, without love or hate, austerely raised Against a power exempt from common checks. Dangerous to all, to be but thus annulled— Banks any man with murder such an act ? lb. With women the heart argues, not the mind. lb. Give not thy heart to despair. No lamentation can loose Prisoners of death from the grave. /*. The man who to untimely death is doomed. Vainly you hedge liim from the assault of harm ; He bears the seed of ruin in himself. lb. For this is the true strenghh of guilty kings. When they corrupt the souls of those they rule. lb. That even in thy victory thou show. Mortal, the moderation of a man. lb. Be neither saint nor sophist-led, but be a man. Empedocles on Ktna. But we are all the same — the fools of our own woes ! lb. We do not what we ought, What we ought not, we do, And lean upon the thought That chance will bring us through. lb. The brave, impetuous heart yields every- where To the subtle, contriving head. lb. And truly he who here Hath run his bright career. And served men nobly, and acceptance found. And borne to light and right his wit- ness high, What could he better wish than then to die. And wait the issue, sleeping underground ? Westminster Abbey. July 21, 18S1. 6 ARNOLD-AUSTESr. For this and that way swings The flux of mortal things, ThoaghmoTiog only 1o one far-set goal. Westminster Abbey. July et,lS81. After light's term, a term of cecity. lb. Polly fevired, refurbished sophistries, And pullulating rites esteme and vain. Ih. Thus sleeping in thine Abbey's friendly shade And the rough waves of hfe for ever laid ! I would not break thy rest, nor change thy doom. Even sA my father, thou, Even OS that loved, that well - recorded Mend — Host thy commission done ; ye both may now Wait for the leaden to work, the lot to end. lb. Proud of port, though something squat. Poor Hatfhlas. Culture is " To know the best that has been said and thought in the world." * Literature and Dogma. Pnfaee {187S). Culture is reading. Jb. When we are asked further, what is con- duct P let us answer. Three-fourths of life. Chap. 1, Beligion Given. Conduct is three-foui'ths of our life and i(s largest concern. lb. The not ourselves, which is in us and all arouud us. 7J. The not ourselves which makes for right- eousness. "TJ. The enduring power, not ourselves, which makes for righteousness. Jb. Inwardness, mildness, and self -renounce- ment do make for man's happiness. Chap. S, Seligim Mte-Girm. The eternal tiot ouraelvei whicli makes for happiness. Chap. 8, Faith in Chritt. The phantasmagorical world of novels qnd of opium. Chap. 11, The Tiiit Givatnm of „ ^ ,, the OU Tesiammt. Swoet reasouaoleness.f St. Paul and Protestantism. J^ffafe {1S70). DR. THOMAS ARNOLD (1T96-I8i2). First, religions and moral principles; «4oondly, gentlemanly conduct; thii'dly, iuteUectuol ability. Jlddren to Ml Boholara. Freiervo proportion in your reading, Keep , ^_ and tlimgs extensSre. 16. your view of men and \ *5n "Cn1tui>e Is tlio pnsalon Ibi- sweetness and light." t AUo wpmitort many timoe In "Lltoroture and Dogma" «ud otiier woika. V ROGER ASCHAM asiS-lSfiS). Some fresh new othe that is not stale, bnt will rin round in the mouth. The Beholemastec To laugh, to lie, to flatter, to face, Foure waies in Court to win men's grace. lb. It is costly wisdom that is bought by ex- perience. ' Jb. By experience we find out a short way by a long wandering. Learning teacheth more in one year than experience in twenty. Zb. JANE AUSTEN (1776-1S17). To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect le&esh- ment Hanafleld Park. Ciap.9. Where an opinion is general, it is usually correct J C%ap. 11. It is happy for you that you possess Uie talent of flattering with delicacy. Iby, J ask whether these pleasing attentions pB^ ceed from the impulse of the moment, or 1^ the result of previous study ? Pride and Pndadlea. Chap. tf. Kobody is on my side, nobody takes part with me ; I am cruelly used, nobody feeb for my poor nerves. (Mrs. Bennet). " I am afraid." repUed Elinor, •' that the pleasantness of on emplormmit does not always onnce its propriety. " » Sense and Sensibility. Chap. 13. ALFRED AUSTIN {h. 1835.) I love tho doubt, the dark, the fear. That still surrouudeth all things hen. Hymn to Death. The time will come when men Will be OS free and equal as the waves. That seem to jostle, bnt that never jar. The iwmr of Babel. Aet t, t. Every life, even the most selfish and ths mMt fnyolous, is a tragedy at last, because it ends with dealA. SaTOBonria. iV/iM. If Nature built by rule and squaiv. Than man what wiser would she be P What wins us is her careless oare. And sweet uiipunotuality. HatON and the Book. Till the half-drunk lean over the half, dressed. », g„^^. An earl by right, by oourte^ aman. 7&. Here lies who, born a man, a grocer died.{ The Belde n Afk ^t^Swllie Prowrbs " What eveiyone saj-s miisl AVELINE— BACON. And Clara dies that Claribel may dance. The Golden Age Lo, where huge LondoD, huger day by day, O'er six fair counties spreads its hideous sway, A. tract there lies hy Fortune's favours blest, And at Fame's font yclept the happy West. You want a seat ? Then boldly sate your itch. Be Teiy radical, and very rich. lb. [Mrs.] E. L. AVELINE (died c. 1850). Call us not weeds — ^we are flowers of the sea. Tales and Fables in Verse. The Flovjers of the Ocean. A swan swam in a silver lake, And gi'acefully swam the swan. A Mother's Fables. The Vain Swan. SIR ROBERT AYTON (1570-1638). Thy favours are but like the wind. That kisseth everything it meets. I do confess. I loved thee once, I'll love no more ; Thine be the grief as is the blame ; Thou art not what thou wast before— What reason I should be the same ? lb. WM. E. AYTOUN, (18131865). There may be danger in the deed, But there is honour too. Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers. The Island of the Scots, S. They bore within their breasts the grief That fame can never heal — The deep, unutterable woe Which none save exiles feel. lb. , IS. Woman's love is wiit in water ! Woman's faith is traced on sand ! Charles Edward at Versailles. [Sir] FRANCIS BACON (Lord Vero- lam and Viscount St. Albans) (1560-1626). Then gi'ew the learning of the schoolmen to be utterly despised as barbarous. Fpoficience and Advancement of Learning. JiooJc 1. A credulous man is a deceiver. Id. Time which is the author of authors. li. And to speak tnily, "Aiitiquitas sseculi, inventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient. li. If a man will begin with certainties, he shall and in ^oubts ; but if he will be con- tent to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties. lb, [Knowledge,] a rich storehouse, for the glory of the Creator, and the relief of man's estate. IS. There is no power on earth which setteth up a throne, or chair t>i state, in the spirits and souls of men, and in their co|;itations, imaginations, opinions, and behefs, but knowledge and learning. lb. Libraries, which are as the shrines where all the relics of the ancient saints, full of true vii'tue, and that without delusion or imposture, are preserved and reposed. JBooIc t Of the nature of the sun, which passetfa through pollutions, and itself remains as pure as before. lb. Aristotle noteth well, "that the nature of everything is best seen in his smallest portions." lb. Antiquities are history defaced, or somo remnants of history which have casually escaped the shipwreck of time. lb. Ca3sar, in modesty mixed with greatness, did for his pleasure apply the name of a Commentary to the best history of the world. " lb. And now last, this most happy and glorious event, that this island of Britain, divided from all the world, should be united in itself. . lb. It is the true office of history t6 represent the events themselves, together with the counsels, and to leave the observations and conclusions thereupon to the liberty and faculty of every man's judgment. lb. It [poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by sub- mitting the shows of things to the desires of the mind ; whereas reason doth buckle and bow the miud unto the nature of things. lb. The knowledge of man is as the waters, some descending from above, and some springing up from beneath ; the one in- formed by the light of nature, the other inspired by divine revelation. lb. There was never miracle wrought by God to convert an atheist, because the light of nature might have led him to confess a God. lb. Democritus said, " That the truth of nature lieth hid in certain deep mines and caves." 2b. They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea. lb. It being the nature of the mind of man, to the extreme prejudice of knowledge, to delight in the spacious liberty of generalities. li. 8 BACON. Medicine is a science which hath been, as we have said, more professed ttian lahonied, and yet more laboured than adTanced ; the labour having been, in mj judgment, lather in circle than in progression. Proflcience and Advancement ot Iieamlnj. SookS. Words are but the current tokens or marks of popular notions of things. It. The great sophism of all sophisms brang equivocation or ambignify of words and phrase. -K- Words, as a Tartar's bow, do 'shoot back upon the understanding of the wisest, snd mightily entangle and pervert the judg- ment, li. Words are the tokens current and accepted for conceits, as moneys are for values. li. So hath he [man] sought to come forth of the second general curse, which was the confusion of tongues, by the art of grammar. 16. A dance is a measured pace, as a verse is a meosured speech. li. ■ There is no man but spoaketh more honestly than he con do or think. It. As Plato said elegantlv, " That Virtue, if she could be seqn, would move great love and affection." It. As it hath been wisely noted, the most corrected copies ore commonly the least correct. lb. It is one method to practise swimming with_ bladders, and another to practise dancing with heavy shoes. 16. In life there is no man's spirit so soft, but esteemeth the effecting of somewhat that he hath fixed in his desire, more than sensu- ality, li. We are much beholden to Uochiavel and others, that write what men do, and not what they ought to do. 16. Men must pursue things which are just in present, and leave the future to the Divine Providence. /j. For as the ancient poUtioians in popular estates wore wont to ooinpara the people to the sea, and the orators to the winds ; be- cause as the sea would of itself be calm and Siiiet, if the winds did not move and trouble , 80 ttie people would be peaceable and tractable, if the seditious orators did not set them in working and agitation, /*, .Did not one of the fathers* in groat in- dignation call poesy, vinum dcsmonum t 16. All good moral philosophy, as was said, is but a handmaid to religfoii. /jj • St, Austin. Su Ultn, " Poesia est," rto. By aspirins to a similitude of God in goodness, or love, neither man nor angd ever trangieased, or shall trangress. lb. States, as great en^nes, move slowly, and are not so soon put out of frame. J6. Man seeketh in society comfort, use, and proteclfon. 16. Many are wise in their own ways, that are weak for government or counseL lb. It is as hard and severe a thing to be a true poUtician as to be truly moral. . J6. No man's fortune can be an end wcvthy of his being. JS. Idberty of speedi inviteth and ^Dvoknth liberty to be used again, and so biingeth much to a man's knowledge. O. Another precept of Uiis knowledge is, by all possible endeavour, to frame me mind to be pUant and obedient to occasion. M. Nothing is more politic than to make the wheels of our mind ooncenlric aadvoIoUs wiUi the wheels of fortune. \ffi. Surely the oontinnal habit of iii«wiin"^i^rfii"g' is but a weak and sln^jish cunning, nS not greaOy poKtic. li. ' Fortunes . . . come tumbling into somo men's laps. Jh. That other principle of I>sander, " Diat children are to be deceived with oomflta, and men with oaths." n. It is in life, as it is in ways, the shoxtsst way is commonly the fbolest, and sni^ the fairer way is not much about R. Heir discourses are as the stars, wliidi give little light, because they are so high. A There are in natun certain fountuns of justice, whence all civil laws are derived. but OS streams. Jb. This writing seemeth to me . . . not much better than that noise or sound whidi musicians malos while they are in tnningthw instruments, which is nothing plessant to hear, but yet is a cause why the mosio is sweeter afterwards. U, The inseparable propriety ot time,t whidk is ever more and more to oiadose with. JH, That andent and jpatieut request, ■■Yer- bei^a, sed audi." (" l&rike, but hear"). Ik That which is imprinted upon tha spirit of man bv an inward instinct, aooordinK to the law vt consoienoe, which is a sparkl* ot the purity of his first estate. lb. Those which have not sufficiently learned out of Solomon, that "the causeless cuist shall not come." n, J "I^»»P»™W« proprletr," <.t. tnA-srlaWs BACON. 9 Generally, music feedeth the disppsitiou of spirit which it fiudeth. SylYa SylTarnm, Century H, II4. A dry March and a dry May portend a wholesome summer, if there be a showering April between. 9, 807, Their law of keeping out strangers is a law of pusillanimity and fear. New Atlantis. God's first creature, which was light. lb. The reverence cf a man's self is, next roli^on, the chiefest bridle of all vices, lb. The mind is the man. Ur. Bacon in praise of Knowledge. A man is but what he knoweth. lb. Is it not knowledge that doth alone clear the mind of all perturbations f lb. Is truth ever barren ? lb. The industiT of artificers maketh some email improvement of things invented ; and chance sometimes in experimenting maketh us to stumble upon somewhat which is new ; but all the di-sputation of tlie learned never brought to light one effect of nature before unknown. lb. All this is but a web of the wit ; it can work nothing.^ lb. They learn nothing there [at the uni- versities of Europe] but to believe ; first to believe that others Jcnow that which they know not ; and after that themselves know thit which they knpw not. lb. The sovereignty of man lieth hid in know- ledge ; wherein many things are reserved that kings with their treasure cannot buy, nor with their force command. lb. It is no less true in this human kingdom of knowledge, than in God's kingdom of heaven, that no man shall enter into it, " except he become first as a little child." Yalerins Terminus of the Interpretation of Nature. (7A«p. 1. A religion that is jealous of the variety . of learning, discourse, opinions, and $ects, as misdoubting it may shake the founda- tions,, or that cherisheth devotion upon simplicity and ignorance, as ascribing ordinary effects to the immediate working , of God, is adverse to knowledge. Cha/p. 25. Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation. What is truth, said jesting Pilate ; and would not stay for an answer.* Essavs (First series and edition, 1597). 1, Of Truth. A mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure. lb. One of the fathers, in great severity, called poesy, vinum daemonum. lb. It is not the lie that passeth through the mind, but the lie that sinketh in, and settleth in it, that doth the hurt. lb. No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of truth.f /*. It is heaven upon earth to have a man's mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth. lb. Men fear death, as children fear to 'go in the dark. 2. Of Death. It is as natural to die, as to be bom. lb. Above all, believe it, the sweetest canticle is " Nunc dimittis," when a mau hath obtained worthy ends and expectations. Death hath his also; that it opeueth the gate to good fame, and extinguisheth enw. All colours will agree in the dark. 3. Of XTnitij in Seligion, - Bevenge is a kind of wild justice. Envy, which is' proud weakness, and deserveth to be despised. Filnm Labyrinthl, In government change is suspected, though to the better. lb. A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green. lb. Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament ; adversity is the blessing of the New, which caiTieth the greater bene- diction. 5. Of Adversity, Virtue is- like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed and crushed; for prosperity does best discover vice, but 'adversity doth best discover virtue. lb. It is good that a man's face gives his tongue leave to speak. 6. Of Simtdation and Dissimulation. Children sweeten labours ; but they make misfortunes more bitter. 7. Of Parents and Children. He that hath a wife and children, hath given hostages to fortune. 8. Of Marriage and Single Life. * "Pilate asked, Quid est Veritas? And then some other matter took him in the head, and so up he rose and went his way before he had his answer. He deserved never to find what truth was." — Bishop Andrewes, sermon, Of tiie Resur- rection, 1613. t Paraplu-ase of Lucretius. See Latin, " Sed nil dulcius eat,'* etc. 10 BACON. There aie some other, that account ynie and children but as bills of charges. EBsays. 8. Of Marriage and Single Life, Wives are yonne men's mistresses ; com- panions for mid£e-age; and old men's uiu'scs. Ih. He was reputed one of the wise men that made answer to the question, when a man should maiTf ? "A young man not yet ; an elder man not at aU.'* lb. The spealdii^ in perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but in love. 10. Of Love, The arch-flatterer, with whom all the potty flatterers have intelligenoe, is a man's ielf. lb. Men in great place ai-e thrice servants. Essays (.Editiim oflUlX). 11. Of Great Place. It is a strange desire, to seek jiowerrand to lose liberty. li. By pains men come to greater pains ; . . and i>y iudignitjies men come to dignities. li. Happy, as it were, by report lb. Set it down to thyself, as well to create good precedents, as to follow them. lb. Ask counsel of both times : of the ancient time what is best ; and of the latter time what is fittest. lb. Severity brecdeth fear, but roughness breedeth hate. Even reproofs from au- thority ought to be grave, and not taantiiig. As in natm'O things move violently to their place, and calmly in their place; so virtue in ambition is violent, in authority settled and calm. 7j, Ho said it that know it best. It. Of BoldmM, There is in human nature, geni more of the fool than of the wise. In civil business, what first f— Boldness. What second and third f— Boldness. And vet boldness is a child of ignorance and baseness. 7A, Boldness is an ill keeper of i^romise. lb. In charity there is no excess. IS, Of OoaiuMiyand Oeodnen ofMlmt, It a man be gracious and courteous to ■trans;ors, it shows he is a oitiasa of the world, yj. It is a Kiverend thing to &ee an ancient castle or building, not in decur. if QfKebUiiif. New nobility is but the oot ol power, but anoieut uoblUfy Is the act of time. It. KobiUty of birth commonly abateth in- dustry, li^ The four pillars of government, . . . religion, iostice, counsel, and treasure. 15. Of Seditions and Troubla. The surest way to prevent seditions, if the times do bear it, is to take away the matter of them. J^ Whatsoever is somewhere gotten is some- where lost ^^ Jfoney is like mud^ not good except it bs lb. Tlie remedy is worse than the disease. lb. God never wrought mimele to comiws atheism, because his ardimurf works con- vince it IS. OfAtheitm. A litUe philoaojihy indineth man's mind to atheism ; but d^tn in philosophy faringeHi men's minds about to jm^sm. M. Atheism is rather in the lip than in the heart of man. lb. There is a superstition in avoiding safier- stition. If. Of SiipenlitiOH, Let diaries therefore be bittnght i« oae. &Ofl\v^ It is a miserable state of mind to kave few things to desire, and many thinntto fear. 19. OfJSmi^ Princes are like to heavenly bodies, vhich cause good or evil times; and whidi han much veneration, but no itist ifc^ Books wiH speak phuu, whan ooonasQalc : Uanch. tO. Of Commit There is no secren oonipantUe to eel«^. SI. OfMei^ There ore some that cam pMlcflnoaid% and yet cumot ]^y well ; so tiieie toe some that are good in ouavassas and factions, Oal ore otherwise weak men. IS. Of CnmiMig, I knew one that when he wrote a letter, ho would put liiBt which was moA mateiiil in the poatsoripl, as if it had been a bye- matter, n. Nothing doth more hurt in a state, flmi that oumung men pass for wise, Ih.' Bs so tme to thyself, as thou he not tsiai toothers. tS. qfn^isdomfiraMaii't&lf. It is the nature of extreme self -107018, as they will set a house ou fire, and it werebot to roast their eggs. H, It is the wisdom of 4Jie er«oodiles, that shed toan when they would devour. It. He that will not apply new lamedias, must expect new e^j^; for ttn* is tita greatest muovator. ~TI^ 0/ Imnvatim. , It were good, therstoie, that men in &«ir innovations would follow the example ot time itself, which indeed iunovateth erei^, but quietly and by degrees sooioe to tie perceived. - 74 BACON. 11 I kaew a wise man that had. it for a by- word, '"when he saw men hasten to a con- clusion, " Stay a little, that we may make an end the sooner." Essays. 25. Of Despatch. To choose time, is to save time. lb. The French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than tiiey are. 26. Of Seeming JFiae. It liad been hard for him that spake it to have put more truth and imtruth together, in a few words, than in that speech : " Who- soever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast, or a god." ^. Of Friendship. A crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures. lb. No receipt openeth the heart but a true friend. J6. It redoubleth joys and cuttoth griefs in halfs. . //(. "When all is done, the help of good counsel is that which setteth business straight. /4. Cure the disease, and kill the patient. Il>. Riches ai-e for spending. 2S. Of Expense. A man ought warily to begin charges, which once begun will continue. lb. Neither is money the sinews of war^ as it is trivially said. lb. No people overcharged with tribute is fit for empire. lb. Thus much is certain ; that he that com- mands the sea is at gi-eat liberty, and may take as much and as httle of the war as ho will. lb. Age will' not be defied. SO. Of Regiment of Jlealth. Suspicions, amongst thoughts, are like bats amongst birds, they ever fly by twilight. SI. Of Suspicion. There is nothing makes a man suspect much, more than to know little. * lb. Intermingle . . . jest with earnest. 32. Of Discourse. He that hath a satiiical vein, as he maketh others afraid of his wit, so he had need be afraid of others' memory. lb. Discretion of speech is more than elo- quence, lb. Be not penny- wise ; riches have wings, and sometfines they fly away of themselves, sometimes they must be set flying to "bring in more.* S4. Of Riches'. [Dreams. and predictions] ought to serve but for winter talk by the fireside. S5. Of Prophecies. * See Prov. xxiii. 5. He that plots to be the only figure among ciphers, is the decay of a whole age. S6. Of Ambition. Nature is often hidden, sometimes over- come, seldom extinguished. SS. Of Nature in Men. A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds. lb. They come home to men's business and bosoms. Essays {^Edition of 1625). Preface. A man that is young in years may be old in hours, if he have lost no time. 4^. Of Youth and Age. Men of age object too much, consult too long, adventure too little, repent too soon. lb. Beauty is as summer fruits, which are easy to corruj)t, and cannot last. ^. Of Beauty. Houses ai'e built to live in, and not to look on. 4S. Of Building. God Almighty first planted a garden : and indeed it is the purest of human pleasures. 48. Of Gardens. It is generally better to deal by speech, than by letter. 47- ^S Negotiating. Costly followers are not to be liked ; lest while a man maketh his train longer, he make his wings shorter. 4S. Of Followers and Friends. There is little friendship in the world, and least of all between equals. lb. Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. 50. Of Studies. To spend too much time in studies is sloth. lb. Natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study. Ih. Bead not to contitidict and confute ; nor to believe and take for granted ; nor to find talk and discourse ; but to weigh and con- sider, lb. Some books are to be tasted, others to te swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. lb. Beading maketh a full man ; conference a ready man ; and writing an exact man. lb. Histories make men wise ; poets, witty ; the mathematics, subtile, "natural philosophj', deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. lb. Light gains make heavy purses. 52. Of Ceremonies and Respects. Small matters win great commendation. lb. A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. lb. 12 BACON. He that is too much in anything, so that he giveth another occasion of satiety, maketh himself cheap. EMayi. 'SB. Of Ceremoniet and Betpeeti. Fame is like a river, thatbearethup things light and swoln, and drowns things weight and solid. lb. The arch-flatterer, which is a man's self. /*. lSeeNo.lO{lB97ed.).^ It was prettily devised of Maa^ : The fly sat upon the axle-tree of the chanot-wheel, and said, AVhat a dust do I raise ! ' B4. Of Vain-Glary. The place of justice is a hallowed place. 66. Of Ju&eaturt. The true religion is built upon the rock ; the rest are tossed upon the waves of time. 58. Of rieiaritude of Thingi. He is the fountain of honour. Of a Kiiy. They serve to be recited upon occasion of themselves. They serve if yon take out the kernel of them, and make them your own. A CoUectlon of Apophthefma. Ptefaee. Like strawberry wives, that laid two or throe great strawberries at the month of their pot, and all the rest were little ones. No. 19. {Related at a saying of Qmm Elizabeth). Demosthenes, wlien he fled from ike battle, and that it was reproached to him. said, " That he that flies nught fight turain." Tholes, being asked when a man should marry, said : " Young men not yet, old men not at all." No.77. Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bod supper. Ko. 06. Isabella of Spain used to say, " Whoso- ever bath a good presence and a good fashion, carries continual letters tl lecom- mendation." JVb. ijo. Alonzo o{ Arragon was wont to say in commendation of age, "That age appeared to.be best in four things : old wood oest to bum; old wiue to drink; old friends to trust J and old authors to read," No. 134. Sir Henry Savil was asked by my lord of EsBox his opinioD touching poets. He answered mjrlord : •• That he thought them the best writers, next to them that writ F<»e." No.lSi. Ohilon would say, " That gold was tried with the touchstone, and men with gold " One of the fathers saith . . , that old men go to death', and death comes to young "iBn- No. m. Cato Major would say, "That ... _ learned more by fools, than fools ^ wise men." No.t74. "He had mnchrathermen-BhouIdaakand wonder why he had no statn^ tlwB why he had a statue." fCato theeW^S teply when asked why he had no Btatoel No. sSS. " Harry, now it is somewhat, tarmnr it is rhyme, wnereaa before it was raS^ba tiiyme nor reason." [Sir Thoa. Kam, on a fntpA having venifiea an indillamid book whidi he had written.] No.tS7. One of the Seven was wont to say : "That laws were like cobwebs; where the small flies were cuigh^ and the great broke throng." No. 191. Aii«otijinn« would say ... "At Athens wise men did propose, and foolB dispose." A Inshop that was someiriiat a dcHiata person, braied twice a day. Afriendoflua said to him : " Hy lord, whT do yon tattle twice a day?" The bishop ansifewd: " Because I cani^ot convemen^ jatha thrice." tmJUtltttm, eotttained in Oe Origkui Bt^om, hiU milM , in later eopiet. Mi #^ ■ Diogenes said of a yoong man that danoed daintify, and was much oonimeiidad : " As better, the worse." Jh. tBB. Auger makes dull men witfy, bat it ke^ them poor. Cartaln Apophtbe Injuries ooma from them that have th* upper hand. A. I am ot his mtnd that said, "Better ia it to live where nothing is lawful, than what* all things are lawful." Ik * Tlio anthentlclty ot Uiia Easay UdouMsd. BACON. 13 WTiy should there be such turmoil and such strife, To spin in length this feehle line of life ? Translation of certain Psalms, Fsalm DO. 1 have rather studied boo1» than men. Advice to Sir Geo. Villiers. I hold every man a debtor to his profession. The Elements of the Common Law. Freface. It [Latin] is a language wherein a. man shall not be enticed to hunt after words, but matter. Jb, Merit is worthier than fame. Letters. ^0. f/S. A Letter of Advtce to mil Lord of Essex {1599). Books are the shrine where the saint is, or is belieyed to be. No. 77. To Sir Thomas Sodley 11605). They say late thanks are ever best. To Soiert, Lord Cecil (July, 1603). I am too old, and the seas are too long* for me to double the Capo of Good Hope. Memorl2il of Access (1622), For my name and memory I leave it to men's charitable speeches, and to foreign nations, and the next ages. Last WIU {Bee. 19, 16^5). He that defers his charity until he is dead, is, if a man weighs it rightly, rather liberal of another man's than of his own. • A Collection of Sentences. Jfo. 55. The best part of beauty is that wUch a picture cannot express. JS'o. 64. Books must follow sciences, and not sci- ences books. A Proposal for Amending the Laws of England. \_The following are quotations from wor/cs written in Latin, ] Vix enim datur, auctores simul et admirari, et superare. (It is scarcely permitted for authors to be admired and at the same time to excel.) Instauratio Magna. De Augmentis Scientlarnm.* Frcefatio. lie Statu Scientiarum. Gloria et honor, virtuti, pro stimulis et calcaribus, subserviunt. (Glory and honour serve as goads and spurs to virtue. ) Fart 1. Lib. 6, cap. S, Soph. 10. * "De Augmentis Scientiarum," an enlarged version, in Latin, of "The Advancement of LeamiDg." Quotations already given from tlii:i Itook are not here repeated, thoiigli, for the most pai't, the passages extracted re-appear, in Latin,' iu the " De Augmentis Scientiarum." Beformes uaturam ulcisoi solent. (De- formed persons are wont to avenge them- selves on nature. ) Fart 1. Lib. 6, cap. 3. JExempla Antithetorum. 2 Forma. Virtus, ut gemma nobilis, melius iuseritur sine multo aui'O et ornatu. (Virtue, as a transcendent gem, is better set without much gold and ornament.) lb. Senes omnia metuuht, praeter Deos. (Old men fear all things, except the gods. ) 3. Juvenilis. Corpus sanum, hospes animsB est^ aegrum, ergastularius. (A healthy body is the guest [chamber] of the soul; a sick, its prison.) 4- Faletiido. Divitise bona ancilla, pessima domina. (Wealth is a good servant, a very bad mistress.) 6. Divitia. 'Vox populi habet aliquid divinum : nam quomodo aliter tot capita in unum conspirare possint ? (The voice of the people has about it something divine : for how otherwise can so many heads agree together as one ?) 9. Laiis, Exisiimatio. Ne mireris si vulgus verius loquatur, quam houoratiores ; quia etiam tutius loquitur. (Do not wonder if the common people speak more truly than those of higher rank ; for they speak with more safety. ) lb. Cogitamus secundum naturam ; loquiniur secundum prsecepta ; sed agimus secundum consuetadiuem. (We think according to nature ; we speak according to rules ; but we act according to custom.) 10. Nattira. Stultitia unius, fortuna alterius. (One man's folly is another man's fortune. ) 11. Fortuna. Praestat nullam habere de diis opinionem, quam contumeUosam. (It is better to have no belief in the- gods than a dishonouring belief.) IS. Superstitio. Magni hypocritae sunt veri atheists. (Great hypocrites are the real atheists). Jb. Invidia festos dies non habet. (Envy has no holidays. ) 16. Invidia. Qui misericordiam inimico impertit, sibi denegat. (Who shows mercy to an enemy deprives himself of it. ) 18. Crudelitas. Justitite debetur, quod homo homini sit Deus, non lupus. (It is due to justice that man shall be a God to man, and not a wolf. ) W. Justitia. Nil terribile nisi ipse timer. (Nothing is terrible except fear itself.) SI. Fortitiido. Basis virtutum constantia. (Constancy IS the foundation of virtues.) 23. Constantia. 14 BACON. Lectio est coarersatio cum pxudentibiiB ; actio fere cum stultis. (Beading is convene with thpiwiso; action generally with fools.) t6. Litera. Sapere ex regula et ezperientia, plane contrario: rationes simt ; ut qui olteri aesue- factus sit, ad alterum sit ineptus. (To he wise by rule and by experience are utterly opposite principles : so that he who is uaea to the one is unfit for the other.) lb. Opportuua prudentia non est, quss celeria non est. (I^udence is of no service unless it be prompt.) - 17. ISvmptittido. Qui cito crrat, dto errorem emendoi. (Ho who errs quickly is quick in oorrectiog the error.) lb. Colore popuhim est oolL (To worship the people is to be worshipped.) SO. jPopularilat. Nil moderatum vuIko gratum est. (Noth- ing moderate is pleasing to the crowd.) Jb. Silentium stultorum virtus: itaque recte ille silenti: Si prudens es, stultus es; si etnltus, prudens. (Silence is the virtue of fools : BO ho lightly said to the silent man : " If you are wise, you are a fool ; if you ore a tool, you are wise.") SI. LoquaciUu. Dissimulatio dissimulatiouem invttat. ^Dissimulation invites dissimulation.) St. Dimitmilath. Quod actio onitori, id audacia viro dvili ; prlmum, secundum, 1»rtium. (What action IS to the orator, that is boldness to the public man ; first, second, third.) SS. Audada, Fessima solitude, non veras habere ami-. ciiias. (The worst solitude is to have no true friendships.) 37. Amieitia. Vindicta privata, justioia agrestis. fPri- vate revenge is wild justice.) S9. J'ifuUcta. Non jam leve est periculum, si leve vide- atur. (If the danger seems slight, then truly it IS not slight.) 4S. Friiicipiu Oittait. Suspicio fldem aliEolvit. (Suspicion ab- solves faith, ) ^ Siupieio. Sutpioionum iutemperies est mania qnie- dam Svilis. (SuperaDundance of suspicion is a kind of political madness.) Jb. Oum reoeditur a litera, judex trimsit in legislatorem. (When he deports from the letter of tlis law, the judge traustorms him- Bolt into a law-maker.) ^, Verba legh.* * SkvUh fldollly ts out of date : When cxp?lUtnn ftklla, intcrpolato. — QoEi'M ((r.). Durum est, torquere leges, ad ho^ut tor- queant homines. (It is a hard thing to torture the laws so that they torture msnO Fart 1, Lib. S, cap. S. Aphov. IS. Non sunt autem pejores lajpio, qnAn laquei legum, pncsertim pnansdiilm. (bi- deed, there are no worse snaies tium the snares of the laws, especially tiie penal laws.) Aphw. SS. Siqaidom ex dnbitotioDa error honoron acquuit; varitaa patitnr ropulaam. (For fhnilgfi doubt error acquires honow; truth suffers repulse.) IWrl 1, Lib. 4, cap. I. Aifiaem. Verba notkmom tessors sunt (Wor& are the counters of ideas:) Fart S, Lib. 1, Aphw. 11 Si honunes etiam insanirent ad nnum modum et conformiter, illi satis bene inter se oongruere possent. ^f only men would be maH in the same fashion and oonfarm- ably, they might manage to agree £ii^ weU together.) Apktr If. Quod enim mavnlt homo veram. esee^ id potios credit. (For man prefos to hdiere what he prefers t» be true.) Aphar. fi. Media mundi tempora, quoad sdentiannA eegetem uberem ant hetaun, infeUda foa- mnt, (The middle times of the worid,t so far OS a rich or ftiiitfal crop of scienen, were onfoitmiate.) Apksr. 78. Magna ista edentianim mater. (Hiot great molbeir of the sdeocea [natoiMl philosophy].) Apktr. SO. Auctori antem auetonim, otgiu adeo om- uis auotoritotis, Tempoii. (llie witliMr^tf authors, and so of all authority, Xlma.) As*». U Neqnetamen negoudum est alohemisias non pauoa invsniaaB, et iuveutis utilibus homines donasaa. ra'evertheless it is not to be denied Quit the uchemiata invontaS not a few things, and preaanted men witii usetol inventions.} Apktr. 96. Philosopihia notinalSs, post Tabaai''Dei, oertissima suparstitioms mediciua art. (Nar twal philosophy, next to the word of Qod, is the surest meoidna lor supetttition.) J^tktr. 89. Sol enim CDque i>alatia et cloooas iBgl»>1 ditur, ncquo tomen poUuitur. (For ths b«| . finds its way iuto paloaas and sewets i'~ yet is not polluted.) Nature enim non impetatur, niaii (For nature is not governad obeying her.) ♦ Uwd by Bacon appai-eotly h> nhivnat to Ui« middle ac«« between the Ronuui pulaiiaA 1 10 mil century, but also to Wie period lirtirMB the Greek sml Roman olvlllsaUods. BAILEY— BAILLIE. 15 Keote ^onitur : " Vere scire, esso per causas scire." (It is rightly laid dowu: " To know truly is to know by causes.") Fart 2, Lib. 2. Aphor. 1. De natura naturam ipsam consulere. (About nature to consult nature herself.)* Part 3, Introductio. Omnia mutari, et nil vore interire, ac Euramam matenEB prorsus eandem manere satis constat. (It is sufficiently clear that all things ai'e changed, and nothing really perishes, and that the sum of matter re- mains absolutely the same.)t Cogitationes de Natura Rerum, i'. Non desperandum. (It .is not a thing to be despaired of. ) Partis aecundsB Instaurationis Delineatio et Argumentum: Adeo ut onmes imperii virga sive bacillum Tcre superius inflexum sit. (So that every wand or staff of empire is forsooth curved at top.) J De Saplentia Veterum (1609) . 6. Tan, sive NatKra. Hinc soholasticorum quisquilioe et turb33. (Hence the cobwebs and clatterings of the schoolmen.) Hedltationea Sacrea. De Genenbus Impostura. Nam et ipsa soientia potestas. (For knowledge itself is power.) De Hceresibus. Verum ut post volumina sacra Dei et Soripturarum, secundo loco volumen illud magnum operumDeiet creaturarum, streuue et prae omnibus libris (qui pro comnientariis tantum haberi debent) evolvatis. ( [I be- seech you] indeed that after the sacred volumes of God and the Scriptures, you will study, in the second place, that gi-eat volume of the works and creatures of God, strenuously, and before all books, which ought to be only regarded as commentaries). Epistolse, 6. Percelebri Collegia sanctte et individtcte Triniiutis in Cantahrigia. PHILIP J. BAILEY (1816-1905). Who can mistake great thoughts ? Great Thoughts. Night brings out staig as sorrows show us truths. Truth and Sorrows. • Stated by Banou to bo "the sole and only way in which the foundations of true and active philosophy can be established." "t The first portion is from Ovid, v. Latin, " Omnia nuitantar." t Sonietiuiea translated, "All sceptres are crookei-l atop." Tlio context states that tHey are like the sheep-hook of Pan, and signify that government, if prudent, must be roundabout and indirect ip its methods The world is just as hollow as an eggshell. Festus. We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths ; In feelingsj not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. lb. Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins. lb. Life's but a means unto an end : that end. Beginning, mean, and end to all things — God. lb. It matters not what men assume to be. Or good or bad, they are but what they are. lb. Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, And tell them: and the truth of truths is love. lb. A bridge of groans across a stream of tears. /*. A crown, if it hurt us, is hardly worth wearing. lb. A double error sometimes sets us right. lb. Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell. ■ /*. The brave Die never. Being deathless, they but change Their country's arms, for more, their country's heart. lb. The worst-men give oft the best advice. lb. Who never doubted, never half believed ; AVhere doubt, there truth is, — 'tis her shadow. lb. JOANNA BAILLIE (1762-1861). It thou hast any love or mercy in thee. Turn me upon my face, that 1 may die. Plays (1798-1836). EthuoU. Part 2, Act 2, g. Though duller thoughts succeed, The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss. The Beacon. Act 1, g. Uprouse ye, then, my merry men ! It is our opening day. Orra. Act 3, 1. Can spirit from the tomb, or fiend from hell More hateful, more malignant be than man? Act 3, 2. He was not all a father's heart could wish ; But oh, he was my son !— my only son, My child ! lb. He is too much my pride to wake my envy, Jiasil. Act 1, s. What custom hath endeared We part with sadly, though we prize it not. lb. 16 BALFOUR— BARHAM. The brave mim is not he who feels no fear, For that were etupid and irrational ; But he, whose noble soul its fear subdnes, And bravely dares the danger natnre shrinks from. JBatil: Act S, 1. How like a hateful ape. Detected, grinning, 'midst his pilfered hoard, A cunning man appears, whose secret frauds Are opened to the day ! Act S, S. [St. Hon.] ARTHUR J. BALFOUR (b. 1848). Kant, as we all know, compared moral law to the starry heavens, and foimd them both sublime. On thenaturalistic hypothesis we should rather compare it to the pro- tective blotches on a beetle's bock, and find them both ingenious. Fonndattons of BalleL JAMES BALLANTINE (1808-1877). For a' sae sage he looks, what can the laddie ken f He's thinkin' upon naething, like mony migh^ men ; A wee thing maks us think, a sma' thuig males us stare ; There are mair folks than him biggin' castles in the air. Castles In the Air. J. C. BAMFYLDE (1749-1796). Bugged the breast that music cannot tome. Bonnat G. LINN/EUS BANKS (1821-1881). For the cause that lacks assistance. The wrong that needs resistance, For the future in the distance. And the good that I can do. What I Uy« tor. ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD, nc« AIKIN (1743-183S). Of her scorn the moid repented, And the shepherd of his love. Leave me, simple Shepherd. life ! we've been long together. Through pleasant aSi tnrough doudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when fi'iouds are dear Perhaps will cost a sigh, a tear ; Tlien steal away, give little warning; Ohoosa thine own time ; Say apt "Good-night"; but in some brighter clime Bid me " Uood-moming." • uu. Thu dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her senith with the stars. Bummer Evening Hedltatlon. . * WoMswortli asld of tills atanni "Ism not In the habit of grudging psopla thalr good thlnn. but I wlah I had written tlioia lines.'' ^' Man is the nobler growth our realms suj^y. And souls are ripened in our northern sky. The InvltatilHi. Society than solitude is worse, And man to man is still tiie greatest cmse. Ovid to hli Wife. The world has little to bestow Where two fond hearts in eqaal love are joined. DellB. Tet if then dar'st not hope, thondost not love. Bong: Ount nen, fond youth. JOHN BAKBODK (1316T-1395). Stories to rede ax delitabill. Suppose tlut they be nocbt but fabilL Xha BiBBe. Pi-dogm. Ah ! freedom is a noUe tiling i Freedom makes man to have liking ! Freedom all solace to man gives ! He lives at ease, that £ceely lives ! Book 1, US. For love is of sae mickle might. That it all painesmakis light. Soott,S!0. IRcT.I K. H. BARHAII (1T89-18«5). And utogethsr it's verv bad wealher. And an unpleasant sort of a night ! Tk* JVmw's Sterjf. Flowers of remarkable siae and hae^ Flowers such as Bdm never knew. R. And her hat was a beaver, and mode like a man's. i^y Morgam tht Milkmmfi S)arg. There, too, full many an AMaram/Ai nose BoUed its loud diapason after dinner. But wornuD, wakeful woman's never wewtf, — Abovo all, when she wails to t{iurap her deaiy. A. dhosta, like Uie ladies, never spook till apiAa to. it. And, talking of Bpitaqdis, much I admire his, " Oireumspioe, si monumentom requiris " ; Which on erudite verger translated to me, " If you ask for his monument, SiiwK>oma— spy— see ! " • ilf (^fiMmpk. Not a MMi hod he got— not a guinea oraok) And he looked most confoundedlvfluiried, As he bolted away without paying ois diot, j And the landlady after himniuiied. JPirodj/ on M« Jkth */ Sir Joku Moon. The sun liad gone down fiery red ; And if , that evening, h« laidUs head In Thetis's lap beneath the seas, He must have scalded the goddess^ knees. Tht IFitchtt' lUKt, BAEHAM. 17 Aiid six little singing boys — dear little souls ! In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles. The Ingoldsby Legends. The Jackdaw of Mheims. Never was heard such a terrible curse ! But what gave rise To no little surprise. Nobody seemed one penny the worse f lb. Heedless of grammar, they all cried " That's him " ! lb. He hopped now about With a gait devout ; At Matins, atVespers, he never was out. lb. Here he shook his head — right little he said, But he thought she was " coming it rather too strong." A Lay of St. Gengulphm. She asked him for stuffing, she asked him for gravy, She asked him for gizzard; — ^but not for ■ Grace ! A Lay of St. Nicholas. She pledged him once, and she pledged him twice. And she drank as Lady ought not to drink. lb. Her dove-like eyes turned to coals of fire, Her beautiful nose to a terrible snout. Her hands to paws, with nasty great chiws. And her bosom went in and her tail came out. lb. And out of the window he flew like a shot. For the foot went up with a terrible thwack, And caught the foul demon about the spot Where his tail joins on to the small of his back. lb. She drank Prussio acid without any water. And died like a Duke-and-a-Duchess's daughter ! The Tragedy. Then the gims' alarums, and the King of Arums, All in his Garters and lus Clarence shoes. Opening the massy doors to the bould Am- bassydors, The Prince of Potboys, and great haythen Jews : 'Twould have made you crazy to see Ester- hazy All jools from his jasey to his di'mond boots. With Alderman Harmer, and that swate charmer. The famale heiress. Miss Anja-ly Coutts. Mr. Barney Maguire's Account of the Coronation. And now I've ended, what I pretended. This narration splendid in swate poe-thry, Te dear bewitchor, just hand the pitcher. Faith, it's myself that's getting mighty dhry ! lb. Tallest of boys, or shortest of men, Ho stood in his stockings just four foot ten. Son. Mr, Suc/elethmrib/cin's Story. 2a Tiger Tim, come tell me true, What may a nobleman find to do ? lb. What was to be done? 'Twas perfectly plain They could not well hang the man over again: What was to be done ? The man was dead ! Nought could be done — nought could be said ; So— my Lord Tomnoddy went home to bed. lb. He was such a dear Kttle cock-tailed pup. Mr. Feters's Story, Produced, rightly deeming he would not object to it. An orbicular bulb with a very long neck to it. - lb. And medical friction Is, past contradiction. Much better performed by a She than a He. Tlie Black Mousqiietaire. A man whom they had, you see, Marked as a Sadducee. lb. Thrice happy's the wooing That's not long ' a doing, So much time is saved in the billing and cooing. Sir Hupcrt the Fearless. I believe there are few But have heard of a Jew Named Shylock, of Venice, as arrant a screw In money transactions as ever you knew. The Merchant of Fenice. With a wink of his eye. His friend made reply In his jocular manner, sly, caustic, and dry, "Still the same boy, Bassanio — never say 'die'!" lb. You never yet saw Such an awfully marked elongation of jaw. Like a blue-bottle fly on a rather large scale, With a rather large corking-pin stuck .through his tail. The Auto-da-Fi. There is not a nation in Europe but labours To toady itself and to humbug its neigh- bours, lb. Canto S. None of your rascally " dips " — but sound. Bound, ten-penny moulds of four to the pound. The Ingoldsby Fenance. Fytte 2. The Sacristan, he says no word that in- dicates a doubt. But he puts his thumb unto his nose, and spreads his fingers out ! Nell Cook. I was between A man and a boy, A hobble-de-hoy,* A fat, little, punchy concern of sixteen. Aunt Fanny. • Tlie next, keep under Sir Hobtard de Hoy : The next, a man, no longer a boy. — Tusser. (' pundred Points ot Husbandry " (1567). 18 BARHAM— BARRIB. But o'en when at coUego, I fairly acknow- ledge! Never was Teiy precise at chronology. The Ingoldsby Legendi. -Aunt Fanny. His features and phiz awry Showed so mach misery, And so like dragon he Looked in his agony. ' Tvras in Margate last July, I walked upon the pier, I saw a little vulgar Boy — I said " What make you here ? " Miiadventuret at Margate. And when the little heart is hig, a litfla " sets it off." lb. He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose. lb. And now I'm here, from this here pier, it is my fixed intent To jump as Mister Levi did from off the monument. lb. I could not see my little friend — because he was not there ! . But when the Crier cried, "OYes!" the people cried, " O No ! " lb. It's very odd that sailor-men should talk so veiT queer — And uieu he hitched his trousers up, as is, I'm told, their use ; It's veiy odd that sililor-men should wear those things so loose. lb. He said, " he'd done me wery brown," and nicely " stowed the swag," — That's French, I fancy, tor a hat — or olae a carpet-bag. lb. Be kind to those dear little folks. When our toes are turned up to the daisies ! The Baba in the Wood. The great Burlybumbo who sings double D. A iioui in an Onmibut (£ev). He would pore by the hour O'er a weed or a flower. Or the sings that come crawling out after a shower. y^j jf„,^^j ^^ ,f,, j^^ Or great ugly things. All legs and wings, With nasty long tails armed with aastv long stings. 7(5; They kicked the shins Of tlie Qemini T\viM - Those heaveulv Siamese boys ! Never was Bttdi conf osiou and wrack As they produced in the Zodiac ! TAe Jhiaiita. Cob was the •trongost, Mob was the wrougoit, Chittabob'B tail was the fluost and longest ' lb. Alas ! how the soul seniimental it vexes. That ilins oil our labours stem Chronoi diaidd ttmtn,-^ Shoidd change our soft liquids to izzaida andXes, ..^ ■ And tnm true-love's alphalwt aU nfMoe- down. n« nmii' There's somewhat on my tareaBt), &tli0r. l%e Confeman, 'Tis not /i«r coldness, &lbeT, That ohilta my labouring breast ; It's that oonf omided cacambBr I've ate and can't digest. lb. What Horace says ia, SKeufugaen AmA labunlur, Tbttuau, Rtlnmi ! Years glide away, ao4 axe lost to ms, kst tome! Efitpram. — Jfttw/n ya y. LADY ANNE BARNAKD. aSm Lindsay (1750-1826). My father urged ms sair— my mother didna spealb BnlBlib looket in my fiice till my heart was uketo break. Aold Robin bar. Tlioygied him my hand, though my heart was at the sea. lb. K. BAKNFIELD (b. e. 1669.) As it fell iqmn a day. In the merry month oi Haj. An Ode.* Evvy man will be thy friend. Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend : But, if store of crowns be scant, No man will snpply thy want. A He that is thy friend indeed. He will help thee in tl^ need. A EATON 8. BAKKETT (1TS6-1SM). Not die with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not (he denied Him with unholy I , She, while i^xistles shrank, ooald < bMwe^^ Last at Bu cross, and earliest i^ His gtava. Woman. Ai-I t, £d. %M.t JAS. MATTHEW BARBIE (b. IBM). Life is a long loason in humility. The Llttl* HIntitan Cltoip. 3. It's a weary vrarld, and nobody bidee int It's grand, and you canua wpaet to be baith grand and oomfbrtaU*. ^Nl'',^- < Tills " Ode " is also aUrtbutrd toBhaksarai^ t lu Uia original edlUon OSIOX tin UaaaaMi 1 Kot alio with tralfrous kiss hw Mmtar sbgi« Kot slio dallied Rjin with anlklthtal tonne ! Slio, whjii aposUea (led, eonld diuiwr biavfc Ust at Bia cross, and carllnt tt Bis gmv*. BARKINGTON— BEATTIE. 19 The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era. Hy Lady Nicotine. (Jhap. 14. Those hateful persons called Original Eesearchers. lb. I do loathe explanations. Chap. 16. G. HARRINGTON* (1755-c. 183B). True patriots we ; for be it understood, ■WJe left our country for our country's good, No private views disgraced our generous zeal, What urged our travels was our country's weal. Prologae for the opening of the Flay- Jiouse, Sydney, New South JFales, Jan. 16, 1796, when ir. Young's tragedy " The Uevenge," was played by convicts, f MICHAEL J. BARRY (19th Century). But whether on the scaflEold high, Or in the battle's van ; The fittest place where man can die Is where he dies for man. Poem. The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, ISJf/,. BERNARD BARTON (1784-1849). Words, phrases, fashions pass away ; But truth and nature live through all. Stanzas on BloomQeld. WILLIAM BASSE (1613-1648). Benowned Spenser, he a thou^t more nigh To learned Chaucer ; and rare Beaumont, lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb.:|: On Shakespeare. EARL OF BATH {See PULTENEY). RICHARD BAXTER (1615-1691). I preached as never sure to preach again. And as a dying man to dying men. Love breathing Thanks and Praise. Dangers breed fears, and fears more dangers bring. lb. An aching tooth is better out than in. To lose a rotten member is a gain. Hypocrisy. Of all beasts the man-beast is the worst. To others, and himself, the cruellest foe. lb. An ounce of mirth is worth a pound of sorrow. Self-Denial. He may love riches that wanteth them, as much as he that hath them. Christian Ethics. * His real uame was Waldroii, v. I^at. Diet, Bing. t See Fartiuhar : " Twas for the, Rood of my country," etc. In FitzgefTray's "Life of Sir Francis Drake" (o. 1600) is the expressioo, " Leaving his country for his country's sake." } See Jonson: "I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser," etc. T. HAYNES BAYLY (1797-1839). We met — 'twas in a crowd — and I thought he would shun me. Songs : We Met. The rose that all aie praising Is not the rose for me. The Sose that all are Fraising pilot ! 'tis a fearful night. There's danger on the deep. The Riot. I'd be a butterfly bom in a bower Where the roses and'hlies and violets meet. I'd be a Butterfly. It was a dream of perfect bliss, Too beautiful to last. It was a Dream. Oh ! no ! we never mention her, Her name is never heard ; My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word. ■ Oh 1 No ! tfe never mention her. Thus we're wound up alternately, Like buckets in a well. My Husband means extremely ivell. Why don't the men propose, mamma. Why don't the men propose ? Why don't the men propose ? Absence makes the heart grow fonder ; Isle of Beauty, fare thee well ! Odes to liosa — Isle of Beauty, She wore a, wreath of roses. The night that first we met. She loore a wreath of roses. Gaily the troubadour Touched his guitar. Welcome me home. Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago. Lmig, long ago. Poets beware ! never compare Women to aught in earth or in air. Song, 18S0. JAMES BEATTIE (1735-1803). Ah ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star. And waged with Fortune an eternal war ; Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown. And Poverty's unconquerable bar. In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropped into the grave, un^tied and unknown ? The Minstrel. Book 1, 1. His harp the sole companion of his way. Book 1, S. And ever as he went some merry lay he sung. lb. Nor was perfection made for man below. Boo/c 1, 6, 20 BEATTIB— BEECHER Some deemed him wondions wise, and some belied him mad, > The Hinatrel. £o0i J, 16. In truth he was a stiange and wayward wight, Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene. In darkness and in storm he found delk;ht. Book 1, ti. Even sad vicissitude amused his soul, And it a sigh would sometimes intervene^ And down his cheek a tear of pitv roll, A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wished not to conti'ol, lb. Old Age comes on apace to ravage all the time. Book X, S5. And much and oft, he warned him to eschew Falsehood and guile, and aye maintain tbe right, By pleasure unseduced, unawed by lawless might. Book 1, i8. And from the prayer of 'V^ont, and plaint of Woe, never, never turn away thine ear ! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah ! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear? Book 1,19. All human weal and woe learn thou to make thine own. iJ, The hoUow murmur of the ocean-tide. Book 1, 38. The linnet's lay of love, Xt. Various and strange was the long-windsd tale. Book 1, 44. Shall the poor gnat, with discontent and rage, Exclaim that Mature hastens to decay, If but a cloud obstruct the solar ray. If but a momentary shower descend P Book 1, iO. A»d much they grope f orTruth, but never hit, Yet deem they darkness light and their vaiu blunders wit. £cok 1, 61. Is there a heart that musio oannot malt t Aloe ! how is that rugged heart forlorn. Bookl.eS. And if for ine no treasure be omoaiad, And if no future age shall hear my name, 1 lurk the more secure from fortune's blut. Book t, IS. The end and the reword of toll is rest. Book t, 10. Mine bo the bree»y hiU that skirU the down; Where a green grassy turf is nil I crave. With here and there a violet bestrowu, Fast by a brook, or fountain's murmuring And many an evening sun shine sweetly on wygvavo. BookXn. Be ignorance fliy choice where faiowledgo leSstowoe. Book g, SO. Atfiiadose of the day, when the hamlet is And mortalB the sweets of forgetfulness prove. The Hermit. He thought as a sage, though he f dt as a lb. By the glare of fake sdence betrayed That le»]s to bewilder, and dazzles to buna. Xb. And beauty immortal awakes fcom ttie tooA. Squint-eyed Slander. The iad^mant of Parte. What is a law, if thoae who make it Become the f orwardest to break it ? The Wdf and the Bhepberda. The present moment is our ain. The neist we never saw. — Btanxa added tc MiekVi tmg, " Utenl't not luek about the iome." FRANCIS BEADMONT (1686-1616). (£w John Flbtcrkb.) What things have we seen Done at the Meimaid ! heard words that have been So nimUa, and so foil of subtile flame, As if that everyone from whence the^ eaiiM > Had meant to put his whole wit in a jesti And had resolved to live a fool the rest > r Of his dull life. X<<(tr to Ben /ommm. Here's an aero sown indeed With the richest, royalest seed.* On JFtetmimltr AUff. DR. J. BEAUMONT (1616-1699). Wbn dander wo the times? What crimes Have days and years, that we Thus charge them with iniqai^ f If we would tightly aoaii. It's not the timos are Dad, but man. OrlglBal H. W. BEECHER (181S-188T). A library is but the soul's burial ground : It is the land of shadows. Star PapMM. Oe/fmi .• Bodteim Xttfwy. Laws ing •aws and iaititntions are oonstniily tend- -= to grayitate. Like clocks, they muat ba oooasionaav oleaased, and wound up, and set to true fame. Ul* ThiJjlitfc , * "Th««» Is »n acre aown with ro] JMeray Tnylors " Holy Dying " (lajjj BENJAMIN-BIRRELL. 21 PARK BENJAMIN (1809-1864). Strong towers decay, Bnt a great name shall never pass away. A Great Name. I know that they are happy With their aiigel-plumage on. The Departed, [Dr.] JEREMY ' BENTHAM (1749- 1832). All punishment is mischief. All punish- ment in itself is evil. Upon the principle of utility, if it ought at all to he admitted, it ought duly to De admitted in as far as it promises to exclude some greater eTil. Principles of Morals and Legislation. Cliap. IB, sec. 1. The sacred truth that the greatest happi- ness of the greatest number is the founda- tion of morals and legislation.* Works. Vol. 10, p. 14s. RICHARD BENTLEY (1662-1742). Who studies ancient laws and rites. Tongues, arts and arms, and history. Must dtudge, like Selden, days and nights, And in the endless labour die. Who strives to mount Parnassus' hill. It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by him- self.t Monk's Life of Bentley. r. 90. The veiy dust of whose writings is gold. Of Bishop Pearson. Dissertation on Phalmis. GEORGE BERKELEY, Bishop of Cloyne (1685-1763). "Westward the course of empire takes its way. The first four acts already passed, A fifth shall close the drama with the day — Time's noblest offspring is his last. On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. (Tar water) is of a nature so mild and benign, and proportioned to the human con- stitutioUi as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate. J Sirls. Far. 917. [Rev.] GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE, D.D. (1805-1862). Without thee I am all unblessed, And wholly blessed in thee alone. To my Wife. • Benthara expresses doubt as to whether Priestley or Beccaria was the originator of this proposition, hut the real author was Francis HutchesoD (g.v.) t Emerson quotes thus; "No book was ever written down by any but itself." •' Spiritual Laws.") % See Cowper : " Cups that eheer," &c. ISAAC BICKERSTAFP (c. 1735- 1787). What signifies me hear if me no under- stand i" Mtingo in The Padlock. Hope, thou nurse' of young desire ! Love in a YlUage. Act 1, 1. There was ft jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee ; He worked and sung from morn till night. No laik mere blithe than he. Act 1, 2. And this the burden of Tiis song For ever used to be : — I- care for nobody, not I, If no one cares for me. U. Yoimg fellows will be young fellows. Act g, g. We all love a pretty girl— under the rose. lb. But if I'm content with a little Enough is as good as a feast. Act S, 1. There's difficulty, there's danger, there's the dear spiiit of contradiction in it. The Hypocrite.^ Act 1, 1. 'Tis constitution governs us all. Act 9, 1. Ay, do despise me. I'm the prouder for it ; I likes to be despised. Act 5, 1. Let men say whate'er they will Woman, woman, rules them still. The Sultan. Act g, 1. 'Tis a sure sign work goes on merrily, when folks sing at it. The Maid of the Mill. Act 1, 1. The true standard of equality is seated in the mind ; those who think nobly are noble. Actf, 1. We should man-y to please ourselves, not other people. Act 3, 4. AUGUSTINE BIRRELL (b. 1850). That great dust-heap called "history." Obiter Dicta. (^Published I884 and 1887.) CcirhjU. An illogical opinion only requires rope enough to hang itself . The Tia Media. The sun is not all spots. John Milton. One whom it is easier to hate, but still easier to quote— Alexander Pope. Fope. As bad as defacing a tombstone, or re- vraiting a collect. ^^■ Few men can afford to be angry. Edmund Burke. A politician who screams is never likely to occupy a commanding place in the House of Commons. -''"■ § " Tlie Hypocrite." Adapted from Cibbor's " Fcnjuror." 22 BLAOKIB^BOOTH. Histoiy is a pageant and not a philosopliy. Obiter Dicta, The Mute of Miitory. As certain as the Correggiosity of Cor- reggio.* Emenon. A noTel, which, like a beggar, should always he kept "moving on." Nohody knew this better than Fielj^^ whose novels, like most good ones, are fnU of inns. The Office ofZiterature. Beading is not a duty, and has conse- quently no business to be n:ade disagreeable. lb. I. STUART BLACKIE (1809-189S). Bocking on u, lazy billow, with roaming eyes. Cushioned on a dreamy pillow, thou art not wise. Young Kan, be wise. T. BLACKLOCK, D.D. (lTSl-1791). Love and eoitow twins were bom On a shining showery mom. The Oraham. Life is a bumper filled by fate. Epigram on Punch. SIR W. BLACKSTONE (1723-1780). Mankind will not be reasoned out of the feelings of humanity. Commentariea, 1, 6, The royal navy of England hath evm been its ^atest defence and ornament ; it is its ancient and natural strength, the floating bulwark of our island. 1, IS. Man was formed for society. Of the nature of Laws in Genual, ROBERT BLAIR (1699-1746), The_ schoolboy, with his satchel in his hond. Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.t The Orave. I. B8. Friendship ! mysterious cement ol the soul ' Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society ' I. as. The best concerted schemes men lav for fame ^ Die fast away : only themselves die fiister. Great heights are hazardous to the weak head. ,_ jjy_ cursM lust of gold ! when, for thy sake, Ihe fool tiu-owB up hia interest lu both worlds, Kwt starved in this, then d«mned in that toeome. ig^ Stalked off reluotant, like an ill-used ghost. XbS6. Bhmdy™"^". **""" '*""' ^'•"'•'' "Wstnun b.t4'Vta3fi'?"' "'''»^""'« to koop myisW from Its visits Like those of angels, short and &r between. 1.588. How sleep the biava who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ? By fairy bands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung. Ode. WILLIAM BLAKE (1767-1837). The man who never alters his opinion is like etmding wator, and breeds rqitiles of the mind. Haniage of Heaven and Hall. Everything that lives, laves not alone, nor for itself. Vtm Book of TheL t. For a tear is an intellestnal thing ; And a sidi is the sword of an aneel-ldne; And the Bitter groan of a martyrs'woe Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow. The Grey Honk. The pore soni Shall mount on native wings, disdaining Uttle sport. And cat a path into the heaven of ^oij', Ticaving a track of light for men to wander at. King Edward the TUid. Sid He who made the lamb make Vbaa f Tlie nger. ROBERT BLOOMriELD (ITCC-USS). Enchanting spirit, dear Toiiety ! , nu Farmer's Boy. ^rit^, t. KO. . What trouble waits upon a casual frown ! fitotsw , £ X8. The rude indeganoe of poverty. .^iiAunn, 1. 8t, If fields are prisons, where is laboty f 1. 3t36. Thine heart should feel what thou mays't hourly see, That Duty's basia is humanity. * Wimttr,llOS. BOLINOBKOKE (Sm ST. JOHN). [Dr.] H. BONAR (1808-MW). A few moTQ years shall roll, A few more seasons come, And we shall be with those that rest Asleep within the tomb. Hynuu : Afiu men ymr*. All must be earnest in a world likt oma. BARTON BOOTH (iSSl-irss). True as the needle to the pole, Or Mtht dial to the ma. %^^^ BOURDILLON- BROOKS. 23 F. W. BOURDILLON/(b. 1852). The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one. Light. W. LISLE BOWLES (1762-1850). Content, as random fancies might inspire, If his weak harp at times or lonely lyre He struck with desultory hand, and drew Some softened tones, to Natui'e not untrue. Sonnet. The cause of freedom is the cause of God. To Kdmund Burke. JOHN BOYLE, Earl of Cork and Orrery (1707-1762). I^et not one look of fortune cast you down ; She were not fortune, if she did not frown : Such as do faaveliest bear her scorns awhile, Are those on whom, at last, she most will smile. Imitation of Horace. SAMUEL BOYSE (1708-1749). From Thee aU human actions take their springs. The rise of empires and the fall of kings. The Deity. Awhile they glitter in the face of day, Then at Thy nod the phantoms pass away ; No traces left of all the busy scene, But that remembrance says — The things have been. lb. ANNE.BRADSTREET, nze Dadley (1614-1670). And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell. Contemplations. But he whose name is graved in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone. lb. [Rev.] J. BRAMSTON (1694 ?-1744). What's not devoured by Time's devouring hand? Where's Troy, and where's the Maypole in the Strand f irt of Politics. So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. Hen of 7aste< Without black velvet breeches, what is man? lb R. BRATHWAIT (1688-1673). Should I sigh, because I see Laws like spider-webs to be ; Lesser flies are quickly ta'en While the great break out again ? Care's Cili!«g If in your censure you prove swegt to me, I little care, believe 't, how sowre you be. A. Boulster Lecture.* Dedication {1640). NICH. BRETON (1745?-1626'?). Much adoe there was, God wot ; He would love, and she would not. England's Helicon. Phyllida md Corydon. I wish my deadly foe no worse Than want of friends, and empty purse. A Fareivetl to Town. JOHN BRIGHT (1811-1889). The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land ; you may almost hear the beating of his wings. Speeches : Sotise of Commons {Feb., 1S5S). The right hon. gentleman . . . has re- tired into what may be called his political cave of AduUam, and he has called about him everyone that was in distress and every- one that was discontented. lb. {March, 1866). This party of two reminds me of the Scotch terrier, which was so covered with hair that you could not tell which was the head, and which was the tail of it. lb. Force is not a remedy. Birmingham {Nov. 16, 1S80). England, the mother of Parliaments. Rochdale {Jan. 18, 1865). HENRY BRINKELOW (d. 1546). And nowadays the law is ended as a man is friended. t Complaint of Roderyck Mors. C/irrp. 11. RICHARD BROME (d. 1652). I am a gentleman, though spoiledj' the breeding. The Buzzards are all gentlemen. We came in with the Conqueror. The English Moor. {Printed 1659.) Act %, 4. LORD BROOKE {See GREVILLE). MARY E. BROOKS (19th Century). But never be a tear-drop shed For them, the pure, enfranchised dead. Weep not for the Dead. • " A Curtalne Lecture " is the title of a book Jirinted 1637. t It is commonly and truly also said : "Matters be ended as they be ^^^^-.d^r ^''■k^'^^'^' •• England in the Beign of Henry VIII.," Book 1,, chap. 3, 83. 24 BROOME-BROWNE. [Rev.] W. BROOME (1689-1746). He most prevails who nobly dares. Courage In Love. What loss feels he that wots not what he loses ? The Herry Beggars. Act 1, t. None are completely wretched but the great, ' Superior woes superior stations bring ; A peasant sleeps, while cares awake a king. Epistle to Mr. Fenton. That pompons misery of being great. On the Seat of the War In Flanden. ROBERT BROOCH (1828-1860). Of all the lunacies earth can boast, The one that must please the devils the most Is pride reduced to the whimsical terms Of causing the slugs to despise the woi-ms. The Tent-Haker's Story. H. BROUGHAM, Lord Brougham (1778-1868). The Schoobnaster is a|)road ! And I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array. Speech. Soute of Commoiu. (Jan. go, IStS.) The great unwashed. Attributed to Lord Brougham. The lawyer is a gentleman who I'escues your estate from your enemies— and keeps it to himself. ft. He was guilty of no error . . . who once said that . , . the whole machinery of the State, all the apparatus of the System, and its varied worlongs, end simply in bringing twelve good men mto a box. Present State of the Law. (ft4. 7, lSg8.) Pursuit of knowledge under difficulties. Title, givtn 6y Zoni Srmigham to a hook puUiihed 1830 by tht Soeiitj/ for tht Diffiaion of UMfiil fiisu?. Itigt. JOHN BROWN (1716-1766). Truth's saorod tort tV exploded laugh alioll wui. And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley with a grin. Eiiay on Batlra. I^rt », v. St4. THOMAS BROWN (1778-1880). What is (auoo for the goose i^ sauce for tto gondM. H,w Haxlmi, TOM BROWN (1663-1704). i do not love thee, Br. FeU, The reason why I cannot teU , But this alone I know Ml well, I do not love thee. Dr. FeU.* CHARLES TARRER BROWNE ("Artemos Ward") (1836-1868). Ton could not well expect to go in with- out paying, but you may pw without going in. Hotlee. AttheOooroftkelint.^ I now bid you a welcome adoo. Artemni Waid HU Book Mister Ward, don't ynr Und bile at the thawt that three minion and a half of yonr culled brethren air a clanking Qiieir chains in the South t—Ses I, Not a ule ! I^et em dank. (Mrerliit. The CoUega has konfired upon me the honeiy title of T.K., <^ whiiSli I'm suffi- Bhuntfy proud. -H- I wish there was winders to my Sole^sed I, so that you could see aome of my f eetico. ne SiomnoH'* Cmrttl^ip, If you moon gettin hitched, Fm in ! A. Uy poUertics, like my religion, being of an exceedin' occommoduin' chanucter. n* Ciia*. Tlio fock can't be no longer disgised that a Krysis is onto us. Jh. The Afiikan may be Our Brother. . . . But the Afrikan isn't our aster ic our wife ftournnde. He isn't sevral of our brothers ft all our fust wife's relashima. Ha isn't cur grandfather and our grate gmniWiath*r, ft our Aunt in the oouutiy. .0^ Sertin dtisens of Baldinsville axed me to roufartheLsgislater. Seil, "Hyfnnda, dostest think I'd stoop to that thmf" They turned as white aa a sheet. Attrvitw wiM JVwirfMif XtMcfa. By a sudden and adroit aoveiiMBt I placed my left eye asin the Seoeshei's fist. I%ritlms &MM m Sun'*. * An adaptation ot Ksittilt "Hon amo te, bblds *> («. «.). Dr. Pall xm DtsaotOlutetohardi, nnd Is mia to hkvs wtdhhtM a stntehoe of expat. •lou on Tom Bnwn, ftam OxA>rd, on acoouDt of Ills ■■linproinpta tmnslaUoB,'' or sdaptetlon, »t Mnrtlsl's eplxrain. A ilniflsr version had been written by Robert BabaUn, Count d* Bossy (IBIS-ITOS) :— ^ J« ne voua alms pss, Bytas { Je n'en aturols dire la oauae; J« sals senlemont nue chose, Cuati que j« ue voM slms pus, _ .. „ — KpMiam SS, Book 1. JiV^^^ version 1t#««li.h)* Bow BROWNE. The ground flew up and liit me in the hed. Artemus Ward His Book, TImUmg Scenes in Dixie, I am not a politician, and my other habits air good. Fourth of July Oration. Be Tirtoous & you'll be happy ! lb. With considerbul hcker koncealed about my persun. Betsy-Jain He-orguniseA. Alas, she married another. They fre- quently do. I hope she is happy — because I am. Artemus Ward's Lecture. Why these weeps ? It. One of the principal features of my Entertainment is that it contains so many things that don't have anything to do with it. lb. I can't sing. As a singist I am not a success. I am saddest when I sing. So are those who hear me. They are sadder even than I am. lb. I prefer temperance hotels — although they sell worse liquor than any other Mnd of hotels. lb. Shall we sell our birthrite for a mess of potash ? lb. N.B. — This is rote Sarcastikul. A Visit to IBrigham Young. I girded up my Lions & fled the Seen. lb. Did you ever have the measels, and if so, how many ? The Census. They sed the Press was the Arkymedian Leaver which moved the world. 2he Press. Fair youth, do you know what I'd do with you if you was my sun ? — No, sez he — Wall, sez I, I'd appint your funeral to- morrow artemoon & the korps should be ready ! Tou're too 'smart to live on this yearth. Edicin Forrest as Othello, Before he retired to his virtoous couch. lb. The female woman is one of the greatest institooshuns of which this land can boste. Woman's Bights. It is rarely seldum that I seek consolation in the Flowin Bole. ^ On "Forts." She was bom to make hash of men's buzzums. Fiecolomini. I made an effort to Swaller myself. lb. Do me eyes deceive me earsight? Is it some dreams ? Moses, the Sassy. He is dreadfully married. He's the most married man I ever saw in my life. lb. Why is this thus ? What is the reason o£ this thusness ? Jb, They drink with impunity, or anybody who invites them. 16, (Programme). Let us all be happy and live within our means, even if we have to borrer the money to do it with. Natural History. {Fumh, 1SG6.) One can get on very well without going to Waterbury. Indeed, there are millions of meritorious persons who were never there, and yet they are happy. Pyrotechny. 1, I am happiest when I am idle. I could live for months without performing any kind of labour, and at the expiration of that time I should feel fresh and vigorous enough to go right on in the same way for numerous more months. lb., 3. Why care for grammar as long as we are good? lb., 5. ISAAC H. BROWNE (1TO5-1760). By thee* p-otected, andthy sister beer. Poets rejoice, nor think the bailiff near. The Oxford Sausage. Imitation of Fope. Little tube of mighty power Charmer of an idle hour. Imitation of Ambrose ThiUlps, Pleasure for a nose divine Incense of the God of Wine. lb, SIR THOMAS BROWNE (160B-1682). I dare without usurpation assume the honourable style of a Christian. Religio Uedici. {Fublishccl 164S ; written 1635?). Fart 1, sec. 1. At my devotion I love to use the civility of my knee, my hat, and hand. Sec. 3. A good cause needs not to be patroned by passion, but can sustain itself upon a tem- perate dispute. Sec. 5. Many . . . have too rashly charged the troops of Error, and remain as trophies with the enemies of Truth. Sec. 6. Every man's own reason is his best CEdipus. lb. Methinks there be not impossibilities enough in Religion for an active faith. Sec. 9. Who can speak of Eternity without a solecism? Sec. 11. Eich with the spoils of Nature. Sec. 13. Art is the perfection of Nature. See. 16. Nature is the Art of God. lb. There are a set of heads that can credit the relations of Mariners. Sec. ^1. Obstinacy in a bad cause is but constancy in a good. Sec.SS. There are many (questionless) canonised on earth, that shall never be Saints in Heaven. Sec. iG, • Tobacco. 26 BROWNE-BROWNING, sl / I have ever beUeved, and do now knoir, that there are Witches: they that ore in doubt of these . . . are obliquely and upon consequence a sort, not of Infidels, out A. til PI VnJR Kellglo Hedlcl. Fai-t 1, tec. SO. Not pickt from the leaves of any Author, biit bred amongst the weeds and tares of mine own brain. Sec. SO. Thus we are men, and we know not how : there is something in us that can be without US, and will be anerus ; though it is strange that it hath no history what it was before us. Sec. S6. He that unburied lies wants not his heai'se, For unto him a tomb's the Universe.* Sec. il. To belie\% only possibilities is not Faith, but mere Philosophy. See. 48. I am of a constitution so general, that it consorts and sympathiseth with all things. I have no antipathy or, rather. Idiosyncrasy. Fart S, see. 1. That great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the Multitude, that numerous piece of monsti'oeity . . . more prodigious thou Hydra. lb. In all disputes, so much as there is of passion, so much there is of nothing to the purpose. See. S. No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another. See. jf. There are wonders in true affection : it ia a body of enigmas, mysteries, and riddles ; wherem two so become one, as they both become two. Sec. 6. Sure there is music even in beauty, and the ffllent note which Oupid strikes, fax sweeter than the sound ol on instrument. For there is a music wherever there ia a harmony, order, or proportion : and thus for we may maintain the musia of the Spheres; for those well-ordered motions and regular paces, though they give no sound to the ear, yet to the understanding they strilcs a note most full of harmony, t See. 9, [Music] strikes in me a deep fit of de- vjtion, and a profound oontsmpM.tiQno{ the First Composer. Thei-e is something iu it of Divmity more than the ear disoovm. 8$e.9. There is surely a piaoo of Divinity in us, somethmg that was before the elements, and owes no homage to the sun. See. 11. [Sleep is] in fine so like death, I data not trust it without my prayers. See. li. • Tr. of Lttona's "Oodo tegltur," «to„ ».». oib that thou bshoWsit," Jio. •u»u.« Sleep is a death: O make me try By deeping, what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my Ded. J^o. Thy will be done, though in my own un- doing. &*• ^5- If riches increase, let thy mmd hold pace with them ; and think it not eiioii{^ to be Liberal but Munificent, CbriBtiaB ■«•!■. {Fubluhed poethnmomk/.) Part 1, tee. 6. Let not Fortune, which hath no name in Scripture, have any in thy divinity. See. 25, He who disoommendeQi others otdiqnely commendetb himself. See, S4. Bngki Thoughts, dear Deeds, Ck>nstaaey, Fidelity, Bounty, and generous Haoesty are the Gems of noUe lUnds : wbermn (to dero^^ itom none) Uie true Hennck English Gentleman hath no Peer. See. SG. Han is a noble aiiimrfj splendid in ashes, and paropous in the grave. Dm-BialaL Oq>. S. Since the brother of Death daily haunts ns with dying mementoes;, Hjorlotaplda, WM. BROWNE (1690-1643 ^ There are few each swains as ha Nowadays for haimonie. ne Shepherd's Pip«> SIR WM. BROWNE (169a-lTT4). The kin^ to Oxford sent a troop of hor:e. For Tones own no argument but tatob ; With equal care, to Cambridge boda he sent^ For Whigs allow no force but axgnmeat. Epigram. In rt/>fy to Dr. TV^js (f^v.) ELIZABETH M. BROWNING. nU Barrett (180»-1861). A quiot life, which was not life at all. AueraUKh. Jhtil, And hated, with the gall of gentle souls. n. Some people alwa^ ugh in thanking God.' Ik Look round, look up, and fed, a moment's space. That carpet dusting, though a pretty timdek Is not the imperative labour after aU. a. Touug men, ay and maids. Too often sow their wild cats in tunetSiw. wn • ,^ Near all the Wide ^ v^l% 'J **'»nr*a« y«t yn do not take The ohufTering swallow for the holy ImA. n. BROWNING. 27 My heart beat in my brain. Aurora Leigh. SooJc 1. I felt so young, so strong, so snre of God. Book H. " Poets needs must be Or men or women — ^more's the pity " — ' ' Ah, But men, and still less women, happily, Scarce need be poets." , li. A woman's always younger than a man At equal years. lb, A child may say amen To a bishop^s prayer, and feel the way it goes. JO. I do not blame such women, though, for love. They pick much- oakum ; earth's fanatics make Too frequently heaven's saints. Jl>. Perhaps a better woman after all, "With chubby childi'en hanging on my neck To keep me low and wise. It. And fevered him with dreams of doing good For good-for-nothing people. iL Tou must not pump spring- water unawares Upon a gracious pubho full of nerves. Boo/i 3. I worked with patience which means almost power : I did some excellent things indifferently. Some bad things excellently. Both were praised. The latter loudest. lb. We have hearts within. Warm, live, improvident, indecent hearts. lb. I said, " Tou must have been most miserable To be so cruel." lb. I think it frets the saints in heaven to see How many desolate creatures on the earth Have learnt the simple dues of fellowship And social comfort, in a hospital. lb. For poets (bear the word) ■ Half -poets even, are still whole democrats. Boole 4- Good critics, who hare stamped out poet's hope-, Good statesmen, who pulled ruin on the state, Good patriots, who for a theory risked a cause,' Now may the good God pardon all good men ! lb. All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes. SooJc 5, Ever3f age! Appeal's to souls who live in it (iisk Cairlyle) Most tmheroic. Ih. Every age. Through being beheld too close, is ill discerned. lb, I do distrust the poet who discerns No character or glory in his times. lb. Whoso loves Believes the impossible. lb. If this be then success, 'tis dismaller Than any failure. lb, .And poets evermore are scant of gold. lb. Fair, fantastic Paris. Book G. Since when was genius found respectable ? lb. The devil's most devilish when respectable. Book 7, Earth's crammed with heaven. And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees, takes off his shoes, . The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries, And daiib their natural faces unaware More and more from the first similitude. lb. Sweet the help Of one we have helped. lb. When the prophet beats the ass. The augel iutercodes. Book 8. He's just, your cousin, ay, abhorrently ; He'd wash his hands in blood, to keep them clean. Book 9. The thrilling, solemn, proud, pathetic voice. lb. eyes sublime With tears and laughter for all time. {Shakesjieare.) " Yes ! " I answered you last night ; " No ! " this morning, sir, I say : Colours seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day. The Lady's Yes. " God bless all our gains," say we ; But "May God blcEs all om- losses," Better suits with our degree. The Lost Bower. "There is no God," the foolish saith. But none, "There is no sorrow " ; And nature oft the cry of faith In bitter need will borrow. Cry of the Human. On that grave drop not a tear ! Else, Itough fathom-deep the place, Through the woollen shroud I wear I shall feel it on my face. Bertha in the Lane, I could sit at rich nien's tables,^though the courtesies that raised me, Still suggested clear between us the pale spectrum of the salt. Lady Oeraldine'a Courtship. 28 BROWNING. fiooks ore teen o£ higher Biatnre, And tho only men that cpeok aloud for future times to hear. Lady Oeraldlne'i Conrtihlp. My life is read all backward, and the charm of life undone. -^*- And the large musing eyes, neither joyona nor sorry, Sing on like the angels, in separate gloiy, Between clouds of amber. Lay of the Brown Roiary. Of all the thoT^hts of God that are Borne inward into souls afar, Along the Psalmist's music deep, Ifow tell me if that any is, For gift or grace sutpossing this, — " He giveth His beloved, sleep ? " The Bleep. A little faith all ondisproTed. It. O earth, so full of dreary noises ' O men, with wailing in yoor voices I O delved gold, the wallers heap ! strife, O curse, that o'er it ml ! 6od strikes a silence through you all, And giveth His beloved, sleep. lb. Let One, most loving of you all, Say, " Not a tear must o'er her fall ! He giveth His beloved, sleep." It. Do you hear the children weeping, O my brothers. Ere tlie sorrow comes with years? The Cry of the Chtldreo. But the young, young children, O my brothera. They ore weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others. In the country of the free. H, 1 am sad-voiced as the turtle Which Anacreon used to feed. Wine of Oypmi. And the rolling anaplastic Curled like a vapour over shrines, JJ. Knowledge by suffering eutereth, And life is perfected iu death. Vision of Poets, Life treads on life, and heart on heart. We press too dose, in church and mart. To keep a dream or grave apart. 5j, {Cttucliuion). God lumsolf is the best Pool, And the Heal is His song. The Dead Pan, God's gifts put man's best dreams to sname. Bonntti from th« PortutfutM. K, Two human Iqtos make one divia*. uohti'i ohiia, ROBERT BROWNING (18ia-18««. Thepastisinita^Tf, jf„atm. Tbon^ its ghost haunts us. «rwuui» And many a thought did I btuld up on As thewfld bee hangs ceU to cell. O. Truth b within ourselves : it takes no rise From outwosd things, lAste'er you may believe. There is an inmost oentrQ in os all. Where truth aUdee in fnlneaa. rkrtl. Axe there not, dear Hiclul Two points in die odventme of the divar. One, — wlMn, a tieggar, lie piepans to idnnge? One— when, a prince, he rises witli his pearl? JPestDs, I ^ongew iWf S. God is the perfect poet. Who in His person acts His own cnaliaa. n. Tis only whrai they sfffing to Heaven Qiat angeU Beveal themselves to yon. Arf 6. Prograasls The law of life ; man is not man as yet li. The great beacon-light Ood sets in all. The conscience of ea^ boaom. Stniflbrt. Aal4,S. Who will may hear Sordello's story told. Bwdello. Baak 1. Would you have your soncs endure f Build on the human heart: JMt S. Touth once gone is gone : Seeds, let ewape, uie never to ha done. Only, do finish something ! Ji. Thought is the sool of act B»»k S. Any nose May ravage with impunify a rose. Bo»k6. God's in Wb heaven- All's tight with the world ! PlppaPasMi. Bntl. AH service tanks the same with Qod— With God, whose poppets, best sad wont, Are we: there is no laat nor fiist hBrtf. levers grow cold, men learn to hale their wivet And only parents* love can last our Uvea For what are the voices of birds. Ay, and of beast»-but words, our woidrL Only to much more sweet? ^J%, Ever with the boat desert goes difidniM. A Wet te the 'aotttoheM. ^Tl^ «, BROWNING. 29 Luitolfo was the proper Friend-making, everywhere fnend-finding Boul, Fit for the sunshine, so, it followed him. .A happy-tempered bringer of the hest Out of the worst. A Soul's Tragedy. Act 1. See how yovir words come from you in a, crowd I lb. Love like mine must have return. lb. Now I'U say something to remember. lb. Bom slaves, bred slaves, Branded in the blood and bone slaves. lb. There is truth in falsehood, falsehood in trath. Act 2. I judge people by what they might be — not are, nor will be. lb. Man seeks his own good at the whole world's cost. tiuria. Act 1. Brute-force shall not rule Florence ! Intellect May rule her, bad or good as chance sup- plies, — But intellect it shall be ! ~ lb. Our wearisome pedantic art of war, By which we prove retreat may be success. Delay best speed, half loss, at times, whole gain. To. But a bird's weight can break the infant tree Which after holds an aery in its arms. Act If. Oppression makes the wise man mad. lb. That such a cloud should break, such trouble be. Ere a man settle, soul and body, down Into his true place and take rest for ever ! Act 5. No animal revenge No brutS-like punishment of bad by worse. lb. A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one ; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. lb. A certain squalid knot of alleys Where the town's bad blood once slept corruptly. Christmas Eve. Canto 1. The many-tattered, Little, old-faced, peaking, sister-tumed- mother. Canto. %. You are the men, and wisdom shall die with you, Aiid none of the old Seven Churches vie with you. lb. The pig-of-lead-hke pressure Of the preaching man's immense stupidity. Canto S. Not improved by the private dog's-ears and creases. Ih. In the natural fog of the good man's mind. Canto /f. A tune was bom in my head last week Out of the thump-thump and shriek-shriek Of the train, as I came by it, up from Manchester ; And when next week, I take it back again My head will sing to the engine's clack again. lb. 'Tis the taught ah'eady that profits by teaching. lo. He was there. He himself with his human hair. Canlo S, Our best is bad, nor bears Thy test Still, it should be our very best. lb. And because my heart I proifered, With true love trembling at the brim, He suffers me to follow him. Canto 9. Earth breaks up, time drops away. In flows heaven with its new day. Canto 10. Though Home's gross yoke Drops off, no more to be endured, Her teaching is not so obscured By errors and perversities That no truth shines athwart the lies. Canto 11. Till, from its summit. Judgment drops her damning plummet. Pronouncing such a fatal space , Departed from the founder's base. lb. Love shut our eyes, and all seemed right. True, the world's eyes are open now : — ^Less need for me to disallow Some few that keepLove's zone unbuckled. Peevish as ever to be suckled. Lulled by the same old baby-prattle, With intermixture of the rattle. Ih. The hawk-nosed, high-cheek-boned Pro- fessor. Canto 14. The sallow, virgin-minded, studious Martyr to mild enthusiasm. lb. Some thiilling view of the surplice question. lb. A Man !— a right true man, however. Whose work was worthy a man's endeavour. Canto 15. The exhausted air-bell of the Critic. Canto Id. As I declare our Poet, him Whose insight makes all others dim : A thousand poets pried at life, And only one amid the strife Rose to be Shakespeare. '^b. That ^ft of his, from God, descended. Ah ! friend, what gift of man's does not ? lb. This man, continue to adore him. Bather than all who went before him. And all who ever followed after. Canto IS, So sat I talking with my mind. Il> A mild indifferentisro. Canto 19. 30 BROWNING. Where I may Bee eaint, Bava^e, sage, Fuse their respective creeds in one, Before the general Father's throne. Christinas Eve. Canto 19 The raree-show of Peter's successor. Canto II. First, the preacher speaks through his nose : Second, hiis gesture is too emphatic : Tliirdly, to waive whSit's pedagogic, The suojeot matter itself lacks logic : Fourthly, the Bnglish is ungrammatic. lb. And now that I know the very worst of him, What tros it I thought to obtain at first of hira ? 16. For the preacher's merit or demerit, Itweretobe wished that the flaws were fewer. In the earthen vessel, holding treasure, But the main thing is, does it hold good measure ? Heaven soon sets right all other matters ! li. I praise the heart, and pity Hie head of him, And refer myself to Thee, instead of him. li. 'Tis well averred, A scientific faith's absurd. Easter Day. Canto 6. We shall start u^, at last awake From Life, that insane dieam we take For waking now, because it seems. Canto 14. Let me not know that all is lost, Though lost it be— leave me not lied ' To this despair, this corpse-like bride. Canto 31, It was roses, roses all the way. The Patriot When is a man strong, until he feels alone ? Colombe'B Birthday. Act S. When a man's busy, ■why, leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleaaure ; 'Faith, and at leisure onee is he ? Straightway he wants to be busy. The Olove. With, worse than fever throbs and shoots, The ci'eaking of bis clumsy boots. Time's Reven(M. Nor brighter was his eve, nor moister Thau a too-long opened oyster. The Pled Piper. Canto 4, A plate of turtle gi'een and glutiuoas. 16. Anything like the sound of a rat Makes my heart go pit-a-pat ! 74. In did come the strougest figure. Catiio S. Such sweet Soft notes as yet mutioian's ounnine Never gave the efiraptm-ed «&. Cmto 18. If we've promi«»d them ought, let us keen our promise. Canto iS. Uore fault of those who bad the hommenns Of prosody into me, and qrntax, And did it, not with hobnails but tiatagfea ! The FU^ of the Duchess. Caiao 13. You're my friend— What a thing ftienddiip is, world wiUiout end > Canto If. Thither our path lies; wind we np t^ heights : < Wait ye tfaa warning? A anunmarian'B FnoaraL I. tl. This is onr master, famnns, calm and dead. Borne on onr shoulders. t. 87. He said, "What's time? Leave Now for dogs and apes ! " Han has Fonver." JL 83. God help all poor souls lost in the daik. The Heretic's Tnjedy. Si. 10. Tho eagle am I, with m v fame in the world. The wren is he, with his maiden fooe. 4 lAght Woman. No hero, I confess. 16, A man can have but one life, and one death. One heaven, one heU. In a Baloray. Truth is the strong thing. Let man's lifb be true ! J6, AH women love great man If young 'or old; it is in all the tales. 16. Who keeps one end in view makes all fhinei serve. 3. Stark-naked thought is in request enon^h. ** TraaaoendaatalUn.** His very servioeaUe rait of bUok Was courtly onoe^ and oonseienlioaa MH Bow It itrlkea a Coatn^oMir* Ho took such oognisanoe of men an^ things. We had among us, not so much a spy. As a reoordiuK -'■•-* ' '-"■ — The town's knew! Wo merely kept a governor for form. town ha". 71 Ton, strook the diuich clock, straixht ti bed wont ho. jj Foltlod his two hands and let them (alk Watching the flies that buased. And yit no fool. » -'- - Ah thought which saddens whflo it aoothos! Motor ICnatw. Ho's Judoa to a tittlo that man ia, Justsuohafaco! FraUfpoUppl. Flower o' the rose, If I've been merry, what matter who knows? ^ILto f^'^ !>»«> tnugl^t mo Latin in pun BROWNING. 31 He leariis the look of things, and none the less For admonition from the hunger-pinch. Fra Lippo Lippl. If you get simple heauty, and nought else, You get ahout the best thing God invente. lb. You should not take a fellow eight years old And make him swear to never Mss the gu-ls. ^ lb. This world's no blot for us, Nor blank ; it means intensely, and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink. a. So free we seem, so fettered fast we are ! Andrea del Sarto. Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his gi-asp, Or what's heaven for ? lb. Good, strong, thick, stupefying incense- smoke. The Bishop orders his Tomb. Truth that peeps Over the glass's edge when dinner's done, And body gets its sop, and holds its noise, And leaves the soul free a little. Bishop Blougram's Apology. You, for example, clever to a fault. The rough and ready man, who write apace, Bead somewhat seldomer, think perhaps even less. lb. Be a Napoleon, and yet disbelieve ! Why the man's mad, friend, take his light away. Ih. The aim, if reached or not, makes great the Ufe; Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate ! lb. Geology, ethnology, what not ? — (Greek endings, each the little passing bell That signifies some faith's about to die.) lb. And set you square with Genesis again. lb. Worldly in this world, I take and like its way of life. lb. Men are not angels, neither are they brutes: Something wo may see, all we cannot see. lb. He said true things, but called them by wrong names. lo. Dante, who loved well because he hated, Hated wickedness that hinders loving. One Word More. Does he paint? he fain would write a poem, — • Does he write? he fain would paint a pictui'e. lb. Other heights in other lives, God willing : All the gifts from all the heights, your own, love ! lb. Curving on a sky imbrued with coloui'. Drifted over Fiesole by twilight ; Came she, our new crescent of a halr's- breadth. Full she flared it, lamping Samminiato. Rounder 'twixt the cypresses and rounder, Perfect till the nightingales applaude^. lb. Blank to Zoroaster on his terrace, Blmd to Galileo on his turret. Dumb to Homer, dumb to Keats — him, even ! Ik. God be thanked, the meanest of His creatures Boasts two soul-sides, — one to face the world with. One to show a woman when he loves her ! lb. The god in babe's disguise. James Lee's Wife. G. Heading a Book. And my faith is torn to a thousand scraps. And my heart feels ice while my words breathe flame. The Worst of it. I knew you once : but in Paradise, If we meet, I will pass nor turn my face. lb. Reads verse, and thinks she understands. Dis aliter visum. What's the earth • With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept? lb. Sure of the Fortieth spare Arm-chair When gout and glory seat me there. lb. With loves and doves, at all events. With money in the Throe per Cents. lb. How sad and bad and mad it was — But then, how it was sweet ! Confessions. I've married a rich old lord. And you're dubbed knight and E.A. Youth and Art. Now, doji't, sir ! Don't expose me ! Just this once ! This was the flrst and only time, I swear. Mr. Sludge, "The Medium." One does see somewhat when one shut'? one's eyes. lb. If such as came for wool, sir, went'home shorn, Where is the wrong I did them ? lb. It's just the proper way to baulk These troublesome fellows— liars, one and all. Are not these sceptics? Well, to baffle them, No use in being squeamish : lie yourself, lb. There's a real love of a lie. Liars find ready made for lies they make. lb. 32 BROWNING. . To Buppose one cheat Can gull all Uiese, were more miiacnloiu far Tban aught we should conf esi a miracle. Mr. Sludge, "The ■edium." Solomon of saloons, And philosophic diner-out. Ji. Iliis trade of mine— I don't know, can't be sure But there was something in it, tricks and aU! Beally, I want to light up my oim mind. History With the supernatural element, — ^yonknow. Because, however sad the truth may seem. Sludge is of all-importance to himself. li. Was it likelier, now. That this our one out of all worlds beside, The what'd'you-call-'em millions, ahoold be just Precisely chosen to make Adam for, And the rest o' the tale? Yet the tale's true, you know. li. I'm eyes, ears, mouth of mo, one gaze and gape. Nothing eludes mo, everything's a hint, Handle, and help. H. We find great things ore made of little things. And little things go lessening, till at last Comos God behina them. li. This iilain, plump fact. li. Your poet who sings how Greeks That never were, in Troy whidi never waa, Did this or the other impossible great thinfr, lb. Boston's a hole, the herring-pond is wide, V-notes are something, liberty still more. Beside, is he the only fool in we wofid f Ji. It's wiser being good tlian bad ; It's safer being meek than fierce ; It's fitter being sane than mad. Apparent Failure. Letting the rank tongue blossom into speech. Caliban upon Bateboi. •Tliiukoth, Ho dwollotli i* the cold o' the inoon. 'ThinSeth Ho made it, wiUi the aun to match, But not tlio stars ; the stars oomo otherwise /». Qroen-denae and dim-delicious, bred o' Oio su«. /4, L'jt twenty pass, and stone the tvre&ty-flrst, M. A bitter heart that bides its time oud bites /*. What, what P A oui'taiu o'or tho world at O'lco P j^_ We would not lose The last of what might happen on liis feoo. JL Death In the Desert, t ff- Outside was all noon and the burning bine. 1.4s. Stung by the splendonT of a sndden'ihon^. , Such ever was love's way ; to rme, it ^<»P^ I seemed left alive Like a sea- jelly weak on Fatmos strand. To tell dry sea-beadi gacers how I faied When there was mid-sea, and the mighty things. '• JKJ." Bnnow awhile and bnild, broad on theitmts of things. Ut Vaffer. SI. S. There diall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before. St. 9. On the earth the hraken arcs; intheheavm, a perfect round. A. But Gkid has a few of us whom he whii^eis in the ear ; The rest may reason and welcome: 'tis wa musidans know. Si. 11. I was ever a fightar, so — one fight more. The best and the last! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore, And bade me creep past. Pnwplea. For thence, — a pandoz Which comforts wMIe it mocks, — Shall life soisceed in that it seems to fail : What I aspiredTto he And was not, comforts mo. KabblBoiBim. 7. AUtliat^atall, lasts ever, past leooll : Earth changes, but thy soul and God steBd sure Ik. 97.. He fixed there *mid this dance Of plastio oiieumstanae. li. MS. Let age approve of youth, and deaUi ««■# plete the same ! It. ML Why Where's the need of Temple, when the mtUs 0' the world ore that? BplloCaa. JOnnmtit DmeH*. Youth means love ; Vows can't change nature ; prieota are only men. The King ud Urn Book. 1, lOSS. lyrio Love, half ansel and halt hiid. And all a wonder and a wild de^ ! mv X . l,tS31. The story always old, and always new. But facts ore facts and fiiuch not S, 'iSfik. Go practise if you please WiO» men aad women : leave a child alone For Christ's porttoulor love's «*»! J, 5S. BEOWNING. 33 The proper process of unsiiming sin Is to begin well doing. The Ring and the Book. 4, SS5. Oh, make us happy and you make us good. 4, S02. Mothers, -wires, and maids, These be the tools wherewith priests manage men. 4, 503. Everyone, soon or late, comes round by Eome. 5, 298. Saints, to do us good, Must be in heaven. 6, 176. 'Twas a thief said the last kind word to Christ: Christ took tha kindness and forgave the theft. 6, Seo. Such man, being but mere man ('twas aU she knew), Must be made sure by beauty's silken bond, The weakness that subdues the strong, and bows ■Wisdom alike and folly. 9, 4^0. Faultless to a fault. 9, 1177. What does the world, told truth, but lie the more? 10, 6^3. Life is probation, and the earth no goal But starting point of man. 10, 1438. There's a new tribunal now. Higher than God's — the educated man's ! 10, isrre. Inscribe all human effort with one word, Artistry's haunting curse, the Incomplete ! 11, 1560. Ton never know what life means till you die- Even throughout life, 'tis death that makes life live, Give it whatever the significance. 11, 2375. Planets of the pale populace of heaven. Balaustion's Adventure. Who hears music, feels his soKtude Peopled at once. lb. Why waste a word, or let a tear escape. While other sorrows wait you in the world? lb. Genius has somewhat of the infantine : But of the childish not a touch or taint. Prince HoheRstiel-Schwangan. God will estimate Success one day. lb. The great mind knows the power of gentle- Only tries force because persuasion fails. There's a further good conceivable Beyond the utmost earth can realise. Truth never hurts the teller. Fifine at the Fair. 8a The learned eye is still the loving one. Bed Cotton Nightcap Country. Book 1, For tiis did Paganini comb the fierce Electric sparks, or to tenuity Pull forth the inmost wailing of the wire — No cat-gut could swoon out so much of soul. lb. Infantine Art divinely artless. Book 2. Why with old truth needs new truth disagree ? ' lb. Then his face grew one luminosity. Book 4- Ignorance is not iimocence, but sin. The Inn Album. Canto 5. WomaDliness means only motherhood ; All love begins and ends there. Canto 7, Now your rater and debater Is baulked by a mere spectator Who simply stares and listens. Of Pacchiarotto. 7. Man's work is to labour and leaven — As best he may— earth here with heaven ; 'Tis work for work's sake that he's needing. /*. 21. Then was called a council straight. Brief and bitter the debate. Herxe Kiel. St. 4. Praise is deeper than the lips. St. 9. Work I may dispense Witli talk about, since work in evidence, Perhaps in history ; who knows or cares ? A Forgiveness. The thing I pity most In man is — action prompted by surprise Of anger. lb. Who knows most, doubts not ; entertaining hope Means recognising fear. Two Poets of CroislCi 1. 158. Needs there groan a world in anguish just to teach us sympathy? La Saislaz. This world has been harsh and strange ; Something is wrong : there needeth a change. Holy-Cross Day. Not a thought to be seen On his steady brow and quiet mouth. The Statue and the Bust. The glory dropped from their youth and love, And both perceived they had dreamed a dream. lb. Just for a handful of silver he left us. Just for a riband to stick in his coat. The Lost Leader. We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him. Lived in his'mild and magnificent eye. Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die. lb. ^ BROWNING. We shall marcli prospering— not through his presence. The Lost Leader. What so wild as words are ? A Woman'B Last Word. '.Tis the world the same For my praise or blame, And endurance is easy there. Open my heart and you will see Graved inside of it, " Italy." lb. " De OniUbnB— " Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair. Any Wife to any Husband. 9. And yet thou art the nobler of us two : What dare I dream of, that thou const not do? lb. 148. Lose who may— I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they. pne Way of Love. S. What porridge had John Keats ? Populartty. Argument's hot to the cloie. Master Mu^ues of Baxe-Ootha. One says his say with a differanos ; More of ezpoundiue, ei^lahiing ; All now is wrangle, abuse and vocitetaQoe. lb. IS. ■Do I carry the moon, in my pocket ? lb. SO. Love is so different with us men. In a Tear. I find earth not grey Jiut rosy, Heaven not grim but fair of hue. At th« "Mermaid.'* Oh, to be in England now ' that April's there ! Home Thouthti from Abroad. That's the wise thrush ; he siugs each song twice over Lest 30U should think he ntivor could recapture The first flue careless rapture ! lb. Here and here did En^luld help mo : how can I help England P— say Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, WJjw Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Afnoa. Home Thought! from the B«as. Ah, did you once see Shelley plain Md did he stop and speak to you, Ana did you speak to him ngoin f How strange it seems, auS new ! HemorabUla. 1, world OS God has mode it ! All is beauty. Tht OuardtM AbIm. Ood IB seen God _ lu the star, in tiie stone, in the fledi, im the soul and Hie art 1. rhe light of other days. Their hearlw and •entimenta wore free, their appetites wei'e hearty. J^it $ M. ^ " Let us Itave hurry to slsvti," -SinasoM: " Rsay on MaBB*i«,"« BONY AN— BURKE. 37 JOHN BUNYAN (1628-1678). Some said, John, print it ; others said, Not so ; Some said, It might do good ; others said, No. The Pilgrim's Progress. Fart 1. The Author's Apology. May I not write in such a style as this ? In such a method, too, and yet not miss My end— thy good ? Ih. Then read my fancies ; they wUl stick like burrs. Jb. It is the Slough of Despond still, and so will be when they have done what they can. Fart 1. Hanging is too good for him, said Mr. CiTielty. lb. A castle called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof -was Giant Despair. lb. Now G-iant Despair had a, wife, and her name was Diffidence. Jb. Sleep is sweet to the labouring man. lb. He has got beyond the gunshot of his enemies. lb. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. Fart ^. Preface. A man that could look no way but down- wards, with a muck-rake in his hand. Fart 2. One leak will sink a ship; and one sin will destroy a sinner. ._r~ lb. Tie that is down needs fear no fall He that is low, no pride.* lb. The man so bravely played the man. He made the fiend to fly. lb. There was a man, though some did count him mad, The more he oast away the more he had. lb. He who bestows his goods upon the poor, Shall have as much again, and ten times more. lb. I shook the sermon out of my mind. Grace Abounding. IRev.] J. W. BURGON (b. 1819?). A rose-red city half as old as Time.t Petra — Newdigate Frize Foem (18//S), EDMUND BUKKE (1730-1797). A good parson once said that. where mystery begins religion ends. Cannot I say, as truly at least, of human laws, that where mystery begins, justice ends ? A Vindication of Natural Society. The lucrative business of mystery. lb. Power gradually extirpates from the mind every humane and gentle virtue. lb. •5fie Butler. "He that is down can fall no lower." t " By niciny a temple half as old as Time."— EoQEBs : "Italy." I have no gi'eat opinion of a defluitiou, the celebrated remedy for the cure of this disorder [uncertainty and confusion]. On the Sublime and Beautiful. Fart 1. Introduction. He perhaps reads of a shipwreck on the coast of Bohemia. Ih. As the arts advance towards their per- fection, the science of criticism advances with ec[ual pace. ■ lb. Darkness is more productive of sublime ideas than light. Fart S, see. 14. Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty. Fart 3, sec. 9, Custom reconciles us to everything. Fart 4, sec. IS. Party divisions, whether on the whole operating for good or evil, are things in- separable from free government. Observations on a Publication, " 77ie Fresent State of the Nation." There is, however, a limit at which for- bearance ceases to be a virtue. lb. Well stored with pious frauds, and, like most discourses of the sort, much better calculated for the private advantage of the preacher than the edification of the hearers. lb. A commonplace against war ; the easiest of all topics. lb. The same sun which gilds all nature, and exhilarates the whole creation, does not shine upon disappointed ambition, lb. It is a general popular error to suppose the loudest complainers for the public to be the most anxious for its welfare. ' Jb. To complain of the age we live in; to murmur at the present possessors of power, to lament the past, to conceive extravagant hopes of the future, are the common dis- positions of the greatest part of mankind. Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. When bad men combine, the good must associate. Jb. Of this stamp is the cant of "Not men but measures"; a sort of charm by which many people get loose from every honour- able engagement. Jb. I remember an old scholastic aphorism, which says, "that the man who lives wholly detached from others must be either an angel or a devil." When I see in any of these detached gentlemen of our times the angelic purity, power, and beneficence, I shall admit them to be angels. Jb. He trespasses against his duty who sleeps upon his watch, as well as he that goes over to the enemy. H- 38 BURKE. The plain high-road of finance. Speech on American Taxation, Thet« is no knowledge which is' not valu- able, lb. Falsehood has a perennial spring. lb. A name that keeps the name of this country respectable in every other. lb. Lei those who have betrayed him [Lord Chatham] by their adolation, insnlt him with their malevolenoe. But what I do not presume to censure, I may have leave tp lament. lb. It did so happen, that persons had a single office divided between them, who had never spoke to each other intheir lives, until they found themselves, they knew not how, pigging together, heads and points^ in the jsame truckle-bed. Xb. For even then, Sir, even before this splendid orb was eutindy set, and whilst the western^ horizon was in a blaze with his descending glory, on Ihe opposite quaiter of the heavens arose another luminaiy, and, for his hour, became lord of the ascendant. lb. Great men are the guide-posts and land- marks in the State. Jb. Passion for fame ; a passion which is the instinct of all great souls. 7}. An illness (not, os was then given out, a political), but to my knowledge a very real illness. /4_ To tax and to please, no more than to love and to be wise, is not given to men. lb. I have in general no very exalted opinion of the virtue of paper government. Speech on Oonclllatlon with Amerloa. (Jtanh as, ms.) Befiued policv ever has been the parent of confusion ; and ever will be so, as lonjr as the world endures. lb. The concessions of the weak ore the con- cessions of fbar, jj howprofltable tTiey have been to uIl I fiS all the pride of power sink, and bU p^ jumptQu in the wisdom of Imimui oim- trivances mdt and die away within me. JS^JSSrof'^S^Iy. ' '^°'' --»'"»8^^ tiotlTwWfe.'""" ""'""''-'7; pawlve, is a sort of dissent But the rdiirion MOnement on the principle of resistance • it Is the disiidenoa of disient, mI ttS rt« teitantism of the PititestZt "re^o^ n. Obedience is what makes govenunen^ and not the names by which it la caUed. M. The mysterious virtue of wax and I»n^- ment. . ^'• The moreh of the human mind is doiw. 75. All government, indeed everf human benefit and enjoyment, every vntoe, and every prudent act, is founaed on com- pnmuse and baiter. /ik Slavery they can have anywhere. It is a weed that grows in everyaou. Jt. Hu^naaimify in poHtiea is not eddom the tmesT wisdom ; and a great ODnpIre and little minda go iU together. li, I know many have been taoght to tiiink, that moderation, in a case like Has, u a mat of treason. Letter to the SherUh at BriataL Between craft and credulity, the Toioe of reason is stilled. A. If any ask me what a free govermiMBft ia, I answer, that, for any practical pmiJata^ it is what the people think so. A Liberty, too, most he limited in oidw to bepoasessed. A NoOiing in mogression can rest on its oiimial iSan. We raigfat as well think rich and froe ; if our wealth commands us, we are poor indeed. Letters on a Kegloide Peaoa. Notliing is so rash as fear; and the counsels of pusillanimity very rarely put off, whUst they are always sure to aggcavatc, the evils from which they would fly" :\'o. 1 {17!)S). Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other. 74, Never, no never, did Natvire say one thinir, and Wisdom say another. M. s (ij-jm. Well is it known thot ambition can orepi) as well as soar. jg[ People oruslied by law have no hopes but from power. If laws ara their enemies, they wai be enemies to laws; «>d *"^^ have much to hope and nothing to lose wiu always be dangerous, more or less. >;. Letter to the Hon. C 4. Fot (Oct. 8, im.) We view the establishment of the IhigUsh colonies on principles of liberty as that which is to render this Jdngdom venerable to f utnie ages. Addnn to the BriUah OoloDlatai in li»th Amariea(lTn). The coquetry of public opinian, whidt has her caprices, and must have her way. Latter to Thos. Bnr. Life ia an a vaiioruia. We regard not how it |?>ea ! Let them cant about deoonim Who have chaiaetaia to lose. M. Pleaaure'adevionaway. »• Wrt». Hided by Fanqr's meteor -ray, By passion dnTen; Bntyet the li{^ that led aatiaj Was Ught from Heaven. A And,likeapaBsiogthou|^t,aheaed In light away. J*^ Blow, Mow. ye winds, with Iteaviar goiA ! And freeie, thou bitter^biting ttoat I Descend, ye chilly, smoOerUw nows ! Not all your rage, as now unnao, tihowa Ilore hud untanoneas, unrdentiug, Yengi^ malice, nnreoentiii& 'JThan heaven-iliuminea man on brafitar man bestows. t WlBtar Wglit. O ye who, sunk in beds ot down, Feel not a want hut what yourselves ereato, Thi^ for a moment on his wretched tkte. Whom triends and fortune quite disown ! IK Affliction's sons are brotheis in di st ress, A brotlter to relieve, how ezquiute the hiita 1 His lookid, lettered, bmw brass oollar ■ Showed him the gentleman and acholu. The T«» Doila In Highland sang, f>' Was made long syne— Loidkaainik$!|f,um|> BURNS. 43 His honest, soiisie, baws'nt face ^ye gat him friends in ilka place. The Twa Dogs. And what poor cot-folk pit their painch in, I own it's past my comprehension. ik But human bodies are sic fools, ^ For a' their colleges and sch,ools. That when nae real ills perplex them. They mak enow themsela to vex them. lb. There's sic parade, sic pomp and art. The joy can scarcely reach the heait. lo. Oh wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae mony a blunder free us. And foolish notion. To a Lonse. The rigid righteous is a fool. The rigid wise anither. Address to the Unco Guid. Discount what scant occasion gave The purity ye pride in, And (what's aft mair than a' the lave) Your better art o' hiding. lb. A dear-loved lad, convenience snug, A treacherous inclination — But, let me whisper i' your lug, Ye're aiblins nae temptation. lb. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin wrang, , To step aside is human. lb. Then at the balance let's be mute. We never can adjust it ; What's done we paitly may compute, But know not what's resisted. lb. Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flower. To a Mountain Daisy. Stem Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom.* lb. Life and love are all a dream. Lament. Oh ! scenes in strong remembrance set ! Scenes never, never to return ! lb. life ! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weaiy road, To wretches such a,i I ! Despondency. But facts are chiels that wiuna ding, And downa be disputed. A Dream. Here some are thiukin' on their sins. And some upo' their claes. The Holy Fair. The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn, and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow. And softer ilame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stained his name ! A Bard's Epitaph. Prudsnt, cautious self-control la wisdom's root. lb. « Set Young's " Night Thoughts," 9, 167. On every hand it will allowed be He's just — nae better than he should be. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton. He had twa fauts, or maybe three,' Yet what remead ? Ae honest social man want we : Tam Samson's dead ! Tarn Samson's Elegy. The thundering guns are heard on every side. The wounded coveys, reeling, scatter wide ; The feathered field - mates, bound by Nature's tie. Sires, mothers, children, in one carnage lie. The Brigs of Ayr. The fient a pride, nae pride had he. Nor s&uce, nor state, that I could see, Mair than an honest ploughman. Lines on meeting with Lord Daer. The mair they talk I'm kenned the better. E'en let them clash ! The Poet's Welcome to his Illegitimate Child. Life is but a day at most, Sprung from night, in darkness lost. Lines written In Friars-Carse Hermitage. Hope not sunshine every hour. Fear not clouds will always lower. Happiness is but a name, « Make content and ease thy aim. lb. A towmont, sirs, is gane to wreck ! O Eighty-eight, in thy sma' space What dire events hae taken place ! Of what enjoyments thou hast reft us ! In what a pickle thou hast left us ! Elegy on 1788. With knowledge so vast, and with judgment so strong. No man with the half of 'em e'er went far wrong ; With passions so potent, and fancies so bright. No man with the half of 'em e'er went quite right. Sketch : inscribed to C. J. Fox. Good Lord, what is man ? for as simple he looks, Do but try to develop his hooks and his crooks ; With his depths and his shallows, his good and his evil ; All in all he's a problem must puzzle the devil. /*• If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it ; A ehiel's amang you takin' notes, And, faith, he'll prent it ! Verses on Capt. Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland. Euins yet beauteous in decay. Verses on an evening view of Lincluden Abbey. 44 BURNS. A woman— though the phrase may seem uncivil — As able and as cruel as the devil ! Frolojae for Mr. Satherland. Not only "hear, hut patronise, befriend them. And vrnere ye justly can commend, com- mend them ; And aibh'ns when they winna stand the teat. Wink hai'd and say the folks hae done theur best ! i*. Thin partitions do divide* The bounds where good and ill reside ; That nought is perfect here below ; But dliss still bordering upon woe. Verses to my Bed. Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. Tam o' Bhanter. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To uoink how mony counsels sweet, How mony lengthened, sage advices The husband frae the wife despises ! li. His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony I Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither — They had been f ou for weeks thegi^her ! The landlady and Tam grew gracious, Wi' favoui's secret, sweet, and precious. The Souter told his queerest stories, The landlord's laugh was ready dhorus ! lb. Kings may be blest, but Tam was gloriooa, O'er a' the ills o' lire victorious ! 78. But pleasures nre like poppies spread ! You seize the flower, its bloom is shod I Or like the snowfall in the river, A moment white— then melts for ever li. That hour, o' night's black arch the kev- stone. ^ Inspiring bold John Barleycorn ! AVbat dangers thou canst mak us scorn ! Wi' tippeuny, wo fear noe evil ; Wi' usqucbae, we'll face the devil. /*. Wi' mair o' horrible and awtu". Which even to name wnd be unlawfu'. lb. The mirth and fun grow fast and furious. Chords that vibrato sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woo. On Bentlblllty. Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o' daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea. Lament of Mary Queen of Booti. • q/', Diyci™ ; "And tliln mrtltlom do IliMr walls dlvlds"; and Pope! "Witt^ttln psrtUluns seiiic ^'um tlkpnght dtvldo." I've seen sae mony changefu' years. On earth I am a stranger grown ; I wander in the ways of men, Alike unknowing and unlmown. Lament for Jamai, Earl of OleDcaint. In durance vile here must I wake and weefk Epistle Ikom Ewpm to Hartak A fool and knave ore plants of every soil. Frologne for Mr. Botherlaiid's Banallt. We labour soon, we labour late. To feed the titled knave, man ; And a^ the comfort we're to get Is that ayont the grave, man. Tlie Tree of Ubarty. And ne'er misfortmne's Did nip a fairer flower. blast T» OUoillL It's hardly in a body's power To keep at times bit being sonr. To see how things are shared ; How best o' duels are whiles in want. While coofs on oonntleas thoof ands rant, And ken na how to woir't.i' Epistte to D«ria. Yet nature's charms — the hills and ^ The sweepine vales and foaming floods- Are nee alike to oil - Jb. Then let ns cheeifa' aoqniasee. Nor make onr soaaty ^easnies hss^ By pining at onr state. Jb. I am nae poet, in a soise, But just a rhymer, like by (lisnwi. And nas to learning no pretame , But what's the matter F Bplstl* to iaha La^ndk. Gie me ae spark o' Natura's fire t That's a* the learning I desire ; Then, though I trudge throu^ dafa$ aa' miie Atplenriioroarii My Hose, tnoogh hamely in attire, May touch the heart. A. Fot thus the royal mandate ran. When first the human race began, " The social, Mendly. honest man, Whate'erlSbo, •Tis ho ^llflla great Nature's pfau, And none but he ! " Beoond Bplstl* to LkpMlk. O Nature ! a' thv shows and fonns "Fo f eding. pensive hearts hse dianns 1 Whether the summer kindly w Wi' life and tight, Or winter howls, in gusty stonns. The htng dark uight! Bplstla to wTuiam BlnpMi^ tOooh=lVH,l,. "tow»lr't"=toijH'ntUt. t Dubapool. BURNS. 45 lb. God knows, I'm no the thing I should be, Nor aiji I even the thing I could he. But twenty times I rather would he An atheist clean, Than under gospel colours hid be, Just for a screen. Epistle to the Rev. John M'Uath. An honest man may like a glass. An honest man may like a lass, But mean revenge, and malice fause. He'll still disdain. lb. Then top. and maintop crowd the sail. Heave Care owre side ! And large, before Enjoyment's gale, Let's tak' the tide. Epistle to James Smith. And farewell, dear deluding woman. The joy of joys ! Life ! how pleasant is thy moniing. Young Fancy s rays the hiUs adorning ! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, "W e frisk away. Like schoolboys, at the expected warning. To joy and play. lb. Perhaps it may turn out a sang. Perhaps turn out a sermon. Epistle to a young Friend. 1 waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing ; But, och ! it hardens a' within. And petrifies the feeling ! Ih, The fear o' hell's a hangman's whip To hand the wretch in order ; But where ye feel your honour grip. Let that aye he your border. lb. An atheist laugh's a. poor exchange Tor Deity offended ! lb. In ploughman phrase, " God send you Still daily to grow wiser ; And may ye better reck the rede Than ever did th' adviser ! lb. I'll grant a real gospel-groan. Epistle to James Tait. But why should ae man better fare. And a' men brithers ? Epistle to Dr. Blacklock. Acd let us mind, faint heart ne'er wan A lady fair ; Wlia does the utmost that he can, Will whiles do mair. lb. To make a happy fire-side clime To weans arid wife ; That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life. -Z?. But cautious Queensberry left the war. The unmannered dust might soil his star ; Besides, he hated bleeding. Second Epistle to Robert Graham. Critics ! — appalled I venture on the name, Those out-throat bandits in the paths of fame. Third Epistle to Robert Graham. O Dulness ! portion of the truly blest ! Cabn sheltered haven of eternal rest ! Thy sons ne'er madden in the fierce extremes Of Fortune's polar frost, or torrid beams. lb. Fled, like the sun eclipsed as noon appears. And left us darkling in a world of tears, lb. The friend of man, to vice alone a foe. Epitaph on his Father. But what his common sense cam short. He eked out wi' law, man. Extempore, on two Lawyers. An idiot race, to honour lost ; Who know them best despise them most. Lines on viewing Stirling Palace. True it is, she had one failing — Had a woman ever less ? Lines under the picture of the celebrated Miss Burns. That there is falsehood in his looks, I must and will deny ; They say their master is a knave — ■ And sure they do not lie. The Parson's Looks. Some hae meat, and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it ; But we hae meat, and we can eiit, And sae the Lord be thankit. The Selkirk Grace.* If there's another world, he lives in bliss. If there is none, he made the best of this. On a Friend. "Were such the wife had fallen to my part, I'd break her spuit, or I'd break her heart. The Henpecked Hvisband. But gie me a canny hour at e'en, My aims about my dearie, O, And warl'ly cares, and warl'ly men. May a' gae tapsalteerie, O. Green grow the rashes, 0. The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly loved the lasses, 0. lb. Auld Nature swears' the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, ; Her prentice hand she tried on man. And then she made the lasses, O.t lb- * The "Selkirk Grace," though generally afctri- -buted to Burns, is a version ot an older anonymous rhyme. In the MSS. of Dr. Plume, of Maldon, Essex, in a handwriting of about 1660, it appears thus : Some have meat but cannot eat ; Some could eat but have bo meat ; We have meat and can all eat ; Blest, therefore, be God for our meat. t Man was made when Niture was but an apprentice, but woman when she was a skilful inistress ol her art.—" Cupid's ■Whirligig "(P!a!/), 1607. • A man may drink and no be drunk ; A man may fight and no 1)6 slain ; A man may kiss a bonny lass. And aye be welcome back again, BURNS. I ha£ a wife o' my ain. There vai a 1mi< I bae a wife. I hae naething to lend — I'll borrow from naebody. It, n. If naebody care for me, 1*11 care for. naebody. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Auld Lanj Syne. We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne ! , /*. And here's a hand, ipy trusty flere, And gies a hand o' thine. li- We are na fou, we're nae that fQU, But just a drappie in our ee.* Ob, WllUe brewed a Peck o' Maut. Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ! Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deeper wraa*. To Mary In Heaven. John Anderson, my jo, Joh^', When first wo were acquit, Toiur locks were like the layeik, ■ Tour bonny brow was brent. John Andenen. Jolm Anderson, my jo, John, We clomb the hul therather. And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi' one anither ; Now we maun totter down, John, But hand in hand we'll go. And sleep thegitherat the foot, John Anderson, my jo. iS, Let not woman e'er complain, Fickle man is opt to rove : Look abroad through nature's range, Nature's mighty law is change. Let not w6man e'er complabi. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, ^ My heart's in the Highlaads, a-diamug the leer; A-oha»ng the wild deer, and foUowing the roe — My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go My Heatt't In the Hl|Manlii. » We're gaily, wo'ro gaily yet, And wo'iB not veiy ftjw, but we're gaily yet ! Then set y« awMle, Rnd tipple a bl" ' For we's not vei'y few, butwe'w g«yly yet. Bong, "Ooloiwl BnUy," In "The Provoked Wlft." — (1807) Sir J. Vanbrugh, Act 8, so. k There's lang-fodiefred Kas^ :■ Maist fetches his fancy— , But the laddie's deasr sel' hs lo'eg deoien of a'. Therft'B a Touth In thte CItj. Ae fond kiss and then we sevo'.t KairaaU to MaBcy. But to see her was to lov« her, Love hot her, and love fta ever. i*. Hod we never loved sas kindly. Had we never loved aae bl&idly. Never met— « never paxted. We had ne'er been broken-lieaztea. I». To see hear is to love Iier, And love hat her for ever. For Natme mode her what she is, And nevw made aniUier! Bonay iMdsy. The de'il'he couldna skaith thee, Nor au^tthat wad bdaag thee; He'd look into tiiy bonny face, And say, "I camia wrong thee." ■ IK For ilka man that's drunk's a Irard. OnUwUto, count the lA«ln*. But dear as is thy form to me, Still dearer is &y mind. It lam Jeaoi^r Bonny Vase. I canna tell, I mauna tdl, I daisna fbr your anger ; But secret love will break my heart, If I conceal it langer. Cn^e-bBTB Woeii Sleep I can ^nane For thinking <»i my dearie^ Blminer'a s Haeaant Time. What am a yoong lassie^ what AaU a yf young lasae, 'hat cau a young lassie do wi' man? What ean a Teaa( avM » He's peevish and jealous of a' the younir feUiwB. iK Tla favours Ip the siUy wind. That kisses ilka Uiing it meets.t I O^evdlHs thou ark sae ailf. But aye the tear comes in my ee, TO think on him that's im awa'. Oh, how «ui I he VU&mt A dapper-tengue wad deave a miller. «e a WUt as WUUe hM. R«r nose and ohiu they Uureaten itiin. ii. Then let yotir schemes alone, Adore the lisiBg sua. And leave a man undone To his fate. Te JaeoMte i. t "One Mis mora, and •elkiBwelL*' -'•Th»Loi'riflaiJ«Ba,'«W8«. Song SI, t F«mi>hnst or AytoB, % S. BURNS-BURTON. 47 It's guid to be merry and wiae, 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'. She's left the guid fellow and ta'en the churl. Heg o' the Mill. The miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving ; The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving, A fine-pacing horse, wi' u, clear-chained bridle, A whip by her side, and a bonny side-saddle. 76. Though poor in gear, we're rich iu love. The Sodger's Return, As in the bosom o' the stream, The moonbeam dwells at d6wy e'en * So trembb'ng, pure, was,tender love Witlun the breast o' bonny Jean. There was a Lass. Now what could artless Jeanie do ? She had nae will to say him na : At length she blushed a sweet consent. And love was aye between them twa. /6, Oh, wliistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad : Though father and mither and a' should gae mad. Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad. Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you. And look as ye were na looking at me. lb. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has often led. Bruce's Address to his Army , at Bannockburn. Now's the day, and now'a the hour ; See the front o' battle lour ; See approach proud Edward's power — Chains and slavery, lb. Liberty's in every blow ! — Let us do or die ! lb. My love is like a red, red rose. That's newly sprung in June. A Red, Red Rose. Thine is the self-approving glow Of conscious honour's part. To Chlorls. The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a' that ! + Is there, for Honest Poverty? • 'lis good to be merry and wise, 'Tis good to be honest and true, 'Tis good to be off wi' the aiUd love, Before one is on wi' tBe new. Old Scottish song. (See Miscellaneous, " Waifs and Strays.") t See Wycherley, " I weigh the man," etc. A man's a man for a' that ! lb, A king can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that ! lb. For a' that, and a' that. It's oomin' yet for a' that. That man to man, the warld o'er. Shall brothers be for a' that. lb. The sweetest flower that decked the mead. Now trodden like the vilest weed ; Let simple maid the lesson read. The weird may be her ain, jo. Oh, Lassie, art thou sleeping yet? But we'll hae ane frae 'mang oursels, A man we ken, and a' that. Heron Election Ballad. Be Britain still to Britain true, Amang oursels united ; For never but by British hands Maun British wrangs be righted ! The Dumfries Volunteers. Oh, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, Oh, gie me the lass wi' the weel-stookit farms. ~ Hey for a Lass wi' a Tocher. Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, The nice yellow guineas for me. lb. 'Tis sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside — Jessy. Jessy. Glory is the sodger's prize. The sodger's wealth is honour. When wild War's deadly Blast. Here awa, there awa, wandering Willie, Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame ; Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie. Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same. Wandering Wlllie.J ROBERT BURTON (1576-1640). When I bui!d castles in the air, Void of sorrow, void of fear. Anatomy of Melancholy, The Author's Abstract of Melancholy. All my joys to this are folly ; Nought so sweet as melancholy. lb. Whate'er is lovely or divine. § lb. There is no greater cause of melancholy than idleness, "no better cure than busi- ness," as Bhasis holds. Democrittis to the Reader. He that goes to law (as the proverb is) holds a wolf by the ears. lb. % " Wandering Willie " is founded on tlie old Scotch song, " Ilka thing pleases wliile- Willie's at lianie," — Herd, " Collection of Scottish Songs," 1709 and 1772. § Sometimes misquoted, " Whate'er is lovely is divine," ' 48 BUKTON- BUTLER. That which is a law to-day is none to- moiTOw. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to (he Seader. InduBtry is a loadBtone to draw all good things. lb. All poets are mad. lb. The greatest enemy to man is man. FaH 1, sec. 1, mem. 1, 1. Of seasons of the year the autumn is the most melancholy. Fart 1, sec. 1, mem. S, t. Nothing so good hut it may be ahnsed. Part 1, see. I, mem. t, 6. I am of Beroaldus's opinion, "Such digressions do mightily delight and refresh a weary reader." Fart 1, sec. S, mem. 3. 1. Poverty is the muses' patrimony. Fart 1, sec. i, mem. S, 15. It is an old saying, " A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword." Fart 1, sec. i, mem. 4, 4- Set not tiiy foot to make the blind to fall ; Nor wilfully offend thy wetiker brother : Nor wound, the dead with thy tongue's bitter gall ; Neither rejoice thou in the fall of other.* Fart 1, sec. S, mem. 4, S, One was never married, and that's his hell ; another is, and that's his plague. , Part 1, see. f, mem, 4, 7. Let those love now who never loved before. And those who always loved now love the more.t Fart S, see. t. mem. S, S. Sickness and sorrows come aid go, but a superstitious soul hath no rest. Part S, sec. 4, mem. 1, S. If there be a hell upon earth it is to be found in a melancholy man's heart. Fart 1, see. 4, mem. 1. We ought not to be so roah and rigorous in our censures as some are; charily will judge and hope the best. God be merciful unto lis all ! Fart 1, sec. 4, metn. 1. Temperance is a bridle of gold. Part t, sec. S, mem. 1, t. A tyrant is the host sacrifice to Jupiter, as the auoients held. Part t, see. 3, tiiem. J, i. Of vanities aud fopperies, to brag of gentility is the greatest. Fart I, see. 3, mrm. t. Hops and patience arc two sovereien remedies for all, the surest lepoaals, the softest cushions to lean ou in adversity. Fart t, ne. 3, mrm. 3, ' What is a ship but a prison P Part t, see. 3, mm. 4. * A. note states that tlits Is tnm " Pybivo In Uls Qundralat 8T." t IV. of "Pervlgnium Vonorls," an ladtnt poem of unknown suttiorshtp. Mine haven's found; fortune and hope adieu. _ . Mock o&aa now, for I hare done with you^ Ftirt $, tec. 3, mem. 6. Tobacco, divine, rare, sopmsaaiiDijat to- bacco, which goes far beyond all the pan- aceas, potable gold, and pJiiloso^er'B stones, a sovereign remedy to all diwases .... but as it is oorainonly aboaed by most men, which take it as tinkers do ale, 'tis a plague, a mischief,' a violent ^mgW of goods, lands, health, hellish, deviUh and damned tobacco, the ruin and overthrow ox body and souL Fart t, see. 4, mem. S, t. Nothing wins a man sooner than a good turn. Fart 3, tee. I, mem. z, J. Idleness overthrows all. Part 3, see. S, mem. t, I. Man's best possession is a loving wifi^} Pari 3, tee. t, mem. Si S. FRANCES A. KEMBLE BUTLEK. (b. 1811). Youth with swift feet walks onwoid in the way; The land of joy lies all before his eyes ; Age, stombling, Ungers slowlv day by day. Still looking back, for it beliind bim liea. ' Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin. But onward-, upwaid, till the goal ye win ! Lima to the Toiuf OeaBiiw laavint Lenox Anafleif. JOSEPH BUTLER, D.C.L., BisImv of Dvrbam (16M-1TSS). Virtue most bo the baprpinesa^ and lies the misenr, of every creature. ' Analogy or Rell^on. /HdmbiclMii. SAMUEL BUTLER (1611-1680). When dvil dudgeon first grew bigb. And men fell out thoy knew not why, HadlteM. Art i, iwjile X, And pulpit, drum ecolesiaatio, Was Deat with fist instead of a stick. Ih, Gijuat on the bench, great in tbe saddle. H. Wbivli made some take bim tor a tool That knaves do work with, called a Fool. Ih. We grant although he had much wit Ho wns very shy of using it. n. Besides, 'tis known ho oould spook Gie^ As naturally as pigs squeak. IK by Burton to FrudanUus. Be adds thai tb«y an on tha tomb of a Obrlstlan tnUlicr, Fr. fueciui till) Ploroniliw, In Soma. t I>. orEurliIcK wm b(« 8god by tlie Frcadh. H Ir laoon o reply w«" •' War nt tlio point of the knlft," *"' ' t Spain. Land of lost gods and godlike men.{ /St. 85. Art, Ghny, Freedom fafl, but Notuie siall is fair. ^ ^* ' Where'er we tread 'tis haunted, hoAr faaaxA, St. 88. Age shakes Athens's tower, Imt spares grey llaraUion. lb. How Selfish sorrow pondere on the past And clings to Uionf^itB now better &r removed ! . St. 96. Ada, sole daughter of my house and heart. Cimto 3, 1 1. Once more npon Uie waters ! yetonoenume! And the wavee bonnd faaieaia me as a steed That knows his rider. - SLt.' Still mnst I on, for I am as a weed. Flung bam theiock, on Ooean'sfoain, to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tu uip ee f l) breath pievaiL i>. Tears steal Fire £rom the mind, as vigour from fhelindi; And life's enchanted cup but sparUes near the brim. St. 8. There was a sound of revdiy by ni^it, And Belgiom's cs^ntal had githeaO. Wi Her Bean^ and her Chivaliy, and hiSf^A^: The lamps shone o'er fur womam Mill brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Hosio anise with its voluptoous swell. Soft eyes looked love to eyes which ^alui affiun. And all went menry as a nuiniage Ml; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikaBUB a rising knell ! SLMt. Did ye not hear it ?— No, 'twas bat the wmd, Or tbe car rattling o'er the stony sbeet ; On with the dance ; let joybemioonfiiiad; No sleep till mom, when Youth waA Pleasure meet To chaae the gtowing hours with flyine feet fiK. ij^ And there was mountinc in hot haste. ficas. Or whispering, with white line—" The foe !. They come 1 They come ! *' 2b. The unretuming brave. 5(, f7. Battle's magnificently stem amy. St. tS. Ilider and horse— friend, foe— in one nd bunal blent 71^ Bright names will hallow song. St.t9, The tree will wither long before it fall. And thus the heart will break, yet btokmlr live on. ^^ 'Tis but a worthless world to win or lose^ » » . St. 40. But quiet to quic k bosoma is a hell. St.4$. X Oretco. BYEONi 53 He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those helow. Childe Harold. Canto S, st. 45. Majestic Rhine. St. 46. A blending of all beauties ; streams and dells, Fruit, foliage, crag, wood, cornfield, mountain, vine, And chiefless castles, breathing stem fare- wells, lb. All tenantless, save to the orannying wind. St. 47. The castled crag of Drachenfels. Frowns o'er the wide and winding Bhiue. St. 55. Brief, brave, and glorious was his young career. St. 57. He had kept The whitenes? of his soul, and thus men o'er him wept. lb. The Alps, The palaces of Nature. St. 62. But these are deeds that should not pass away. And names that must not wither. St. 67. But there are wanderei's o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be. .S*. 70. By the blue rushing of the aiTOwy Ehone. St. 71. I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities, torture. St. 72. What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? St. 84. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing. To waft me from distraction. St. 85. On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar. St. 86. In solitude, where we are least alone. St. 90. The mom is up again, the dewy mom, With breath all incense, and with cheek all bloom. St. 98. The march of our existence. lb. Mortals, who sought and found, by danger- ous roads, A path to perpetuity of fame. St. 105. Sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer. St. IW. Fame is the thirst of youth, — but I am not So young as to regard men's frown or smile. St. m. I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bowed To its idolatries a patient knee, St. 113. I stood Among them but not of them. 76. I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand. Canto 4: 1. Where Venice sat in state, throned on her hundred isles. lb. Meantime I seek no sympathies, nor need ; The thorns which I have reaped are of the tree I planted, — they have toi-n me, — and I bleed ; I should have known what fruit would spring from such a seed. St. 10. There are some feelings time cannot benumb. St. 19. If from society we learn to live, 'Tis solitude should teach us how to die. St. S3. The Ariosto of the North.* St. 40. Italia ! oh Italia ! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty. St. 42. Let these describe the undescribable. St. 53. The starry Galileo, with his woes. St. 54. The poetry of speech. St, 58. The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss. And boil in endless torture. St. 69. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands. Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe.t St. 79. Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying. Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind. St. 98. Heaven gives its favourites— early death. St. 10%. Man ! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear. St. 109. The nympholepsy of some fond despair. St. 115. Thou wert a beautiful thought, and softly bodied forth. lb. Cabined, cribbed, confined. And bred in darkness. St. iti. Oh Time ! the beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled — Time! the corrector where our judgments err. St. ISO. Time, the avenger ! lb. But I have lived, and have not lived in vain ; My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain; But there is that within me shall not tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire ; Something unearthly, which they deem not of. St. 1S7. • Sir Walter Scutt. f Eome. 54 BYRON. I see 'before me the CHadiator lie ; He leans upon his hand— his mao)y brow Consentii to death, but conquers agony. Chllde Harold. Canto 4, H, IjO, The arena swims around him— he isgone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which boiled the wretch who won. Jb. He heard it, but he heeded not — ^his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far sway ; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where hismdehntbythe Danube lay. There were his young barbaiians all at play, There-ma their Dadprn mother— he, their aire, Butdiered to make a Soman holiday. Bt. 141. A. ruin— yet what ruin ! from its mass Walls, palaces, halt-cities, hare been reared. ' St. US. Heroes have trod this spot— 'tis on their dust ye tiead. St. I44. While stands the Coliseum, Bome shall stand; When falls the Coliseum, Bome shall fall : And when Bome falls— the World. St. l4S. The Lord of the unerring bow. The Qod of life, and poesy, and light.* - St. 161. Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low Some less majestic, less Deloved head f St. 168. So youne, so fair, Good without effort, gre^ without a foe. St. iri. Oh ! that the Desert were my dwelling-plaoe, With one fair Spirit for my minister. St. m. There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, ' There is a i-apture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes. By the deep sea, and music in its roar ; I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and fed What I can ne'er express, yet tiannot all conceal. St. 178. Rqll 00, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— Toll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ■ Man marks the earth with ruin— his control Stops with the shote. ' si. ifg. He sinks into thy depths with bubbling wTthouf a giave, unknelled, unoafflned. and unknown. ^^' Time writes no wrinkle on thine oture brow ' Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollesi °<"'-T _Si. m . ' ApoUo.. iJ.,^ '""'•WWtt tells qu'slls ftit m preniiv Jour da la cvtatloii.— OomiiSfc Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty GloaseB itself in tempests. St. ISS. Dark, heaving ;— boundless, flndka, and suUirae — .. The image of Eternity. •»«■ What is writ ia writ, — Would it were worthier ! bnt I am not iu>fr •n>at which I have been. St. S6. I^rewell ! a word that must be, and hath '•"«■'• ,. . A sonnd whidi mokes as lingez'; — 7*^— &ieweU! 81.196. Clime of the unforeotton hmve.! 1. 106. LltS. Shrine of the mighty! can it be, Thot tlds ia all lemaina of thee? For Freedom's bottle, once begun. Bequeathed by bleeding Sire to Son, Though baffled oft, is ever won. The graves of those thot cannot di& Though like a denMm of ttw ni^t He passed, and vanished from my _ And every woe o tear con dsim. Except on ening sister's dioma^ t ^Kk The keenest pongs the wielcted Had Are iimtnTe to the dieoijr void. The leodess desert of the mind. The waste of feelings niWB^ktjed. I.SS6, Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rook. I.S68, Love will find its way Through paths where wolves would fear to prey. t. XtfT. Thecold in clime are cold in Uood, Their love can scarce deserve the qaiM. 1. 1098. I die— but first I hove poaaesaed, And come what may, I Amw imm UanBd. She was a form of life and Hght, That seen, beosme a part of sight, And rose where'er I turned my ey& The IComing-star of memiwy. 1. 1116. Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are doa* in their dime. Where the rage of the vulture, the Ion o« the tortle. Now melt into sorrow, now madden to ciimef { BrtdsefAbydos. Canfl,^!, Whwe the virgins are soft as the roses ttiev twine, ' A nd oil, save the gint^maa. is divine. /*. } Qraeee. I Turkey, BYRON. 55 Who hath not prOTed how feebly words essay To fix one spark of Beauty's heavenly ray ? Bride of AbydoB. Canto 1, St. 6. His changing cheek, his sinking heart confess The might — the majesty of Loveliness lb. The light of love, the jjurity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face. lb. AfFection chained her to that heart ; Ambition tore the links apai't. Ih The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.* Canto 2, St 2. Be thou the rainbow to the storms of L'fe- ! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray. St. W. Mark where his carnage and his conquests cease ! He makes a solitude, and calls it — peace t lb Hark ! to the hurried question of Despair • ' ' Where is my child ? " — An echo answers— "Where "J St 27. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free, Par as the breeze can bear, the billows foam. Survey our empire, and behold our home ! The Corsair. Canto 1, st. 1. Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried. And danced in triumph o'er the waiters vjide, The exulting sense — the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ? Jb. She walks the waters like a thing of life. And seems to dare the elements to strife. St. 3. Oh ! are they safe ? we ask not of success. St. 5. Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart St. 8. The power of thought— the magic of the Mind. lb. Such hath it been— shall be— beneath the sun — The many still must labour for the one. lb. • Homer. t " SoUtudincm faclunt; pacem appellant."— TiciTos, "Agticola,"o. 30. (They make a solitude j they call it peace.) t " I came to the place of my birth and cried : ' Ihe friends of my youth, where are they? '—and an echo answered, ' Wliere are they ? ' "—From an Arabic M.S.— Note 1o Rogers' "Pleasures of Memory," Part 1 <1792). Robust, but not Herculean— to the sight. No giant frame sets forth his common height ; Yet, in the whole, who paused to look again Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men. St. 9. He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek. At once the observer's purpose to espy, And on himself roll back the sorutioy. lb. There was a laughing devil in his sneer. /}. And when his frown of hatred darkly fell, Hope withering fled — and Mercy sighed farewell. lb. The only pang my bosom dare not brave Must be to find forgetfulness in thine. St. 14. Thus ever fade my fairy dreams of bliss. lb. Farewell ! For in that word — that fatal word — howe'er We promise — hope — believe — there breathes despair. St, 15, His was the lofty port, the distant mien. That seems to shun the sight — and awes if seen. St. IG. The weak alone repent. Canto 2, st. 10. Oh ! too convincing — dangerously dear — In woman's eye the unanswerable tear ! St. 15, What lost a world, and bade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye. lb. She for him had given Her all on earth, and more than all in Heaven Canto S, st. 17. His heart was formed for softness — warped to wrong ; Betrayed too early, and beguiled too long. St. $S. He left a Corsair's name to other times. Linked with one virtue and a thousand crimes. St. ^4. Left by his sire, too young such loss to know, Lcrd of himself ; — that heritage of woe. Lara, Canto 1, st. S, Whate'er he be, 'twas not what he had been. St. 5. And that sarcastic levity of tongue. The stinging of a heart the world hath stung. lb. And oft, in sudden mood, for many a day, From all commimion he would start away. St. 9. And flowers the fairest that may feast the bee. St. 10, In him, inexplicably mixed, appeared Much to be loved, much hated, sought, and feared. St. 17., He stood a stranger in this breathing world. St. IS, 56 BYRON. His madness was not of the head, but heoxt. Lara. Canto 1, tl. IS. None knew, nor how, nor why, but he entwined Himself perforce around the hearer's mind. St. 19. This is no time nor fitting place to mar The mirthful meeting with a wordy war. St.tS. The courteous host, and all-atmroTingEneet Sl.tS. Now rose the uiileavened hatred of his heart. Canto t, ft. 4- And dye conjecture with a darker hue. St. 6. E'en if he failed, he still delayed his fall. St. 9. The hand that kindles cannot quench the flame. St. 11. That panting tliirst which scorches in the breath Of those that die the soldier's fiery death. i St. IG. The cannon's breath Wings the far hissing globe of death. The Bt«ga of Oorlnth. SI. S. He ruled them— man may rule the worst, By ever dai-ing to be fli-st. St. IS. In Tain from side to side he throws His form, in courtship of repose. SI. IS. But his heart was swollen, and turned aside. By deep, interminable pride. St. SI. Fiercely stand, or fighting fall, St. tS. It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word. Partitna. St. 1. He could not slay a thing so fair. St. 7. My life must linger on alone. St. IS. Thougav'st, and may'st resume my breath A gift for which I thank thee not. Si. 13. Yet in my lineamenta they trace Some features of my father's face. Jl. It was a tiling to see, not hear. St. li. He is near his mortal goal. St. IS. Ho died as erring man sliould die. Without display, without paimdo ; Meekly had Ji6 bowed and prayed. As not disdaining priestly lud, Nor desperatB of all hope on high. SI. Tf ^wrought *'"'* *'^' '"'""^ '"'°'' ^•""■« The intorseoted lines of thought. Si. SO. My hair is grey, but not with years. Nor grew it white ,In ft single night, As men's have mownlrom suddau feaw. Th« Prisoner or Qhtllon. SI, i Oh, God ! it is a f eaiful thing ■ ^ if* To see the human soul take wing . -■*%#:>' With all the wldle a ^beA. whose Haoi^^ Was as a mockery of the tomb, , ^ >^^ Whose tints as gently Slink away i'Vi As a departing rainbow's mv — , 4^| An eye of mort transparent light, 3^ That almost made the dnngedn might, And not a word of mnimnr— not A groan o'er bis untimely lot, 7). Regained my freedom witii a s^^ St. If. She was not old, nor yomig, ma at the yean Which certain people caD a " tatritnage," Which yet the most nnoertwn age umeom. Laura was blooming still, had made the best Of time, and time returned the oom- pliinent. St 21; A pretty woman is a welcome gnert. li. For most men (till by losing rendered Signr) Will back their own ojHnioiis with a wagar. St. «■, Soprano, basso, even the eontta-alto Wished him five ^hom under flis Kdblk ■'■ In short, he was a perfect cavalieRt^ And to his very valet seemed a herak fif.J9 His heart Was one of those whii^ most enamour us. Wax to receive, and marble to telaui. ' Besides, they always smell of br«ad and butter. St. 39. ^ 'SJ?.*^* liuig«»Re, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female moutii, And sounds a.« U it should he writ on satin, n ■"> wUables which breaHie of the sweet South. , St 44. Heart on her lips and soul witkm her eyes, soft OS her clime and sunny as her eyes, SL AS Iliko a parlismeiilaiy debate, Parhculoily whan it's not too late. St p TiiS?.wT^^"' '^^'^ "*» "0* *«> "inyi i hat IS, I hke two mouths of every year "^^5 "^"^ "*""'• ewrociaa»B ^"tt* p.^.. '^si.n One hatra an author that's aff mthw. ibU ■'• He who bows not to him has bowed to me ! Cabi. Act 1, 1. My counsel is a kind one ; for 'tis even Given chiefly at my own expense : 'tis true, 'Twill not be followed, so there's little lost. Aet I, t. But for your petty, picking, downright thievery, We scorn it as we do board-wages. IVerner. Act t, 1. Then wherefore should we si^h and whine. With groundless jealousy repme, With silly whims and fancies frantic Merely to make our love romantic f Hours of Idleness. 7b a lady. Though women ore angels, yet wedlock's the devil. Tb EUsa. Limp'ng Decorum lingeia far behind. Anstver to sotne Mkgant Verm, I will not descend to a world I despise. To Rev. J. T. Seeher. Their glory illumines the gloom of the • grave. i>, I have tasted the sweets and the bitters of love. R. Friendship is love without his wings.* VAmitii, I'll publish, right or wrong . Fools are my theme, let satire be my song. English Bardi and Scotch Kavlawers. T.6^ 'Tis pleasant sure to see one's name iu print; A nook's a book, although there's noUiins iu't. KBI A man must serve his time to every trade Save censure— critics all are ready made. With just enough of learning to misquote. tee. Aasoon Seek roses in December— ice in June ; Hope oonstonoy in wind, or com iu chaff ; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any othet thing that's ftJae, before You trust in critics, who themselves are sore. 17B. * TranilitUon of Freuoli provorb. Let such forego flie poet's sacred naln^ ' Who rack their biwuB for lucre, "J*^ fame. *" ■*'' • Perverts the Propheta, and pnrloiDB the pgglnu, I. StS. Oh, AmoB Cottle ! Fhcehna ! what a name, To fill the speaking tramp of fatoie fame ! I, 399. The petrifactioiia of a plodding bnln. 1.41S. And beer nndrawii, and beuds nnmown, di^lay Tonr holy reverence for the Ba h ba t li-Jm'^ Oh ! what a noble heart was here nndoiu^ When Scienoe' self destroyed her favonnta ■on ! I. ^^• 'Twas thine own eemns gave the final Uow, And helped to ^at the iroond that laid thee low: So the struck eagle, stretched imoa the puin, No more tiuron^ loUingeloiiiIs to ai Tiered his own featiier on the tatti datt^ And win^ the shaft that qnivend ia ua ~ heart; Keen were his pangs, hot keener far to fcd, He iiaised the pinion which impelled fh* sted; While the same plumage which had wanned hisnert Diank the last life-drop ot his Ueeding braaatt l-tl That mighty master ot unmeaning ihyme-t lt79. I too con hunt a poetaster down. I. lOfi. Poets and painters, as all artists know. May shoot a little witii a lengtiiened Knr. Hints tron Hoims. L Uf Or lend fresh interest to a twice-told tab. i.m- Plays make mankind no better, oad no worse. I. S7R A land ot meanness, sophiefanr, and loat. { Mttse of the many tvnnUing feet, whoaa clianns Aie now extended ap from lega to ams. Ita* «Wi The young hiUBM', The whiskered votary ot wilti and war. It. Ambition's less than Uttlenaas. Oda.to BaaafMto. &. t. The Assyrian come down like a woU on the foldr^ And his cohorts were gleaming in' vuMe and gold . Daatruotlen of asBaadMAk. \ £aohylus (Nvrmldonas) quiAss la tt old Ubj-sn saying, that in sogls atiwft; Mil an "".'Ti."^" *'" 'wlnwd portion of It onS i^ : " | am klflsd with fMitbeti liroB my owD win,* } Xnuimna Darwin. . ■ j I Scotland, BYRON. B9 Fare thee well ! and if for ever, Still for ever, fare thee well. Fare thee well. Bom in the garret, in the kitchen hred, Promoted thence to deck her mistress' head ! A Sketch. My sister ! my sweet sister ! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine. Epistle to Augusta. It is not in the storm, nor in the strife We feel benumbed, and wish to be no more. But in the after-silence on the shore, When all is lost, except a little Ufe. On hearing Lady Byron was ill. When all of Genius which can perish dies. Monody— Death of Sheridan. And Folly loves the martyrdom of Fame. Sighing that Nature formed but one such man, And broke the die— in moulding Sheridan.* lb. And both were young and one was beauti- ful. The Dream. St. 2, She was his life. The ocean to the river of his thoughts. Which terminated all. St. S. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream. St. 5. His face, The tablet of unutterable thoughts. • St. 6. Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate : His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull. Vision of Judgment. St. 1. Except that household virtue, most un- common, Of constancy to a bad, ugly woman. St. 12, I loved my country and I hated liim. St. 8S. The " good old times " — all times when old are good. The Age of Bronze. St. 1. Whose game was empires, and whose stakes were thrones ? Whose table earth — whose dice were human bones ? St. 3. For what were all these country patriots bom? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of com ? St. 14. * L'on pent dire sans liyperbole, que ia nature, -apies I'ayoir fait en cassa la moule. — ** La Vie de ficgrainonche," 12mo, 1690, p. 107. Non t un si bello in tante altre persotie, Natura il fece, e poi roppa la stampa. —ARi08TO,"Orlaiidoi'urioso," Canto 10, St.84, The mould is lost wherein was made This a per se of all. — Alexander Montgomery. The gland agrarian alchemy, light rent. lb. Year after year they voted cent, per cent., Blood, sweat, and tear-wrung millions — why f for rent ! lb. No ; down with everything and up with rent ! ■ Their good, ill, health, wealth, joy, or dis- content, Being, end, aim, religion — ^rent, rent, rent. lb. I only know we loved in vain — I only feel — Farewell ! — Farewell ! Farewell, it ever Fondest Prayer. The fault was Nature's fault, not thine. Which made thee fickle as thou art. To a Youthful Friend. When we two parted In silence and tears. Half broken-hearted To sever for years. When we two parted. But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend ! Inscription on a Newfoundland Dog. And wilt thou weep when I am low ? And wilt thou weep? Nor be, what man should ever be. The friend of Beauty in distress ? To Florence. Maid of Athens, ere we part. Give, oh, give me back my heart ! Or, since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest ! Hald of Athens. By love's altemat* joy and woe. lb. And know, whatever thou hast been, 'Tis something better not to be. Euthanasia. The silence of that dreamless sleep I envy now too much to weep. And thou art dead. There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away. Stanzas for Music. And Freedom hallows with her tread The silent cities of the dead. On the Star of " The Legion of Honour." I had a dream which was not all a dream. Darkness. The comet of a season. Churchill's Grave, The Glory and the Nothing of a Name. lb. All that the proud can feel of pain. Prometheus. The ruling principle of Hate, Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may armihilate. Tb. Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, 'To render with thy precepts less • The sum of human wretchedness. lb. 60 BYRON. Hy boat is on the ahore And my bark is on the sea. To Thos. Moore. Here's a, sigh for those who love me, And a smile to those who hate ; And whateveU' sky's above me, Here's a heart for every fate. Ji. So, we'll go no more a roving So late mto the night. So, we'll go no more. For the sword outwears its sheath. And the. soul wears out the breast. li. The world is a bundle of hay. Mankind are the asses who pull ; Each tugs it a different way. And the greatest'of all is John Bull. Epigram, I am ashes where once I was fire. To Lady Blenington. Mydays are in the yellow leaf ; The flowei's and nuits of love are gone ; The womf, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone J On this day I complete my Thirty-Slith Birthday, (fan. H, lSg4.) I wish he would explain his explanation. Don Juan. Canto 1, OeHieation t. Complaint of present days Is not the certain path to future praise. lb. 8. My way is to begin with the beginning. Canto 1, St. 7. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine " incomparable oil," Macaaaar ! ,^ St. 17. Tis pity learned virgins ever wed With persons of uo sort of education. St. 9t, But— Oh ! ye lords of ladies intellectual. Inform us truly, have they not henpecked you all f /J. Dead scandaJg form good auhjects for dia- seoUon. St. SI. The languages, eapeoiolly tlio dead. The sciences, and most of all the abatruae. The arts, at least all such oa could be said To be the most remote from common use, In all these she was much oud deeply read SI. jIo. Possessed an oir and gmce by no iiieims common : Her stature tall— I hate a dumpy woman. St. 61. Stolen glancoB, sweeter for the theft, St. 74. Ohrjstiana have burnt eaoli other, ouita pBTBUodad ' ^ That all the Apoatlea would have done as they did. ^ gg^ ■When people say, "I've told you //tjf tunes," They mean to scold, and very often do; When poets say, "I'v* written Jlpf rhynilBS," Thev make yon dread that Oiey'U lecitA them too. 81.108. A little while she strove, and much re- pented. And whispering "I will ne'er consent'* — consented. St. 117. 'Tis sweet to hear the honest vatohrdog'a bark Bay, deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near nome ; 'Tis Bweet to know there is an ^awfflmaik Oor coming, and look brighter when we come. % -ZC Sweet is revenge — especully to women. St. 114. The schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we an foisot. St.M. Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes aiii'a a ]deBsiiie. St. US. Han's love is of man's life a thing a|Hity 'Tis woman's whole existence. St. JSf. So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole. As vibrates my fond heart to my fixed soul ! St. 196. Their &vonr in an author's em's a featlier. 51.199. In my hot yonth— when Oeoige fin Third was king. SktO. So for a good old-gentlemanly yiea, * IthinklransttakenpwitiiaTaifoe. St. IK. What is the end of Fkme? tis 1)01 to flU A certain portion ld see the very Greot happmeas of the "Nil Admii«ri.» St. 100. The women pardoned all except hev face. St. lis. Why don't they knead two virtuous sonla for life Into that moral centaur, man and win? 8t.]S8. There is a tide in the affairs of women Which, taken at the flood, leads— God knows where. Canto 6, »t. 8. Heroic, stoic Cato, the'aententioaa. Who lent his lady to his friend Hortensiiu. St. 7. My wish is quite as wide, but not £o bad, ■ * a ■ ■ That_,womankind had but one rm monih. To kiss tjiem all at ODOS from North to ScraA. Her talents were of the more silent daas. St. 49. A lady of a " certain age," which means Certainly agSd. St. 69. A " strange ooincidenoe," to use a phiaaB By which sudi tliingB ore settled iiow.«- days.* St. 88. ' We live and die. But which is beet, you know no more ttta^I. Qmt»7,»^% Newton, that proverb of Uie mind. St. 5. Renown's all hit or miss ; There's fortune even in fame, we mnataUow. St. as. He made no answer ; but he took tbe city.t St.6S. The drying up a angle feer bas man Of honest fame, than shedding eeaa of goM. Cknil»8,AS. A thing of impulse and a child of aaag. st.a4. Rushed where the thickest fire annoiraoel moat foes. 51. sg, I think I hear a litUe biid, that singe The people by-and-by will be the stnmser. Without, or with, offeooe to trieodB or fbee, I sketch your wond exactly as it goei. ^89. War's a hiain-spatt«rine, wiudpipe-sUttinB ■**» , TJuless her oaose by right be sanetiBed. Cmita9,*t.4. You've supped full of flattery ; They say you Uke it too— 'tis no srast wonder. g.^ Never had mortal man such oppoitDnitr, BxoeptNapdeon, or abused it moi«. St. 9. The consequence is, beSne of no Mitv. lehaUcgendanpniw. j».lg. „r*<%!?if»'lS? "*""»» to the exprMdon of one TL,3r'S,**™'L"**.»?^''»»*« 'n ">• House «r olsUon with Bergeml as "odd inshineas of t Buwarot, BYRON. 63 'What a strange thiug is man ! and what a stranger Is woman! What a whirlwind is her head. Don Juan. Canto 9, st. 64. Though modest, on his unembarrassed brow Nature had written "gentleman." He said Little, hut to the purpose ; and his manner riUnghOTering graces o'er him like a banner. - St. 83. My bosom underwent a glorious glow, And my internal spirit cut a caper. Canto 10, St. 3. Which* . . . must make us selfish, And shut our souls up in us like a shell-fish. a. 23. Sovereigns may sway materials, but not matter, , And wrinkles, the d d democrats, won't flatter. St. S4. But, as Isaid, I won't pliilosophise, and ttt'Kbe read. St. 28. Oh. for a. forty -parson power to chant Thy praise. Hypocrisy ! f St. 34. Eight and forty manors . . . . . . Were their reward for following Billy's banners. St. $6. This is the way physicians mend or end us. Secundum artem : but although we sneer In health, when ill, we call them to attend US, Without the least propensity to jeer. St. 4Z. But she was lucky, and luck's all. Your queens Are generally prosperous in reigning. St. 47. That water-land of Dutchmen and of ditches. St. 63. And when I think upon a pot of beer St. 77. Alas ! how deeply painful is all payment ! St 79. Kill a man's family, and he may brook it. But keep your hands out of his breeches pocket ! lb. When Bishop BerkeleyJ Eaid " there was no matter," And proved it — 'twas no matter what he said. Canto 11, st. 1. * Dissipation. t Rev. Sydney Smitli used the phrase, "a twelve-parson power of conversation." t Bishop of Cloj-ne, wlio wrote: "All the choir of lieaven and furniture of eartli — in a word, all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world — have not any subsistence with- outa mind." — " Pjinciples of Human Knowledge." In a note by Dr. Hawkesworth to Swift's letters, But Tom's no more — and so no more of Tom. St. SO. And, after all, what is a lie ? 'Tis but The truth in masquerade. St. 37. 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle. Should let itself be snuffed out by an article. St. 60. Where are those martyred saints, the Five per Cents.? And where — oh, where the devil are the Rents? St. 77. Nought's permanent among the human race, Except the Whigs not getlmg ruto place. St. 52. I may stand alone, But would not change my free thoughts for a throne. St. 90. Of aU the barbarous middle ages, that Which is most barbarous, is the middle age Of man , it is — I really scarce know what ; But when we hover between fool and sage. Canto 12, st. 1. Yes ! ready money is Aladdin's lamp. St. 12. Well, if I don't succeed, I have succeeded. And that's enough. St. 17. And hold up to the sun my little taper. 5 ^ ^ ^ St. 21. Thou art in London — in that pleasant place, Where every kind of mischief's daily brew- ing. St. 23. But now I'm going tb be immoral ; now I mean to show things really as they aie. Not as they ought to be. St, 40. \ As that abominable tittle-tattle, Which is the cud eschewed by human cattle, St. 43. For 'tis a low, newspaper", humdrum, law- suit Country. St. 65. And if, in fact, she takes to a "grande It is a very serious thing indeed, St. 77. With fascination in his very bow. St. 84. A finished gentleman from top to toe. Ih. And beauteous even where beauties most abound. Canto 13, st. 2. Of all tales 'tis the saddest — and more sad. Because it makes us smile. j| St. 9. CeiTantes smiled Spain's chivalry away. St. 11. publislied 1769, be says : " Berlteley, in tlie eai-ly part of bis life, wrote a dissertation against the existence of material beings and external objects, with such subtlety tliafc Wbistoa acknowledged himself unable to confute it." ' \ Thus commcntiitors each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing caudles to the sun. See also Ci-abbe : — Yotjno. *' Oh rather give me commentators plain." II Don Quixote. Crl BYRON— OAMBELDGB. Cool, and quite English, imperturbable. Don Juan. Canto IS, »t. tf. I hate to hunt down a tired metaphor. SI. 36. The English 'winteI^— ending in July, To recommence in August, St. 4S. And Lord Angustus Fitz Flantagenet, Good at all tbmgs, but better at a het. St. oi. Sopiety is now one polished horde. Formed of two mighty tribes, the Bona and Sored. St. 95. The earth has nothing like a she epistle. St. 103. And angling too, that solitary vice, WJiatevcr Baak Walton sings or says : The quaiut, old, cruel coxcomb, in his guUet Should have a hook, and a small trout to puU it. St. 106. Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep. And yet a third of life is jKissed in sleep. Canto 14, tt. S. In play, there are two pleasures for your choosing — The one is winning, and the other losing. &.lt. Men for their sins Have shaving too entailed upon their chins, &.ts. I for one venerate a petticoat. St. i6. So that his horse, or charger, hunter, .back, Knew that he hajl a rider on his book. Sl.3g. Of all the horrid, hideous sounds of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast. Is that portentous phrase, " I told you so." St. BO. That Adam, called " the happiest of men." .St. 55, Good but rarely come from good advice. «. 66. 'Tis strange, but true ; for truth is always strange ; , Stranger than fioUon. 5t. 101. There's music in the sighing of a raed ; There's music in the gusmng of a riU ; There's music in all things, if men had oars ' Their earth is but on echo of the spheres. Cauto IS, tt. S. The devil hath not in all his quiver's clioios An arrow for the heart like a sweet voioo. St. IS. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what wo may be ! The eternal surge 01 time and .tide roUs ou and bears afar Our bubliea, 5(. gg As Juan mused on mutability, ' Or on his mistress — terms synonymula,, St. to. Her eracionSi graceful, giaceleaB Giaoei g "*» ^« aiiaol6,tt.40. Tithes, which sure are Discord's torches. St, GO, As nothing can confound A wise man more than laughter from a dunce. St. 88. The love of higher things and better da;^ ; The nnbonnded h^e, and heavenly ienonince Of wh^ is caUed the wmld, and the world's vays, fit 3B8. As he (Lord Byron) himadf lirwfly de- scribed it in his memoranda: "I awokB. one maming and fonnd myself fomoos."— r Moore'* " Ufk of Byron " (refeorrini; to "flie instantaneous success of "Childe] published 1812). CHAS. S. CALVEKLEY (18S1-188«. When the gloaming is, I never made the ghost of an endeavocr To discover— but whatever were the hour it would be sweet ny Leana. /n tJu Obamtaf. BUudffir Than a tiebly-bandaged mole. Zinet en ioarii^ tJkt Orga». I asked him where he lived— a atam Was all I «>t in answer. As ou he tmaged : I righUr judged The stare sud, " Where I can, sir." Her sheep, followed her, as their tails did them. {Butter aud ygi 9»i a pomtl «/Mm>) And this song ia considered a jmrfeet gem. And ns to the meoningi it's what jroa please. Ba&A. Life is with such all beer and skitUes ; f They an not difficult to please '4^ About their victuals. Meaning, however, is no great matter. Zotw, tnd ■ M^beHmt. RICHARD CAMBRIDGE(inT-ia0S). Friendship can smooth the front of rada despair. Berlblerlad. J, 196. What is tho worth of anythios But lor the happiness 'twill tSngf* iMnli^. Its. Like for like is no gain. A. And Fainting, mate and motionless. Steals but a glance of time. Btaaxai to I. P. KemUo aUT)> And what the actor could effect, The scholar oould presage. It, AloSj the moral biings a tear ! 'Tis nil n transient honr below ; And we that would detain thee here, Ourselves as fleetly go I It. Half onr daylight faith's a fable ; Sleep disports with shadows too. Jl Dnnb. Moni compassionate than wonlan. Lordly more than man. li. Hast thoa felt, poor self -doceivsr, Life's oai«or so void of paiu As to wish its fitful fever New begim o^aiu f 2b, TlioTo is a victory iu dying woU For Freedom— and yehave not diedin voui, Btansai to the ■•mory ot UN Bpantih Patriots. The patriot's blood's tho seed of Ft««dom'» ti'ee. /», CAMPBELL, 67 Her soil has felt the foot-priiits, and her cUme Been winnowed by the wings of Liberty.* Stanzas to the Ilemory of the Spanish Patriots. Glory to them that die in this great cause ! lb. Ipng trains of ill may pass unheeded, duinb, But vengeance is behind, and justice is to come. lb. To feel the step-dame buffetings of fate. On the Grave of a Suicide. 'Twas the hour when rites unholy Called each Paynim Toioe to prayer. The Turldsh Lady. And dim was that eye, once expressively beaming. That melted in love, and that kindled in war. Tlie Wounded Hussar. On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. Holienlinden. 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. lb. The all-in-all of life— Content. To a Lady on Receiving a Seal. A fresh and fair old man. The Ritter Bann. One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain. lb. Oh, how hard it is to find The one just suited to our mind. Song. "Oh, how Sard!" There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin. Exile of Erin. He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.f lb. And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky, The Soldier's Dream. In life's morning march, when my bosom was young. Ih. But sorrow retm'ned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. lb. One rose of the wilderness left on its stalk To mark where a garden had been. Lines on Visiting Argyleshire. To bear is to conijuer our fate. lb, A dull-eyed diplomatic corps. Jemima, Rose and Eleanore, * Spain, t " Ireland for Ever." Bsauty's witching sway Is now to me a star that's fallen — a dream that's passed away. Farewell to Love. Life's joy for us a moment lingers. And death seems in that word— farewell. Song. " Withdraw not yet those lip:-.". The spot where love's first linka were wound. That ne'er are riven. Is hallowed down to earth's profound. And up to Heaven ! Hallowed Ground. For time makes all but true love old. lb. To live in hearts we leave behind Is not to die. lb. What can alone ennoble fight ? A noble cause ! lb. Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling. Where trancing the rapt spirit's feeling. And God Himself to man revealing, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing By mortal ears. Ih. Soothing the home-bound navy's peaceful way, And rocking e'en the fisher's little bark As gently as a mother .rocks her child. On the View from St. Leonards. Absence ! Is not the heart torn by it From more than, light, or life, or breath ? 'Tis Lethe's gloom, bat not its quiet, The pain without the peace of death. Absence. She, like the eagle, will renew her age. J On Poland. Well can ye mouth fair Freedom's classic line. And talk of Constitutions o'er your wine. lb. But all your vows to break the tvrant's yoke Expire in Bacchanalian song and smoke, a. Not murder masked and cloaked with hidden knife, lb. For body-killing tyrants cannot kill The public soul— the hereditary will, That downward as from sire to son it goes, By shifting bosoms more intensely grows. lb. Humanely glorious ! Men will weep for him When many a guilty martial fame is dim. Lines in a Blank Leaf of La Perouse's Voyages. Tet what is all that fires a hero's scorn Of death? — the hope to live in hearts unborn. lb With Freedom's lion-banner Britannia rules the waves. Ode to the Germans. t Poland, CAMPBELL -CAllEW. Drink ye to her that each loves best^ And if you nurse & flame That's told but to her mutual breast, We will not ask her name. Drink ye to Her. Our land, the fiist garden of Liberty's tree- It has been, and yet shall be, the liuid of the free. 8on|{ of the fireeka. Strike home, and the world shall revere ns As heroes descended from heroes. li. It was indeed her own true knight. AddtfUuu When daisies and buttercups gladdened my sight. Like treasures of silver and gold. Field Floven. Till toil grows cheaper than the trodden weed. And man competes with man, like foe with foe. Lines on revisiting a Scottish River. And in the scowl of Heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. Lord UlUn'i Dan^ter. I'll meet the raging of the skies. But not an angry father. lb. The waters wild went o'er his child And he was left lamenting. lb. And rustic life and poverty Grow beautiful beneath his touch. Ode to the Memory of Borna, With love that scorns the lapse of time, And ties that stretch beyond the deep. lb. Peace to the mighty dead ! Lines to Commemorate the Day of Victory in Efypt. The Scots are steadfast— not their clime. The Pll^im of OKmeoa. That like nn intellectual maenet stone Drew truth from judgments simpler than his own. /^^ "Whilst doubts assmled him o'er and o'er again, If men were made for kings, or kings for men. ^' jj, . , ,w, . Ghost, kelpie, wraith. And all the trumpery of vulgar faith, lb. The deed is just j And If I say it must be done— it musi Jb. „ ^ , Dead men tell No tales. ;rj. And long petitions spoil the cause thov plead. jI The lordly, lovely Bhine, The Child and the Kind. Better be courted and jilted Than never be oonited at all, Xht JUttd Nymph. And so she flirted, Uke a trdd Good woman, till we bade adiea. Unei on my new diild sweeiliean. Tes, my sool sentimentally craves British beer. Bplatla Bccm llflan. O Death! if there be quiet in thy arms. And I must ceaae— graitly, O, gently ooma To me ! and let my sonl Irarn no ahirina, ' - But strike me, ere a shriek can echo, dumb, Senseless, and breathleas. Uaaa wrltUii Id Sidoieas.- GEORGE CANNINO (ITTO-ISST). I called the New World into existence ta redress tlie balance of the Old. The KlnTa ■eaaM«> J>^^ ^, JSK. Black's not so black; nor white so vtrg white. Maw Manlity- Give me the avowed, the erect, tiie maaly foe; Bold I can meet — ^peih^a may tum hia Uow; But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wra& can send, Save, save, oh! save me from the Candid Friend! A In matters of commerce, the fiiult of the Dutch Is offering too UtUe and asking too i Despateh m eiphtr to the EitgHak Amtmmggf in SoUmd, /«i««ry 52, JMt . Story! God bless you! I have nooa to tell. Sir. Hm Frtand or HaaaBltr and Uw KnIM SitaiaK I give thea sixpence! I will see flisa damned first. M. No, here's to tbe pQet that weatherad Om storm. ThsPIM. [Rev.] JOSEPH CAPEN (19& Csat.). Tet at the resuneotion we shall see A ftiir edition, and of matohlsas mitii, Free ttom eriatas, new in heaven sattai^ LlBss apoB Mr. JahB rtataKt THOMAS CAREW (1689-1689). He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a oontl lip admiias, Or from star-liks eyes doth seek Fuel to main^^jn hia fitea. As Old Time makaa these daoay, So his flames must waste away. MadKla latBiaad. Lw.^*?"!^ qnotad: "Is asking too UMIa awl StSllSa'tormr'^-' '*' "~^ h«".»«.li th. i,.tj"''*K'*^.'» l-onowwl ftom Rev. & Wood- BenT FrankUu's "Bpttaph ou Hl»salf.") CAREY-CARLYLE. m I have learned thy arts, and now Can disdain as much as thou. Disdain returned. Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love, that run away. Song. " Conquest by Flight." The purest soul that e'er was sent Into a clayey tenement. Epitaphs. On the Lady Mary Villieis. And here the precious dust is laid, Whose purely tempered clay was made So fine that it the guest betrayed. Else the soul grew so fast within. It broke the outward shell of sin, And so was hatched a cherubin. On Maria Wcnticorth. Good to the poor, to kindred dear. To servants kind, to friendship clear, To nothing but herself severe." lb. ALICE CAREY (1820-1871). For the human heart is the mirror Of the things that are near and far ; Like the wave that reflects in its bosom The flower and the distant star. The Time to be. HENRY CAREY (c. 1693-1743). Of all the girls that are so smart , There's none like pretty Sally ;' She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There is no lady in the land Is half BO sweet as Sally. Bally. 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. lb. His cogitative faculties immersed lu cogibuudity of cogitation. Chrononhotonthologos. Act 1, 1. Let the singing singers, With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation, out-vociferise Ev'n sound itself. ' lb. Go call a coach, and let a coach be called ; And let the man that calls it be the caller ; And in his calling let him nothing call, But coach ! coach ! coach ! Oh, for a coach. ■ ye Gods ! Act S, 4. Ha ! Dead ! Impossible ! It cannot be ! I'd not believe it though himself should swear it. Jb. Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage ; Noble by heritage, (jrensrous and free. 1%$ CQn(riva contradict reason. 1$, {Jacobi the eUa\ as quoted bf Cai^k^ The poorest day that pas^ over ns is tha conflux of two etranitiee ; it is made up ox cun«n«. Kuly OemwD UtUNrtniVk • " The Blind Pe^^^»p8,"-BBo^»^al«^, "Biaho BlouBram's Apology," ^ "™«<» t This Is a psn^ns* of Ulltun. CARLYLE. 71 The healthy know not of their health, but only the sick : this is the Physician's Aphorism. Characteristics. But on the whole, " genius is ever a secret to itself." Ih. SeK-oontemplation is infallibly the symp- tom of disease, be it or he it not the cure. II). The barrenest of all mortals is the sentimentalist. lb. Time for him had merged itself into eternity ; he was, as we say, no more. lb. There is a greatest Fool, as a superlative in every land ; and the most Foolish man in the Eiirth is now indubitably Hying And breathing, and did this morning' oc lately eat breakfast. Article on Biography. There is a Stupidest of London men, actually resident, with bed and board of some kind, in London. lb. Fiction, while the feigner of it knows that he is feigning, partakes more than we suspect, of the nature of lying. lb. A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. lb. Speak not at all, in any wise, till you have somewhat to speak. lb. History after all is the true poetry, BosweU's Life of Johnson. That unspeakable shoeblack-seraph Army of Authors. lb. In a world which exists by the balance of Antagonisms, the respective merit of the Conservator or the Innovator must ever remain deba;table. lb. All reform except a moralone will prove un- availing. Article on Corn Law Rhymes (1832). For ours is a most iictile world, and man is the most fingent plastic of creatures. The French Revolution. Fart 1, Booh t, chap. 2. Is not SentimentaKsm twin-sister to Cant, if not one and the same with-it ? Chap. 7. Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities ? Book 6, chap. 1. History, a distillation of Rumour. Book 7, chap. 5. Great is journalism. Is not every able editor a raler of the world, being a persuader of it ? Fart 2, Book 1, chap. 4. Till cant cease, nothing else can begin. Book S, chap, 7. The sea-green Incorruptible [Eobespierre]. Fart 3, Book 3, chap. 1. My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls. Uy own Four Walls. The best worship, however, is stout working. Letter to his Wife (1831). The crash of the whole solar and stellar systems could only kill you once. Letter to John Carlyle (1831), A Bums is infinitely better educated than a Byron. Note Book. Noe. 2, 1831. Giving a name, indeed, is a poetic art ; all poetry, if we go to that with it, is but a giving of names. Journal. May IS, 183$. Precious is man to man. July i6, 1834. Thus, it has been said, does society naturally divide itself into four classes : — ■ noblemen, gentlemen, gigmen a,nd men. Essay on Samuel Johnson. Shakespeare says, we are creatures that look before and after, the more surprising that we do not look round a little and see what is passing under our very eyes. ■ Sartor Besartns. Book 1, chap, 1. Examine Language ; what, if you except some few primitive elements (of natural soimd), what is it all but Metaphors, recognised as such, or no longer recognised ? Chap. 11. What you see, yet cannot see over, is as good as infinite. Book 2, chap. 1. The world is an old woman, and mistakes any gilt farthing for a gold coin ; whereby, being often cheated, she will thenceforth trust nothing but the common copper. Chap, 4, Sarcasm I now see to be, in general, the language of the devil. Ih, Do the duty that lies nearest thee, which thou knowest to be a duty ! The second duty will already become clearer. Chap, 9, Speech is of time, silence is of eternity. Book 3, chap. 3, That monstrous tubprosity of civilised life, the capital of England. Chap. 6. Brothers, I am sorry I ' have got no Morrison's Pill for curing the maladies of Society. Past and Present. Book 1, chap, 4. Midas-eared Mammonism , double-barrelled Dilettantism, and their thousand adjuncts and corollaries, are not the Law by which God Almighty has appouited this His universe to go. Chiip. 0. Thou and I, my friend, can, in the most flunky world, make, each of us, one non- flunky, one hero, if we like ; that will bo two heroes to begin with. 11/. In general, the more completely cased with formulas a man may be, the safer, happier is it for him. Book 2, chap. 17. All work, even cotton-spinning, is noble. Book 3, chap. 4- The English are a dumb people. Chcip. '5. 72 OARLYLB-CARY. Of all the nations in the world, at prosent the English are the Btupideat in speech, the wisest in action. Past and Present. Chap. 5. Every nohle crown is, and on earth will forever he, a ciown of thorns. fogk 3, chap. 8. Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other hlessedness. Chap. 11. rhe " wages " of every noble work do yet lie in Heaven or else nowhere. Chap. It. The notion that a man's liherfy oonsisia in giving his vote at election-hnsnngs, and saymg, "Behold, now, I too. have my twen^-tbousandtb part of a Talker in onr If atlonal Palaver. ' ' Chap, 13. Man everywhere is the bom enemy of lies. Heroes and Hero Worship. I^ct. 1. Quackery gives birth to nothing; gives death to all things, lb. Worship is transcendent wonder. lb. the Hero can be a Poet, Prophet, King, Priest or what you will, acooiding to the kind of world he finds himself bom into. Leet.S. Poetry, therefore, we will call Murienl Thought. lb. Three million paupers .... these ore J>ut items in the sad ledger of despair. Latter Day PampUata (18S0). No. 1. Tht Ieut Time. Little other than a nd-ti^t talking- machine and unhappy bag of parliomentwy eloquence. JS Bespeotable Professors of the Dismal Science. 7}, Indiscriminate mashing up of right and wrong mto a patent ti'eade. No. g. MoM fr^M. A healthy hatred of scoundrels. Jb. The world's busybody. No. 3. Downing Strtot. That domestic Irish Giant, named of Despair. ^^ Idlers, game piwervers and mere human ololhes-horses. j2 The trade of owning land. No. 4. Tho Now Doxenlng Shttt. Beautiful talk is by no means the most ■ pressing wont in PoiUoment ! No. S. Slump Ofaler. Nature admits uo lie. /j. Is not the Tiiim newspaper an op«ii I'orum, open as novei- Forum was before where oU mortals vent thefr opinion, state their grievance. No. 6. lP»rlulmmU. A Parliament sneaking through leporters mo7uT"l «*''^lili9 twenty-seven nMous, The talent of lyii^in a way that caonot be laid hold ot No. 7. Budton't Statue. The fine arts once divorcing fliemaeltfeB from truth, axe quite certain to &11 nrad, if they do not die. No. S. JenuHtttf. TmtJi, fact, is ilie life of all things; falsity, "fietton" or whatever it may call itself, is certain to be the death. lb. AH history .... is an, inaiticiilate Bihle.* i». WiQiout obUvion fheie is no rememlnnfie poacible. eremwell'i Iiatters sad Speesiiaa. IntredHelum. 13a that works and doei some Foesn, not he that merely soy* one, is worthy of the name of Poet. lb. Blessed are the valiant that have lived in the Lord. Vol. S, part W. Genius, which means the capacity of taking tionbk^ first of alLf ItadarlfaktiiaeMBt. Boale4,elu:f^a. Money, which is of very uncertain Tilne^ and Bometimes has no value atrilaadeTCn less. ik If they oonld forget for a momoit the oorr^gidsity of Correggio % >i>d the laamed babble of the sale-room and vanushing Auationeer. n, Tba true Sovereign is the Wise SBsa. . On the Death •( LEWIS CAKKOLL (Set Kct. G. Ii. DODGSON). [RcT.J HENRY rXANCIS GARY (ma-isM). All hope ahandop , ye who entsr ham. Bute. (2Viauiiti«N,iSI>.J keU, . 0mm S, I if. Hero must thou all distrust behind thee le»»«- LI4. This miaeiahle &(o Suffer the wretched souls of fhoas who lived Without or^jpraise or blame. I flO. .__„ In iyputol * "All history Is a BIU*-« thlrnr words by mo more Uian onoa.^ Frouds's '• Barly LlAi of Ciriylo " C|.«,) a "loose sheet oti^leoted MB.' .. t ^J' 5™"i!? Quetstiona,'" Bumm (ITW-I»«, "Wu'stapiSt^lS?-"^ ^ "P«.v«^«.- GARY. 73 They spake Seldom, tut di their words were tuneful sweet. Dante. Sell, Canto 4, !■ 110. Him all admire, all pay him reyerence due (Aristotle). I. ISO. No greater grief than to remember days Of joy, when misery is at hand.* Canto 5, 1. 118. In its leaves that day We read no more. 1. 134. Leaving behind them horrible dispraise. Canto 8, I. SO. Fraud, that in every conscience leaves a sting. Canto tl, I. 55. "If thou," he answered, "follow but thy star. Thou canst not miss at last a glorious haven." Canto 15, 1. 65. He listens to good purpose who takes note. 1.100. Ever to that truth, Which but the semblance of a falsehood wears, A man, if possible, should bar his lip. Canto 16, 1. 147. Here pity most doth show herself alive When she is dead. Canto SO, I. S6. Tor not on downy plumes, nor under shade Of canopy reposing, fame is won. Canto ^, I. 46. To fair request Silent performance maketh best return, 1.74- Ye were not formed to live the life of brutes, But virtue to pursue, and knowledge high. Canto 26, 1. 116. No power can the impenitent absolve. Canto 27, 1. 114. To hear Such wrangling is a joy for vulgar minds. Canto SO, 1. 145. Ill manners were best courtesy to him. Canto S3, 1. 148. Seek not the wherefore, race of human kind. Furgatory. Canto 3, I. SS. For who knows most, him loss of time most grieves. I. 77. Be as a tower, that, firmly set. Shakes not its top for any blast that blows. He in wfiose bosom thought on thought shoots out, Still of his aim is wide. Canto 5, 1. I4. Rarely into the branches of the tree Doth human worth motmt up. Canto 7, 1. 122. * See Chaucer : " For of Fortnnis sharp ad- versite," A;c The original idea is alleged to bo from Boethius, " De Consolatione Philosophiae" : " In all adversity the most unhappy sort is to have heen happy and to be 69 no longer," The vesper bell from far That seems to mourn for the expiring day.t Canto 8, I. 6.' Enter, but this warning hear : He forth again departs who looks behind. Canto 9, 1. 124. Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth. Strikes darkness from true light. Canto 15, I. 62. The chiirch of Eome, Mixing two governments that Ul assort. Hath missed her footing, fallen into the mire, And there herself and burden much defiled. Canto 16, 1. 129. All indistinctly apprehend a bliss. On which the soul may rest ; the hearts of all Yearn after it. Canto 17, I. B4. Perchance my too much questioning offends. Canto 18, I. 6. Amaze (Not long the inmate of a noble heart). Canto 26, I. 65. Things that do almost mock the grasp of thought. Canto 29, I. 4I. The more of kindly strength is in the soil, So much doth evil seed and lack of culture Mar it the more, and make it run to wild- ness. Canto SO, I. 119. Of divers voices is sweet music made : So in our life the different degrees Bender sweet harmony among these wheels. Paradise. Canto 6, I. 127. Much I muse. How bitter can spring up, when sweet is sown. Canto 8, I, 99. Affection bends the judgment to her ply. Canto 13, 1. 116. Mind cannot follow it, nor words express Her infinite sweetness. Canto I4, I. 76. O mortal men ! be wary how ye judge ! Canto 20, 1. 125. The sword of heaven is not iu haste to smite. Nor yet doth linger. Canto 22, 1. 16. One universal smile it seemed of aU things ; Joy past compare. Canto 27, I. 6. Each the known track of sage philosophy Deserts, and has a byway of his own : So much the restless eagerness to shine. And love of singularity, prevail. Canto 29, I. 89. Farewell, dear friend, that smile, that harmless mirth, No more shall gladden our domestic hearth. Epitaph on Charles Lamb. t See Gray's " Elegy ' knell of parting day." " The curfew tolls tlia 74 CASWALL-GHAUCER. [Rev.] E. CASWALL (1814-1878). ' Days and momenia qnicMy flying Blend the living with the dead ; Soon shall you and I be lying Each within our narrow bed. Hymlk. JAMES CAWTHORN (1719-1761). Education makes the man. Birth and Education o( fienlus. ROBERT A. T. CECIL, third Marquis of Salisbury {See SALISBURY.) SUSANNAH CENTLIYRE, nee Freeman (1667-1723). The real Simon Pure. A Bold Stroke tor a Wife. Ael S, 1. [Dr.] THOS. CHALMERS (1780-1817). The public! why, tbe public's nothing better than a great baby.* Letter. JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN (b. 1836). Loudon is the clearing-house of the world. Speech. Guildhall, Zondon, Jan. I9lk, 1304. Learn to think imp^'ially.t It. The day of small nations has passed away ; the day of Empires has come. fiirmingham,May ISth, IHO4. C. HADDON CHAMBERS (b. 1860). The long arm of coincidence. Captain Swift. GEORGE CHAPMAN (1667- 634). Men's judgments sway on that side foitnne leans. Wldov'i Tawn. There is a nick in Fortune's restless wheel For each man's good. Revenge of Boiiy d'AmboU. Danger, the spur of all great minds. Acts, 1. An Englishman, Being flattered, is a lamb; threatwed, a lion. Alphonitti. Aet 1. Flatterers look like friends, as wolves like dogs. Byron's Ooniplraoy. Act 3, 1, How blind is Pride ! Wliat eagles we ore still In 'matters that belong to other nicu ! What beetles iu oui own ! All Fooli.. Act 4, i. Young men think old moit fools ; but old . men Know young men fools, Att S, 1. . *-In I'Bsaame mid Llllcii" (ace. 1, 40) Auskin qnotos this : " Tho puullo la Just n great baby." «JJl?J^ V ,^ P»™Pl>™"0 of Alox. Hamilton fl757-1801) to hit Amorlean fsllow ConAtrymen t '• Learn to llilnu contlnontmif." • ^ ni may a sad mind forge a merry face ; Nor hath constrained langhter any gnttw. Hero and Iieander. {CoMitmatuat of Mdrlome's Aan.) St. &. Love's special lesson is to please the eye. Ih. Since sleep and death are callsd The twins at nature. Caesar and Pompey. Aet 4- Death, Sleep's natutal brother. Aet 5. They're only truly great, who are truly good. Revenge for Hononr. AH 5. CHARLES I., King of England (1600-1649). Never make a defence or apology faeftire you be accused. Letter to Lord Wantwortt. THOS. CHATTERTON (17S2-1TT0). Now death as welcome to mo comes As e'er the month of Hay. BriatonaSngedy. Full of this maxim, often heard in trade. Friendship with none but equals should be made. Fragment. Seek Hononr first, and Fleosore lies behind. The Tonmament, tS. Wouldst thou ken Nature in her better part, Qo seinih the oots and lodges of the hind. Bolagnei Jjl. GEOFFREY CHAUCER (13a8-14M). And small foules moken melodie. Canterbury Tales. Fnlagm- V.9. Than longeu folk to con on pilgrimages. r.ia. He IotM dievalrie, Trouthe and honour, freedom and curtesie. r.r And though that he was worthy he i*#>1 Andof hisportasmekeasisamajdn. V,\ He was a veray parflt gentil knight. ' 'fA Full wol she sange the servioa devinai; / «1^ ,: Entuned in hire uoso f ul swetdy ; ' ' ,t' And French she spake f ul t»^n and fetisly,t : After tho scole of Stratford-atte-Bowe, ' For Frenclie of Paris was to hire unknown.' r. la. Ful swetely herds ho confession, , And plosant was his absolution. 7'. Sff. A Clerk thcr was of Oxenforde also, V.JSSf, Forliim was lever t han,l at hishedda^hod, A twenty bokes, clothed m black or t«d^ Of AriBtotie, and his nhilosei^e, '. Thau roboe riohe, or Mel, or satttrie,^ . . But all be that ho \\ as a philoaophi«, Yet hadde he but litel gold iu oofre. \\ ISiS, t rjefcr. nthoT. } Tto have, I A m\ut«al strlngedinstramcnt— psalteryr - CHAUCER. 75 And gladly wolde lie lerne, and gladly teche. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. V. 310, Nowher so besy a man as he ther n'as, And yet he seemed besier than ho was. V. 323. For he was Epicure's owen son. V. 337. Wei semed eche of hem a fayre burgeis, To sitten in a gild halle, on the deis. V. 371. A Coke* they hadden with hem for the nones To bcile the chikenes and the marie bones, t V. 3S1. And certainly he was a good f elaw. J V. 397. TTia studie was but litel on the Bible. V. 440. For golde in physike is a cordial ; Therefore he loved gold in special. V. 44^- Wide was his parish, and houses f er asonder. V.403. This noble exajnple to his shepe he yaf,§ That first he wrought, and afterward ho taught. r. 49S. But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve He taught, but first he folwed it himselve. V. 529. And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.ll r. 565. That hadde a fire-red cherubinnes face. r. 626. Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste rehersOj as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or efles he moste tellen his td.le untrewo. Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. r. 733. A fairer burgeis is ther non in Chepe. r. 756. This is the point, to speke it platH and plain. V.792. For May will have no slogardie a-night. The season priketh every gentil herte. T/ie Knightes Tale. V^ 1044^ And as an angel heavenlich she song. V. 1057. The besy larko, the mossager of daye. V. 1494. 0p rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. r. 2275. Somtime an ende ther is of every deede. V. 2643. Then it is wisdom, as it thiuketh mo, To maken vertue of uecessite.** V. 3043. * Cook. + Mavrow-boncs. ^Fellow— companion. § Gave. II '•* Every honest miller has a tliumb of gold." —Olil Proverb. 1 Flat. • • " Tliafc I made vertue of uecessitee And tolce it well, sin that it rauste be.' Verses 10907-8. " The Sqnieres Tale;" Than it is best, as for a worthy fame, To dien when a man is best of name. r. 3057. Men shnlden wedden after hir ft estate. For youth and elde is often at debate. The Milleres Tale. V. 3220. Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. J t The Heve's Tale. V. Say forth thy tale, and tary not the time. r.S903. The gretest olerkes ben not the wisest men. V. 4052. r. 4153. So was hire joly whistle wol ywette. For losse of catel may recovered be. But losse of time sheiideth § {us, quod he. The Man of Lawes Tale. V. 4443. If thou be poure, thy brother hateth thee. And all thy frendes fleen fro thee, alas ! V. 4541- She is the miiTour of alle om'tesie. V. 4587. O soden wo, that ever art successour To worldly blis ! V. 4S4I. She was so diligent withouten slonth To serve aud plesen everich in that place, That all hire love, that loken in hire face. V. 4951. And swiche |{ || a blisse is ther betwix hem two. That save the joy that lasteth evermo, Ther is non like, that any creature Hath seen or shal, while that the world may dure. r. 5495. Joye of this world for time wol not abide, , Fro dav to night it changeth as the tide. r.655S. That in his own grese I made him to frie. — • T/ie Wif of Bathes Tale. — Prologue. For half so boldely can ther no man Sweren and lien as a woman can, V. 5800. Deceite, weping, spinning, God hath yeven^lf To women kindly, while that they may Uven. V. 5987. Forbede us thing, and that desiren wo. V. 6101. And for to see, and eke for to be seie. • * * - r. 6134. I liate hem that my vices tellen me. r. 6244- As thikke as motes in the soiine-beme. V. 6450. A man shal wiuue us best with flaterie. ■ ' • r. 6514. ttTlieir. J J Baked together. § § RuiiiMlj. miSnch. U If Given. * • • See Ovid, "Ars Amat.," 1, 99. " Spectatum veniunt," etc. 78 CHAUCER. Iioke wbo that is most vertuoiu away, Prive and apart,* and most eutendetht ay, To do the efntil dedes that he can, And take mm ioi the gretest gentilman. Oaatarbiirr TUei. The WifofBalhet Tale, Y. 6695. He is gentil that doth gentil deedis. I hold him rich, al had he not a sherte. The Freret Tale. V. 6768. In compasnie we wiln have no debat, r. 6870. The cherl spake o t thing, bat he thought another. V. 7&0. Who 80 wol pray, he must fast and be clens, And fat hia.soule, and make his body lene. The Sompnimm Tale. T. 7S00. To a poure man men should his vices teUe, But not to a lord, though he shuld go to belle. V. 76B9. Thor as min herte is set^ ther wol I wive. nie Cletkes Tale. T. 80JS». But natheles his purpose held he still As lordes don, whan they wol have hir will. r.sm. This flour of wifly patience. V. 81'9S. Ther can no man in humblease him acquite As woman can, ne can be half so trewe As women ben. V. S8U. stormy peple, onsad { and ever unlrewo, And undiscrete, and changing as a fane, Delighting ever in rombel|| tnat is newe, For like the mone waxen ye and wane ; Ay full of dapping % dere ynougb a jans,** Your dome tr IS lals, your oonstance evU ?reveth, ul grot fool is he that on you leveth.t t r. Sm. Til on the welkin shone the sterres bright. V.9000. Wo wedded men live in sorwe i i and oai«. The llarehmtm Tale, V, 9111. Yoftes 11 II of fortune, That passeu as a shadow on the waU, r. 9188. But I wot best wher wriugeth me my sho. 1^,9417, Have me excused it I speke amis ; My wUle is good ; and lo, my tale is this. Tht Sqwierf JW>. y, loisi. That I made vertue of ueceasitoe, Ami toke it well, siu that it muste be. v . 10907. • In private and In pnbllo. t AttsndeOi. 1IN.>lwt«I(. ••Aamallooln. ftJuSint, tt Beirevolili, SjSorSiw. i|01fa, Tberfore behoveth him a ful long apoiie That shall ete with a fend. H^ Y.1091B. Fie on possession, But if a man be virtuous withal. The Franteleinet Tale. T. 10999. Ijove vol not be oonstreined by maisttie. Whan maistrie Cometh, the God of love anon Beteth his winzes, and fareweL he ie eon. F.iiore; Which Kay had painted wilii his softs shonres This eardin ful of leves and of flonns, Trouthe is the hiest thing that man mav kepe. V. trtSS. A theefe of venison, lliat hath fodaft ** * Bjs libronsnease, amd allhis olde craft; Can kepe a forest best of any man. Tht DteUmrn me. V. UOIT, FoisakeQi sinne or sinne yon Ibrsake. F.18SS0. Of avarice and of swiche cmsednesse Is all my prechiiig, for to make hem free To yeve their pens,'t~H' and namely unto ma. n» IkrJbMent Tab. V, ISSSS. Tberfore my teme is yet, and ever was, JtatKi malorum eet erqridUa: Thus can I predie again ^ t ^ the same visa. Which that I use, and tbtt la avarice. r.itasa. For thon^ myself be a ful vidons man, . A moral tale yet I yon tellcn can. V. liSSS, For dronkennasse is ver&y aepnltaib Of manues wit, and his duaoretioD. And lightly, as it oomeQi, ao yni we npeod. lBmeUaloller{{{ in the wind, quod he. The SklpmmHU Dale. F, B9tt, Ho wolden soweu soma diffionltee, Or springen cockle ny in our doie carab V, lf9tt, Fosaen as doth a shadow on the wall. r.lKS9. And of his oweu tlioiight he wexe all red. r, 13041- Hir ^ ^ f money is hir plon^. r. lStl8. Moidre wol out, oertoino it wol not faille, n* IMermtet Tidt. F. 13309, He hasteth well that wisely oan abide. Th*lkbtfMt^0tm. lYFiond. *•• Left off enHnly. t + 1 To niake them llbrral In giving thsir Jwniit. JJJA8«li»t. §§| AXollantorlwietla. mill The l.i>Ii«M or danid, a ««ad which graxti imoppt oon, HtXhsli. CflAtiOEK. 77 What IS tetter than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing. Canterbury Tales. The Tale of Melibaeua Ful wise is he that can himselven knowe. The Menkes Tale. V. 14085. Mordre wol out, that see we day ty day. The Names Frestes Tale. T. 15058. And on a Fiiday fell all this meschaunce. V. ^-- But all thing, which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told. * T/ie Chaiiones Temannes Tale. V. 16430. Tate any brid, and put it in a cage, And do all thin entente, and thy corage,t To foster it tenderly with mete and drinke Of alle deintees that thou canst bethinke, And kepe it al so clenely as thou may ; Although the cage of gold be never so gay, Yot had this l»ia, by twenty thousand fold Lever in a forest, that is wide and cold, Gou eten woi-mes. % The Manciples Tale. V. 1711^. My sone kepe wel thy tonge, and kepe thy ■ frend. V. 17268. The firste vertue, sone, if thou wolt leme Is to restreine, and kepen wel thy tonge. r. 17281. And oft time swiche cursing wrongfully retometh again to him that curseth, as a bird retometh again to his owen nest. Tlie Persones Tale. Brent child of fire hath much drede. Romaunt of the Rose. § V. 1820. Who loveth trew hath no f atnesse. V. 2685. A man loveth more tenderle The thing that he hath bought most dere -For well wote ye that love is free ; And I shall loveu such that I will, Who ever like it well or ill. V. S4S2. For he may best in every cost || Deceive that men trusten most. V. 39S1. Also a sweete Hell it is, And a sorrowfull Paradis (Love.) V. 4'i^4'i'. For all yede H out at one ere That in the other she did lere.** V. 5255. For twey in number is bet than three In every counsaile and secree. V, 5282. * " Non tencas aurum totum qiiod splendet nt aunim."— " Parabolse" of Alanns de iDSulis (1294). t Desire and inclination. j Borrowed from Boetlnua. § The *' Roraaunt of the Rose " is a translation .of the " Roman de la Rose" commenced by Guil- laume di Lorris in the thirteenth century, and finished, early in the fomteenth century, by Jean de Heung. II Coast, place. t Went. •• Teach. Sir, the iirst vertue certaine, The greatest and most soveraigne That may be found in any man, For having, or for wit he can, That is his tongue to refraine. V. 7500. For it is sayd men maken oft a yerde + + With which the maker is himself e ybeten. Trollus and Creseide. XX ^oo/c 1, v. 640. The wise eke sayth, woe bim that is alone. For and he fall, he hath none helpe to rise. r. 694. May, that mother is of monethes glad. JBook 2, V. 50. Till Crowes feet growen under your eie. r. IfiS. Of harmes two the lease is for to chese. V. 480. Wise clerkes, that ben dede. Have ever this proverbed to us young. That the first vertue is to kepe the toung. Book 3, V. 294. It is nat good a sloping hound to wake. r.765. For of Fortunis sharpe adversite. The worste kind of infortune is this, A man that hath been in pros^erite. And it remember, whan it passed is. V. 1625, One eare it heard, at the other out it went. Book 4, V. 434. Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun. V. 588. And at the comer in the yonder house, Herde I mine alderlevest § § lady dere, So womanly, with voice melodiouse, Singen so wel, so goodly and so clere. That in my soule yet me thinketh I here The blisful sowne. Book 5, v. 575. For many a lye is told that seemeth full trew. Court of Love. V. 4OS. Humblest of herte, highest of reverence Benigne floure, croupe of vertues all. (Pity.) The Complaint of Pltlc. For what they may not get, that wold they have. Of Queen Anetida and False Arcite. || || r.206. The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne, Th' assay so hard, so sharp the conquering. Assembly of Foules. V. 1. For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new come fro yere to yere ; And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh all this new science that men lere. V. 22. ' 1 1 Rod. 1 1 " Troilus and Creseide " ia, to a great extent, a translation of Boccaccio's " Filoatrato." § § Best loved of all. il II Stated by Chaucer to be translated from the Latin of Statius, "and after him Corinne," 78 CHERRY-CHESTEEFIELD. The day gau failen,'atid the doike night That ieyeth"1)easte8 ttom his businewe, Beraft me of my hooke for locke of light. ABBcmbly of Foales. V. 85. Natui'e, the vicar of the almightie Lord. For time ylost, this know ye, By no way may recovered be. Home of Fame. Jieoli S, i: 167. And sight and wept, and said no more. Chaacer'B Dream. V. 931. And there I made my testament, And wist my selie not what I m^t. r. 1167. From a window richly peint With lives of many divers seint. V. 1847. That tellen of the old apprevSd stories Of holines,of reignes, or victories, Of love, of hate, and other sundry thingB. Legend of Qood Women. V. tl. That of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in oor toun. V.U. That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day. The emprise and floure of floures aJl, I pray to God that faire mote she fail, And all that loven floures, for her take. r.iss. And she was faire, as is the rose in May. r.eu. Anon her herte hath pitee of his wo. And with pitie love came also. V. lOK. Thou sleer, devourer, and confusion Of gentyl women, gentle creatures. V. 1365. And of thy toug the infinite grociousneeae. r. 1671. The god of love, and, be^edicite ! How mighty and how gnat a lord is he ! Qt the Cuokow and the Nightingale. 1'. J. Drode God, do law, love trouth and wotthi- And wed thy folke ayen to stedfastnesse. Ballade sent to King Blohard. Boworo also to spume agnine o noil. * Oood Counsall of Chaucer. He might say witli our uarisli priest — Do as I say, DUt not OS I do, /}, ANDREW CHERRY (1768-1813). Till next day, Thei'o she lay, In the Bay of Biscay, ! ^ The t>y of B lWfcy, 0| *Ai)«ll, EARL OF CHESTERFIEL© , (1694-117i), The dews of the evening most carefully Those teaiB of the dty for the loss of the sun. Advice to a Lady in AtitnmB. Be wiser than other people if you can, but do not tell them so. Letter to Ms Bob. Xix. IS, IHB. Vhaterer is worth doing at all is worOi duiiigweU. n. Xanh W, IfJSB. An injniy is much coomer fatnotten than aninsultt J». Oe*.»,i7aced into the hall. Bed as a rose is she. lb'. And ice, mast-high, came floating by As green as emerald. lb. • Mont Blanc, ^ " We were the flrst that ever burst Into that silent sea. Part %. As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. lb. Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to dnnk. lb. Alone, alone, all, all alone. Alone on a wide, wide sea ! Part 4. O happy living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gushed from my heart. And I blessed them unaware. lb. Oh Sleep ! it is a gentle thing Beloved from pole to pole ! Part 5. A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Jb. Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and di-ead. And having once turned round walks on. And turns no more his he.ad ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. Part G. And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway. He loves to talk with mariners That come from a far countree. lb. Part 7. lb. lb. So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us. He made and loveth all. He went like one that hath been stunned And is of sense "forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man. He rose the morrow mom. lb. And the Spring comes slowly up this way. Christabel. Part 1. Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain. lb. A sight to dream of, not to tell ! lb. But this she knows, in joys and woes. That saints will aid if men will call ; For the blue sky bends over all ! Conclusion to Part 1. Each matin bell, the Baron saith, Knells us back to a world of death. Part t. Her face, oh ! call it fair, not pale. lb. For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep. Ih, COLERIDGE. Alas ! they had been friends in yonth : Bat whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in reahns above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the biaiu. Chriitabel. JPiniS. They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between. lb. Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together Thou^ts so all unlike each other. Concliuioii to Part t: The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul IS with the saints, I trust. The Knight's Tomb. Old friends bum dim, like lamps in noisome air f Love them for what they ore ; nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what th^ were. Duty surviving Belf-IiSiB. This tale's a fragment from the life of dreams. Phantom or Fact 7 Flowers are lovely ; Love is flower-like ; Friendship is a sheltering tree ; O I the joys, that came down shower-like, Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty, Ere I was old. Tonth and Age. Like some poor nigh-related enest, That may not rudely be dismissed ; He hath out-stayed his welcome while, And tells the jest without tiie smils. lb. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut. A Day Dream. And backward and forward he switched his long tail As a gentleman switches hi»caue. The Devil's Thoughts.* St. t. His jacket was red and his breeches were blue. And there was a hole where the tail come through. si, a. He saw a Lawyer killing a viper On a dunghill hard by his own stable ; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mmd Of Ooiu and his brother Abel. St. f. He jaw a oottoge with a double ooaoh- house, A cottage of gentility ; And the Devil (Bd gi-in, for his darling siu Is pride tliat apes humility. SI, 6. JsouuS?)?'"'"'* "' °»'""'«« ""O 80ttth.y Down the river did glide, with wind and wiUi tide, A pig with vast celerity ; And tb Devil looked wise as he saw how Ihe while It cnt its own throat. " There ! ' ' quoth he, wiUi a smile, " Goes England's commercial prospedty." St. 8. As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw A solitary cell ; And the Devil was pleased, for it gave him a hint For improving his prisons in HelL lb. And leered like s love-sidc pigeon. St. IS. To knoir, to esteem, to love, — and. then to port. Makes up life's tale to many a feeling heart. On taking leave of , mi. Tour poem most eternal be, Dear Sir ! it cannot fail ! t For 'tis inoomprahanaible. And without head or tuL To the Author of tha «i«ift^mt Un rlBur; Trochee trips from long to short. ■atrteallteb Iambics march from short to long ; — With a leap and a bound the swjn Anapasts throng. Ji. Strongly it beats us along in swelling and limitless IhIIows, Nothing before and nothing behind but tin tky and the ocean. Tha Homario HanuiutWit In the hexameter rises the fountain's ailvenr column; In the pentameter aye fitlliug in melody back. Ovldlan BI^Uw ■•tra.t But Heaven that brings out good bom eviL And loves to disappoint the Devil. iob'i Luoki It sounds like stories from tha land of mixiki. If any man obtain that which he metSET^ Or any merit that which ha obtains. OaiaptaJnk Qiaatoeat and goodness aro not meaoa. but ends I • BMi ha not always treasures, always ^' fMriif*** '"'"' ^~*'"^ treasurae, lova AMi^ thoughts, regular as inftmt's And thrae fltm friends, more sure than day and night— Himself /his Maker, and the angel DaaOk Ik t Those ar« translated firom a^htUsr, COLERIDGE. 87 Then melts the hubble into idle air, And wishing without hope I restlessly despair. Blossoming of the Solitary Date-Tree. 4. Be that blind bard, who on the Cbiau strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light. Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey Else to the swelling of the voiceful sea. Fancy in Nubibus. In Koln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fanged with murderous stones. And rags, and hags, and hideous wenches ; I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks ! Ye Nymphs that reign o'er sewers and sinks, The river Bhine, it is well known, Doth wash your city of Cologne ; But tell me, Nymphs ! what power divine Shall henceforth wash the river Rhine ? Cologne. The victim of a useless constancy. Remorse. Act 1, %. He was his Maker's image undefaced. Act 2, 1.- Nature had made him for some other planet. And pressed his soul into a human shape By accident or mahce. In this world He found no fit companion. Act 4j t* I stood in unimaginable trance. And agony that cannot be remembered. Act 4, 3. Thou, art the framer of my nobler being ; Nor does there Eve one virtue in my sotd, One honourable hope, but calls thee father. Zapolya. Fart 1, 1. A sovereign's car ill brooks a subject's questioning. Ih. Mark how the scorpion, falsehood. Coils round in its own perplexity, and fixes Its sting in its own head ! lb. The bad man's courage still prepares the way For its own outwitting. lb. Conscience, good my lord, Is but the pulse of reason. Ih. Oh we are querulous creatures ! Jiittle less Than all things can suffice to make us happy ; And little more than nothing is enough To discontent us. Fart 2, Act 1, 1. All her commands were gracious, sweet How could it be then, but that her requests Must need have sounded to me as com- mands ? lb, I feel and seek the light I cannot see, lb. Adieu ! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true. Act 2, 1. None love their country, but who love their home. Act 4, S. Worked himself, step by step, through each preferment, From the ranks upwards, And verily, it gives A precedent of hope, a spur of action To the whole corps, if once in their re- membrance An old, deserving soldier makes his way. Flccolomini. (1st part of Wallenstein. Tramslated from Schiller.) Act 1, 1. "Dash! and through with it!"— That's the better watchword. Act 1, 2. Men's words are ever bolder than their deeds. Act 1, S. Heaven never meant him for that passive thing That can be struck and hammered out to suit Another's taste and fancy. He'll not dance To every tune of every minister. It goes against his nature— he can't do it. Act 1, 4- My son ! the road, the human being traveb. That, on which Blesbino comes and goes, doth follow The river's course, the valley's playful windings. Curves round the cornfield and the hill of vines, Honouring the holy bounds of property ! And thus secure, though late, leads to its end. lb. Where he plunges in, He makes a whirlpool, and all stream down to it. Act 2, 1. For fable is Love's. world, his home, his birthplace ; Deli^hi^dly dwells he .'mong flags and tahsmans, And spirits ; and deh'ghtedly believes Divinities, being himself divine. 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 wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason ; But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, . Act 2, 5. My way must be straight on. True with the tongue. False with the heart — I may not, cannot be. Acts, 3. COLERTOGB-COLLINS. Power on an' ancient eonsecrated throne, Shrong in possession, fovmded iirold cnEtom ; Power by a thonsand tough and stringy roots Fixed to the people's pious nuTsery-faith. Ficea(omiiil. Aet4i 4- Time consecrates; And what is grey with age becomes religion. il. The doing evil to avoid an evil Cannot be good. Aet 4, ^• I've lived and loved, li- Not one of those men who in words are valiant, And when it comes to action skulk away. Act S, 4. It stung me to the quick that birth and title Should liave more weight than merit has in th' army. Ad S, 5. Example does the whole. Whoever is fore- most Still leads the herd. An imitative creature lamsji. The Death of Wallensteln. Act I, 4- On a divine law divination rests, Aet 1, 9. think not of his errors now ; remember His greatness, his munificence, think on all The lovely features of his character, On all the noble exploits of his life, ' And let them, like an angel's arm, unseen Arrest the lifted sword. Act S, 8. Be noble-minded ! Our own heart, and not other men's opinions. Forms our true honour. Act 3, 9. His life is bright— bright without spot it And cannot cease to be. Aet 5, 1, 1 shall grieve down this blow, of that I'm conscious : What does not man grieve down? /*. C16thine the palpable and familiar With golden exhalations of the dawn. li. So often do the spirits Of great events sti'ide on before the events, And in to-day ah'eady walks to-monow. lb. Our "myi-iad-mindod Shakespeare "—a phrnso which I have borrowed from a Qresk monk, who applies it to a patriarch of Con- stontmople, Bl^j, m. Summer has set in with his usual severity. Letter to 0. Lamb! You abuse snu£E ! Perhaps it is the final cause of the human noso. TftbU Talk. Jan. 4, 18U. A rogue is a i-oundabout fool, W. A man of mazimB only is like a Cyij with one ere, and Oat eyb placed m\ back of his head, June t4, ISIBI. Prose = words in their best order ; poebj^ = the bat words in the best order. Julyli,18Sr. Oood and bad men are each less so thaa they seem. April iS, 1830. My mind is in a state (d philoBophical doubt. April 90, 18X. Ton may depend npon It, the more oath-- taldng, the more lying generally among the pe^. MagK,t8aO. In politica, what bKins in fear amaBy' ends in foOy. Oct. 6, S30. The three ends wlud> a stateamaa ondit to propose to htmseU in the govemmentidl a nation, are — 1. Secniity to paesesaors; %. Facility to aoqmrers ; and 3. Hope to alL Juw 95,1831. Spiie-steeples which . . . prant aa with silent finger to the sky and stais.* The IMeni. St. I4. WILLIAM COLLINS (ITW-ITH). How sleep the bamve, who eiok to rest, By all their oonntiy's wishes Ueet ! 04* OHQb By Fairy hands their knell is raag. By forms unseen their dirge is snng ; llere Honour cornea, a punim gray. To Ueaa the tmf tliat wrqia then day, And Freedom shall awhile repair. To dwell a weeping hermit then ! A When Moaio, heavenly maid, was TWiaR, While yet in early Gnaoe she now, "■ '. The Fasdona oft, to hear her akMt^ Thronged around her magic cdl. Hm Panlau. A solemn, strange and miuglsd mbt, 'TwM sad by fits, by atsctR tww wild. . Ji. And Hope enchanted smiled, dai waved her golden hair. /i. In notes by distance made more cweet. Ik In hollow murmurs died away, H, O Musio, sphere-descended maid, Fnond al pleasure, wisdom's m£ A Let not dank Will misleadyon to Qie heath. BoDoing in mirky night, o'er tea and lakn. Oda. J'ipHltr A^MPsMMMi In yonder grave a Druid nee. Ode. I>0ath<(fMr . Tkamm (370^ •Sn Wontaworthi "BpliMwho^sUtRtBaier.? COLMAN-COLTON. Too nicely Jonson Tsnevi the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir T. Hanmer. Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell, 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Eclogue. 1, 5. G. COLMAN (senior) (1733-1794). A fool's paradise is better than a. wise- acre's purgatory. The Deuce is in him. Act 1, 1. G. COLMAN (junior) (1762-1836.) Like two single gentlemen rolled into one. liOdgingB (or Single Gentlemen, When ill, indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. lb. On their own merits modest men are dumb. Epilogue to Seir-at-Law. And what's impossible can't be, And never, never comes to pass. Haid of the Hoor. Three stories high, long, dull, and old, As great lords' stories often are. lb. When taken To be well shaken. Newcastle Apothecary. O Miss Bailey ; Unfortunate Miss Bailey ! Love Laughs at Locksmiths. AH ^. Song. The world is good in the lump. Torrent. Act 1, 2. My father was an eminent button-maker at Birmingham, . . . but I had a soul above buttons. Sylvester Daggarwood. Act 1, 1. I owe you one. The Poor Gentleman. Act 1, f. All argument will vanish before one touch of nature. Act 5, 1. A rich man's superfluities are often a poor man's redemption. Who wants a Guinea 7 Act 1, 1. His heart runs away with his head. lb. What a recreation it is to be in love ! It sets the heart aching, so delicately, there's no taking a wink of sleep for the pleasure of the pain. The Mountaineers. Act 1, 1. [Rev.] C. C. COLTON (1780 ?-1832). There are three diiEculties in authorship — to write anything worth the publishing— to find honest men to publish it— and to get sensible men to read it. Lacon. Tol. 1. Preface. I may, perhaps, be accused of looking into everything and seeing nothing. lb. When independence of principle consists in having no principle on which to depend. lb. Por one great genius who has written a little book, we have a thousand little geniuses who have written great books. 'lb. . Mal-ipformation is more hopeless than non-information. Selections. JVo. 1. The cottage is sure to suffer for every error of the court, the cabinet, or the camp. Ifo.S. An upright minister asks, what recom- mends a man ; a corrupt minister, who. No. 9. Were we as eloquent as angels yet we should please some men, some women, and some children, much more by listening, than by talking. No. 13. He lives poor, to die rich, and is the mere jailor of his house, and the turnkey of his wealth. No. ^4. Men will wrangle for religion ; write for it ; fight for it ; die for it ; anything but — live for it. No. ^5. None are so fond of secrets as those who do not mean to keep them. No. Jfl. The only things in life in which we can be said to have any property, are our actions. No. 52. The excesses of our youth are drafts upon our old age, payable with interest about thirty years after date. No. 76, Bigotry murders Religion, to frighten fools with her ghost. No. 101, When you have nothing to say, say nothing. No. 18S, We ask advice, but we mean approbation. No. 190, Imitation is the sincerest of flattery. No, $17. Yield with graciousness, or oppose with firmness. No. $84- It is always safe to learn, even from our enemies ; seldom safe to venture to instruct, even our friends. No. $86. Examinations are formidable even to the best prepared, for the greatest fool may ask more than the wisest man can answer. No. 5ff . Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones. No. S24- If you would be known, and not know, vegetate in a village; if you would know, and not be known, live in a city. No. SS4. Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions. No, 4O8, 90 OOLTON--COi«^BBVE. Subtract from mauy modem poetg all that may be found in SnakeBpeare, and tcash will remain, Lacon. lUflectiom. No. S68, The debt which cancels all others. Fol. g, No. 49. A delusion that distance creates, and that contiguity destroys. Mo, 109. To look back to antiqaity is one thing; to go back to it is another. Ifo. ifS. Calumny always makes the calnnmiator worse, but the calumniated— never. No. Tfi. We should choose our books as we would our companions, for theix sterling and in- trinsic merit. No. 181. [Rev.] W. COLTON (1797-1861). He might have soared, a miracle of mind, Above the doubts thgt dim our mental sphere, And poured from thence, ajs musie on the wind, . Those prophet tone^ which men had , turned to hear, .As if an angel's harp had sung of bliss In Eomejinght world beyond the tears of this. BjTon. WILLIAM COMBE (1773-1833). An uninf orming piece of wood ; 'Like other guides, as some folks say ; Who neither lead, nor tell the vmy. Dr. Syntax In Bearoh of the Plotareaqaa. CoiUo i. Whoe'er from Stature takes a view, ^ust copy and improve it too. lb. Be good, and leave the rest to Heaven. Canto 7. Along the vaiyii^ road of life, In calm content, m toil or strife. At mom or noon, by night or day, As time coiiducits hun on his way. How oft doth man, by core oppressed, Find in on Inn a place of rest.* Confa 9. There's nothing picturesque in beef. Omto 14. tTp hill, our course is rather slow ; Down hill, how merrily we go ; But when 'tis neither up nor down, .It is a middling pace I owu. Cimfyt iS. And staring, he made others stare. Canto SS. Hie Foot, to the end of time, Breathes in his works and lives in rhyme ; But when the Actor sinks to rest, And the turf lies upon his breast, A poor traditionary tame Is all that's left to grace his name, Qwte «^. . • Su aiisnttons. " Dr. Synt« " wm nabUsUad JQ 1812 i Blieustone's poem In 1T8M71S. But ^Aeresoe'er I'm doomed to roam, I still shall say— that home is home. Canto IB Tlu»t man, I trow, is doubly curst. Who of the best doth make the worst ; Ajsd he I'm sure is doubly Uest, Who of the worst can make the best : To sit and sorrow and camplain, Is adding f i^y to onr pain. M. But still a pnn I do detest, 'Tis such a paltry, humbug jest ; „ They who've least wit i^m make them besb n. For the diild's gone fbai never came. Or. Syntax In Beoitih tt CoiuribktlaB. Osulol. WILLIAM CONGK£V£ (UTO-ITU). You read of but one wise man, and aU that he knew was that he knew aofting. The Old Bacthelnr. jla 1, 1. One of love's Afnl foob. H. I find we are gxowios serious, kbA. i^xea. we are in ^[«at danger m being dolLf Act S, t. Even silence may be doquent ia love. li. We never are bat by oureelveB betn,Te^ Jets, X. SAarper,: Thus giief still treads upon the heels of pleasure ; Harried in haste, we may lenpent at leisure. Setttr: Some by ezpeiienoe find those words misplaaed; At leisure married, they repent in haste. What rugged waja attenfl Qia noon of Wal Our sun cleoliaes, and with what anx^ona strife, ' What pain, we tag that galling loaid, it wife! jUtStS. There is nothing: more unbooooung a man of quality than tolaugh. The DoaUe IHader. A^ I, ». One minute gives invenUoa to destroj^ What to rebuUd will a whole ^e tamliem. . Mi 1, S. Love and mnrder wiU out. At* 4» $>. It I can find Oiat Cerberua a sop, I shall be at rest for one day. Xtmt Itor Leva. AH 1, 1. VtHm^m: The two eceatest monstwsia ^e world are a man and a woman. iSU>h whistlings of a """"■'■i Of .l.n-Hulfnt. riio monster London. Oj &/,!i.rlt. ■t Traiwlalioii o( Horeco. : Tiimslatlon of Virgil, " Gwrg.', BvH.k S. COWLEY. vs Let hut thy wicked men from out thee go, And »U the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A soKtude almost. Essays in Prose and Verse. Of Solitude. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. The Garden. And what a noWe plot was crossed ! And what a brave design was lost ! Of Greatness. Hence ye profane ; I hate you aU ; Both the great vulgar, and the small.* Ih. Begin, be bold, and venture to be wise, He who defers this work from day to day. Does on a river's bank expecting stay, Till the whole stream, which stopped him, should be gone, That runs, and as it runs, for ever will run on.t The Danger of Procrastination. What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own ? The Motto. Come, my best friends, my books, and lead me on. li. His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might • Be wrong; his life, I'm sure, was in the light.l On the Death of Mr. Crashaw. Just as a bird, that files about And beats itself against the cage, Fiiiding at last no passage out, It sits and sings, and so o'ercomes its rage. Friendship in Absence. 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. Anacreontiques. So. S. BrinMvg. Why Should every creature drink but I ? Why, man of morals, tell me why. lb. A mighty pain to love it is. And 'tis a pain that pain to miss ; But, of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain. No. 7. Gold. All their life should gilded be With mirth, and wit, and gaiety ; Well remembering and applying The necessity of dying. Elegy upon Anacreon. When I myself am nothing but a name. Ode upon occasion of a Copy of Verses of my Lord BroghiU's. • Translation of Horace, Ode 1, Book 3. t Translation of I-Iovace, i Ep., 2, 4. j Cf. Pope, " Essay on Man," Bp. 3, SCO. Nothing so soon the drooping spirits can raise As praises from the men whom all men praise. lb. Lukewarmness I account a sin, As great in love as in religion. The Mistress. — Love Verses. The Request. The world's a scene of changes ; and to be Constant, in Nature were inconstancy. Inconstancy, Well then ; I now do plainly see This busy world and I shall ne'er agree ; The very honey of all earthly joy Does of all meats the soonest cloy ; And they, methinks, deserve my pity, Who for it can endure the stings. The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings Of this great hive, the city. The Wish. May I a small house and large garden have ! And a iev^ friends, and many books, both true. lb. Words that weep and tears that speak. The Prophet. If things then from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the most hopeless thing of all. Against Hope. Hope ! of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure ! For Hope. Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barbarous skill ; 'Tis like the poisoning of a dart Too apt before to kill. The Waiting-maid: Nor can the snow, which now cold Age does shed Upon thy reverend head, Quench or allay the noble fires within. Pindaric Odes. To Mr. Sobhes. To things immortal. Time can do no wrong, And that which never is to die, for ever must be young. ' lb. Life is an incurable disease. To Dr. Scarborough. Truth is truest poesy. Davideis. Book 1, I. 41. Nothiog is there to come, and nothing past. But an eternal now does always last. iBooh, 1, I. SGI. Sometimes he thinks that Heaven the vision sent. And ordered all the pageants as they went ; Sometimes, that only 'twas wild Fancy's play. The loose and scattered relics of the day. Boole ;?, /. 789. His way once chose, he forward thrust out- . right. Nor stepped aside for dangers or delight. Bool: 4, I. S81. COWLEY— OOWPER. W}io lets slip Fortune, her shall never fine) ; Occasion, once passed by, is bald behind. Pyramus and Thlsbe. St. IS. Fame, like man, wiH grow white as it grows old. Quoted iy Dr. Jahmm, in "UveiofthePaett." [Mrs.] H. COWLEY (1743-1809). Five minutes — ^Zounds ! I have been five minutes too late all my lifetime (Saville). The Belle's BtmtaCem. Act 1, 1. Yanity, like murder, will out. Act 1, 4. What is woman? Only one of Nature's agreeable blunders. Who'BtheDnpe? Acti,S, WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800). William was once a bashful youth^ His modesty was snch. That onb might say (to say the truth), He rather had too much. Of Hlmielf. But some a different notion had, And at each other winldne. Observed that though he little said, He paid it off tH1£ thinking. lb. No dancing bear was so genteel Or half so digagi. li. How deep my woes, how fierce my flame, Tou best may tell, who feel the some. After leaving Delia. Hope, like the short-lived ray that gleams awhile, ... Cheers e'en the face of misery to a smile. Despair at his sspantloQ. Absence from whom we love is worse than death; And frustrate hope severer than despair. It. Who early loves, though young, is wise,— Who old, though grey, a fool. Upon a VeneraUs Rival. That subject for an angel's song, The hero, and the saint. On reading " Sir Oharlu Orandlien." There goes the parson— illustrious spark ! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes tlw dierk. On Observlntf Bom* Namts ot Llttls Mot*. Wliat peaceful hours I once enioyad ! How sweet their memory stifl f But they have left on aching void, The world con never fill. Olnay Hymns. M, J. And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest soiut upon his knees. Ko. tO. Qod moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform j He plants His footst^s.in tlis sea, And ridiw upon the storm. ifii, es. Ye.fearful sainte, fresh eonraee taka, The donds ye so much dieaa Are hie with mercy, and shall bisak In btessings on your head.* Jh, . Behind a frowning providence He hides a Emiling face. Blind unbelief is sore to err. And scan His work in vain. li. lb. Musical as the chime of HnVling ni]g^ Weak to perform, though mighty to {ortend. The Pni^«sa of Error. /. 14. The clear harangue, and cdd as it is cImz; Falls soporific on t3ie listiess ear. 09. From thoogUless yonth to mminsling mb. And pleasure brings as maelj in her ttaia, Bemorse, and Sorrow, and vindiaSw Mn. JEven Barrhanalian Madness has iia chazma. i-se. TJnmissed but by his dogs and by his groom. L SS. Oh laugh or mourn witli me, the meful iei^ A cassooked huntsman, and afiddKngnriest! Himself a wanderer firom tlie nanow way. His silly sheep, what wonder if fhey 8tn» f O Italy !— thy sahba^ wiU be soon Our sabbaths. {, Hg. Folly and Innaoenoe axe so alika, The difference, thonrii essantiil, Mk to sWke. 1.00. Bemorse, the fatal ^gby Pleoanre laid. First wish to be imposed on, and then an. km. Our most important ore our eaiUetft ywH ' ' How much a dunce that has been amt to roahi, Excels a dtmce that has been left at home! ^ k414. While leomiug, once -the man'* ezefaiBiTa pride, Seems verging flost towards the tBinaletide. And of all arts sagacious dupes invent, To cheat themselves and ^in Uie voiMPv assent, The worst is— Scriptuie warped from its intent 1.434. Nono but an author knows on author's Mtrea, Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bean. LSIS. Your blunderer is as sturdy u a rook. I, SSS, * Sn Vmiers'Sake of Backlnghsm. COWPEE. 95 He Las no hearing on the prudent side. The Progress of Error. I. 548. Secure of nothing but to lose the race. I. 56S. Faults in the life breed errors in the brain. I. 663. With caution taste the sweet Circean cup ; He that sips often, at last drinks it up. I. 579. What is all righteousness that men devise, What, but a sordid bargain for the skies 'i Truth. I. 75. 118. Humility may clothe au English dean. / She might be young, some forty years ago. I. 132. A growing dread of vengeance at his heels. l.i He has no hope who never had a fear. The Scriptui'e was his jest-book. I. Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, A truth the briUiant Frenchman never knew. I S2S. To them the sounding jargon of the schools Seems what it is— a cap and beUs for fools. 1.368. You told me, I remember, glory built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt. Table Talk. 1. 1, Is base in kind and born to be a slave. I. &\ If monarchy consists in such base things Sighiiig, I say again, I pity Mngs ! 1. 138 Flippant fluency of tongue. I. LfJ, Admirals, extolled for standing still, Or doing nothing with a deal of skill. /. 191. Fii-m friends to peace, to pleasure, and good pay. ;. ^g^. Liberal in all things else, yet Nature here With stem severity deals out the year. 1.^07. Earth shakes beneath them, and heaven roars above ; , , But nothing scared tliem from the course they love. i, ^gg_ Mean you to prophesy, or but to preach ? I. 478. Feels himself spent, and fumbles for his brains. . ;. gge. As if an eagle flew aloft, and then- Stooped from its highest pitch to pounce a ^''en- 1. 551. Eeligion, harsh, intolerant, austere, Parent of manners, like herself, severe. I. 611. That constellation set, the world in vain Must hope to look upon their like again. I. 659. Oaths, used as playthings or convenient tools. Expostulation. I. 37. Forgot the blush that virgin fears impart To modest cheeks, and borrowed one from art. I. 47. And trident-bearing queen of the wide seas. I. ^75. Where Obstinacy takes his sturdy stand. To disconcert what Policy has planned ; Where Policy is busied aJl night long In setting right what Faction has set wrong. I. m8. War lays a burden on the reeling state. I. 306. Kiss the book's outside, who ne'er look j within. I. 389. The man that dares traduce, because he can With safety to himself, is not a man. 1. 43^. In such a cause they could not dare to fear. I. 6U. What dotage will not Vanity maintain ? What web too weak to catch a modern - brain? I.6t8. To praise Him is to serve Him. I. 644. Or serves the champion in forensic war To flourish and parade with at the bar. I. 664. I know the warning song is sung in vain, That few will hear and fewer heed the strain. /. 7U. The poor, inured to drudgery and distress. Act without aim, think little, and feel less, And nowhere, but in feigned Arcadian scenes, Taste happiness, or know what pleasure means. Hope. I. 7. The rich grow poor, the poor bscome purse- pvoud. 1. 18. I Pleasure is labour too, and tires as much. I. m. And just when evening turns the blue vault grey, To spend two hflurs in dressing for the day. I, 81. Serves merely as a soil for discontent To thrive in.' 7. 99. While conversation, an exhausted stock. Grows drowsy as the clicking of a clock. I. 105. Men deal with life as children with their play, Who fii'st misuse, then cast their toys away. I. n9. Man is the genuine offspring of revolt. 1. 183. 06 COWPER. His weekly drawl Though short, too long. Hope. /. fOl. Emulous always of the nearest place To any throne, ercept the throne of grace. The centre of a thousand trades. {. t4S. Some eastward, and some westward, and all wrong. ». fSS. Each man's belief is right in his own eyes. {.t85. his who wiODgfuUy The wrong was complained. I- StS. My creed is, he is safe that does his hest, And death's a doom sufficient for the rest. 1.397. Fasting and prayer sit well upon a priest. 1.40B. A hand as liberal as the light of day. I. 4IO. And differingjadgments serve but to declare. That Truth lies somewhere, if we knew but where. I. ftS. The sacred book no longer suffers wrong, Bound in the fetters of an unknown tongue. But speaks with plainness art could never mend. What simplest minds can soonest comprehend. {. j^. And he that stole has learned to steal no more. /. ffiSff. A Idiave when tried on honesty's plain role, And when by that of reason a mere fool. I.S68. Assailed by scandal and the tongue of strife. His only answer was a blameless life. /. Sf8. 31uBh, Calumny ! and write upon his tomb. If honest eulogy can spare thee room, l, B90. No blinder bigot, I maintain it still. Than he who must have pleasure, come what will. I, ess. And spits abhoiTence in the Christian's face Ai-t tlinvea most Where commerce has eiiridied the busy coast. Charity. I. llf. Grief is itself a medioiae. ;, tS9. He found it inconvenient to be poor, h 189. Some men make gain a fountain, whence proceeds A stream of liberal and heroic deeds. /. t44. But let insolvent innooenoe go free. I. S8S. yi?"?'j'iK*'" •tt'»«li its immortal meed, Should bo the guerdon of a noble deed. l.tSt. All truth is precious, if not oU divine. I. SSI. riavia, most tender of her own good name. Is rother careless of her sister's fame. 1. 453. A teacher should be sparing of his nnile. ITo skiU in swordnuuuhip, however just. Can be secure against a madman's uunsi. When «'—»">»l has new minted an old lie, Or taxed invention for a fresh supply, 'Tis called a satire. I. SIS. FeltiiiK each other for the public good. l.6tS. Spore the poet-for his subject's sake. I. 636, Conversation in its better port. Hay be esteemed a gift, and not on ait. Guivanatlon. 1,3. Words learned by rote, • parrot may rehearse. Bat talking is not always to convene. {. 7. Oaths terminate, as Paul obaenres, all etrife ; Some men have surely thed a peaceful life ! I.SS Asseveration Uustering in your face Hakes contradiction such a hopelesB casp. LS9. Though syllogiams han^ not on my tongue, I am not study always m the wrong; 'Tis hard if all is false that I advanoe, A fool must now and then be rignt Ij chance. L9S. A noisy man b alwaya in the right L 114. Bubius is such a scrupuloiiB good man. LU9. He would not with a peiemptaiy tone Assert the nose upon his face hia own. Kltl His sole opinion, whatsoe'er befoU, Centering at last in having none at all. LISS. Where men of judgment creep and tad their way. The poeitive pronounoe without dismay. 114s. The proud are always most nrovctod by pride. I. m. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other con. km. " Con thia be true f " on onh observer oros i "Yes" (rather moved), "I aaw it with these evee." " Sir ! I bdieve It on that ground alone : I could not, had I seen it with my own.'^ List. A tale should be judidons, dear, sncdnot, Xhelanguageplain,and iucideutswellliiJced; Tell not OS new what everybody knows. And, now or old, still hasten to » doae. kSiS. COWPER. 97 pernicious weed! wliose scent the fair annoys. Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civihses ours. ConTersation. I. 251. I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss gentleman that's all perfume ; The sight's enough — no need to smell aheau. I. 283. The solemn fop, significant and budge ; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. I. 299. His wit invites you by his looks to come. But when you knock it never is at home. I. SOS. Some men employ their health, an ugly trick. In making known how oft they have been sick. I. SU. Thus always teasing others, alwajrs teased. His only pleasure is— to be displeased. I. S45, Our wasted oil unprofitably bums, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. i.ser. And finds a changing clime a happy source Of wise reflection and well-timed discourse. 1.387. The visit paid, with ecstasy we come. As from a seven years' transportation, home. I. 399. And though the fox he follows may be tamed, A mere fox-follower never is reclaimed. Whose only ^t companion is his horse. I. 4W. Oh, to the club, the scene of savage joys, The school of coarse good-fellowship and noise. 1. 42I. Fashion, leader of a chattering train, Whom man, for his own hurt, permits to reign. 1. 457. No — marble and recording bra^s decay, And, like the graver's memory, pass away. ;. 551. It moves me more perhaps than folly ought. I. 625. And useless as a candle in a skull. I. 785, A poet does not work by square or line. I. 794. Though such continual zigzags in a book,* Such drunken reeb'ngs, have an awkward look. I. see. To find the medium asks some share of wit, And therefore 'tis a mark fools never hit. I. 884. Hackneyed in busihesS, Wearied at that oar, Which thousands, once fast chained to, quit no more. Retirement. 1. 1. And having lived a trifler, die a man. 1. 14. In the last scene of such a senseless play. 1.32. Custom's idiot sway. I. 49. A mind released From anxious thoughts how wealth may be increased. I. 139.. The lover too shuns business. I. 219. The disencumbered Atlas of the state. 1. 394. The good we never miss we rarely prize. i.4oe. Some pleasures live a, month and some a year. But short the date of all we gather here. 1.459, Nature indeed looks prettily in rhyme. I. 567. He likes the country, but in truth must own, Most likes it when he studies it in town. I.S73. Peers are not always generous as well-bred. I. 597. Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. I. 62Si A life of ea^e a difficult pursuit. I. 6S4. An idler is a watch that wants both hands ; As useless if it goes as when it stands. I. e81. Built God a church, and laughed his Word to scom. 1. 688. Chase A panting syllable through time and space. I. 691. Till authors hear at length one general cry, Tickle and entertain us, or we die ! I. 707. Beggars invention and makes fancy tame. /. 709. I praise the Frenchman ; f tis 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." I 739. O'erjoyed was he to find, That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. History of John Gilpin. St. 8. And all agog To dash through thick and thin. St. 10. Digressions. t La BruyJre; also attributed to Jean Guez de Balzac (15941664). 7a COWPEB. HSt Wtse, tpho never in that sort . tt'ftd handled been before, ')/liltA thine upon his back had got tHi wonder more and more. History of Jolin Wlpln. St. 14- Tust like unto a tmndling mop, w a wild goose at play. St. S5. A -{rig that flowed behind, A hat not mnch the worse for wear, !Badi comely in its kind. iS^ 4^. Now let ns sins lone live the King, . And Gilpin, Xong lire he ; And when he next doth ride abroad, ifay I be there to see ! St. 6S. TJniM yet divided, twain at once ; Sb fiit two kings of Brentford on one throne. The Task. The Sofa. I. 77. So slow The growth of what is excelleut, so hard To attain perfection in this nether world. . 1.8S. From pangs arthritic that infest the toe Of lib^tine excess. I. lOS. Nor ttlral sights alone, but rural sounds, , B^ltirate Uie spirit, and restore The Imo of languid nature. {. 181, And infants clamorous, whether pleased or pained. \ I. IS$. Pltr-ffetched and little worth. I. tfS. Toils much to earn a monumental pile, That may record the mischiefs he nathdone. i.m. The gniltlesB eye U0(6lhits no wrong, nor wastea what it ett^s. l SSS. tA'e'acoy maiden, Ease, when oourtedmost, Farthest retires. 1, 400. Bjnt ilnitative strokes can do no more Than please the eye. U 4tB, 1%% ftmocent are gay. i. .f9f. Tlia earth was i{iade so various, that the dic^ultory man, studious of change. Ma peosed with novelty, might be indulged. In (Mes vice is hidden with most ease, ^ ife'eh with least reproach, A 689, 'Where has commerce such a mart, So rich, so thronged, so drained, and so aupphed As Condon, opulent, enlarged, and still Ingraiwing London r }, 719, God made the country, and man made the town.*, J. 7.^9. . * iorrowod from Varro (».o. U8— B.c. SO) ; " Nee nilVmn, quod divine iiatiua dtdit sgros, nn liumnna ndlDcnvll uilws." - - Oh for a lodge in some vast wildemesB, Some boundless contiguity rf shade ! The Time Fieee. 1. 1. My ear is pained. My soul is sick with every day's r^ort _ Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled. ^ '■ *■ Mountains interposed. Make enemies of natiomi, wlio hod else Like kindred drops been mingled into one. /. J7. I wonld not have a slave to till nqr ground. To carry me, to fim me while I deep, And trembhi when I wake, for oU tiie wealili That sinews hon^t and sold have ever earned. '• *9. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if thedr longs Beceive our air, that moment Hief are free ; They touch onr conntiy, and their shanliVw tSlL 1.41k England, with all thy faults, I love thee c^ My country 1 1 *• **« Tlongh thy dime Be fickle, and bred whiig^ oloBi the scene. {. 411. Heard at oonvenUole, where worthy man, Misled hy custom, strain celastiat tMrnas Through the pressed nosttU. {. JfSf. u4 calm look whidi aeemBd to all assent. And that complacent speadi which i meant. A ely old fish, too onnning for flia hook ArtX. Mmriagm. I praaeh tor ever ; but I pnacli in vain. A. Courteous tiiough coy, and.geath thon^ retired, A. How Strang* that men Who guide the plough should fail to guida the pen. j^ His delist Was all in books; to i«ad them wto write; Women and men he strove alike to dran. And hurried homawwl whm his task* wwr* dw*- A»-«a. BmiiOt. • S« roCSrouoes to similar nssstgcs under A. H. ULOUQU. ORAIK-CEOLY. 103 A people still, whose common ties are gone'; ■Who, mixed with every race, are lost in none. The Borough, letter 4- In this fool's paradise he drank delight. lb. 12. When youth is fallen, there's hope the young may rise, But faUen age for ever hopeless lies. lb. tl. Books cannot always please, however good ; Minds are not ever craving for their food. lb. 24. In idle wishes fools supinely stay ; Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. Birth of Flattery. Who often reads will sometimes wish to write. Edward Shore. liove has a thousand varied notes to move The human heart. The Frank Courtship. [Mrs.] DINAH MARIA CRAIK, nee Miss Mulock (1826-1887). Say not that she did well or ill, Only, " She did her best." Poems. 1852. Two hands upon the hreast. And lahoiu-'s done ; Two pale feet crossed in rest, The race is won. Poem founded on the Russian Proverb, ' ' Two hands upon the breast and labour is past." C. P. CRANCH (1813-1883?). Thought is deeper than all speech ; Feeling deeper than all thought ; Souls to souls can never teach What unto themselves was taught. Stanzas. RICHD. CRASHAW (c. 1613-1649). Why, 'tis a point of faith. Whate'er it be, I'm sure it is no point of charity. On a Treatise of Charity. What force cannot effect, fraud shall devise. Sospetto d'Herode. It is an armoury of light ; Let constant use but keep it bright, You'll find it yields To holy hands and humble hearts. More swords and shields Thau sin hath sifares, or hell hath darts. On a Prayer Book. Nothing speaks our grief so well As to speak nothing. Upon the Death of a Gentleman. Sad mortality may hide In his ashes all her pride, With this inscription o'er his head : — All hope of never dying here lies dead. Another (on the death of Hr. Herrys). A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer day. In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health, And, when life's sweet fable ends, Soul and body part like friends : — No (juarrels, murmurs, no delay ; A kiss, a sigh, and so away. lb. The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can, — " Here Ues a truly honest man ! " Epitaph on Mr. Ashton. Whoe'er she be. That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me : Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye. In shady leaves of destiny. Wishes to his supposed Mistiest, Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say. Welcome, friefl^ ! lb. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old winter's head with flowers. lb. The conscious water saw its God, and blushed.* Epigrammata Sacra. I. 96. He giveth oft who gives what's oft ref vised.! 1. 103. Heaven's great artilleiy. The Flaming Heart. I. S6. Love's great artillery. Prayer. I. IS. Mighty Love's artillery. The Wounds of the Lord Jesu;. I. 2. Weeping is the ease of woe. St. Hary Magdalene, l. 13. THOMAS CREECH (1669-1701). Not to admire, is all the art I know ; To make men happy, and to keep them so. J Translation. Korace 1, Ep. 6, 1. GEORGE CROLY (1780-1860). Nature's first great title — mind. Pericles and Aspasia. (^Published 1830.) * Translation of Latin epigram by Crasliaw on John 2. — " Nymiiha pudica Deum viiit, et erubuit." + Translation of "Ssepe dedit quisqiti? saipe negata dedifc." X Quoted by Byron, in "Don Juan," canto 5, Bt. 100, "with the parenthetical lines : " Plain truth, dear Murray, needs no flowers of speech, So take it in the very words of Creech." 104 CEOMWBLL— DANIEL. OLIVER CROMWELL (1B99-1658). Subtlety may deceive you j integrity never will. Letten. To Sohert Barnard, Jan. ISJjfi. A few honest men are better than numbers. To Sir W. Spring and Matiriee Barrott, Sept,, 164S. I had rather have a plain msset-costed Captain, that knows what he fights for, and loves what he knows, than that which you call a Gentleman and is nothing else. I honour a Qentleman that is so indeed. lb. Vain men will speak well of him that does ill. To Sichard Mayor, July, 1661. Necestity hath no law. Feigned necessi- ties, imaginary necessities, are the greatest cozenage men can put upon the Providence of Grod, and make pretences to break known rules by. Speeches. To Farliammt, Sept. It, 1654. I am not a man scrupulous about words or names or such things, lb., April IS, 16B7. Faint me as I am. If yon leave out the scars and wrinkles, I will not pay you a shilling. Bemark to the Painter, Lely. TMrs.] MARIAN CROSS (See GEORGE ELIOT). JOHN CROWNE (c 1660-170S). Wherever I go, the world cries " Uiat's a gentleman, my life ou't a gentleman ! " and when y'ave said a gentieman, yon have said all. Sir Oonrtly Hlot. Men of quality ore above wit. li. Poor love is lost in men's capacious minds,* In ours, it flUs up all the room it finds. Thyaitai. Glory and empire are to female Uood llore tempting dangerous rivals than a god. The Dtatruotlon of Juaulun. Tart 1, Acts, t. There is no hiding lovo from lovere' eyes. Aet 4, 1. NICHOLAS 1664). Would you have a settled head, You. must early go to bed ; I tell you, and I tell 't again, Tou must be in bod at ten. As quoted by BwUt In • Utter to Bttlla. Jan. 19 , mO-1. -.,'.," ^l*"'" 1°™ 1' 0' ""»"'■ •"* » "t'ns apart" (" Don Juan," oanto I, St. ;t^ * RICHARD CUMBERLAND (1T3»- 1811). Of all bad things liy which mankind aie cursed. Their own bad tempers sordy are the wtost. CULPEPPER (1«16- Eztremes of fartnne are Ime wisdom's test. And he's 'at men most wise who bears than bert. ALLAN CUNNINGHAM (1784^1843). A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that foIlowB tuSt, /bid fills (he wliite and mnling sail. And braids the gallant mast. A Wet aieat ud a ttawtai Sam The hollow oak our palooe ia. Our heritage the sea. J}. When looks were fond and words were few. Poef ■ Bridal-dsv Bmg, JOHN CUNNINGHAM (1739-1773}. The bloom of a msepasseB qaickl^ away. And the pride of a Butterfly dies m a day. The Bom and tin BnttaiOr. ' So various is the hnman mind ; Such at« the fnulties of mankind ! What at a distance dianned our eyes, Upon attainment, droopa, and dies. Hymea. SAMUEL DANIEL (1663-1619). Minions too great aigne a King too weak. The History ot the GIvU War. . ISoek 1, et. SS. When better draioes are not to be had. We needs most take the seeming best of bad. SaokS,4t.t4. riiat makee atitte where thoM is no right. Ihe thing possessed is not (he thing it Feems. 8t.l04. Who reproves the lame must go upright. Bmia,tt.J!0. The bounds onco overgone that hold men in, They never stay ; but on from bad to worse. Wronj^ do not leave oft there where they begin, But still beget new mischielkin (h^oonise. Bo)U;4,*t.X Ho ha(h nottung'done that doth not all. Devotion, motiier of obadienee. £m»ke, H. SS. The Stan that have most gloiy iMve no t AiOsgoii. DANIEL-D'AVENANT. 105 And all the fair examples of renown Out of digtreas and misery are grown. On the Earl of Southampton. Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes, Dumb eloquence, whose power doth move the blood More than the words or wisdom of the wise. Complaint of Rosamoncl. St. 19. Jewels, orators of Love. St. 52. Shame leaves us by degrees. St. 64. Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man.* To the Lady Margaret, Countess of Cumberland. St. IS. Sacred on earth ; designed a saint above ! Sonnets to Delia. Jfo. 6. The fairest flower that ever saw the light. M. ST. And sport, sweet maid, in season of these years. And learn to gather flowers before they wither. No. 4S. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness bom.t lb. Custom, that is before all law ; Nature, that is above all art. A Defence of Rhyme. And you shall find the greatest enemy A man can have is his prosperity, Philotas — Tragedy. Dedication, 1. 13. But years hath done this wrong. To make me write too much, and live too long. lb., I. 108. Folly in youth is sin, in age 'tis madness. The Tragedy of Cleopatra. Act 3, 2. For 'tis some ease our sorrows to reveal. If they to whom we shall impart our woes, Seem but to feel a part of what we feel. And meet us with a sigh, but at the close. Act 4, 1. Princes in this case Do hate the traitor, though they love the treason. lb. * This is from a classical source. Montaigne ("Bssais," 1680, Book 2, chap. 12, ad fin.) has the foUowlDgas from a " pagan writei'" : " ' Oh ! what a vile and abject thing,' says he, ' is man unless lie can erect himself above humanity.' Here is a ion mot and a useful desire, but equally absurd. For to make the handful bigger than the hand, th9_ armful bigger than the arm, and to hope to stride further than the stretch of our legs, is impossible and monstrous. ... He may lift him- self if God lend him flis hand of special grace ; he may lift himself ... by means wholly celes- tial. It is for our Christian religion, and not for his Stoic vjrtue, to pretend to this divine and miraculous metamorphosis." t See Fletcher : " Care-oharming sleep," etc. The absent danger gi'eater still appears ; Less fears he who is near the thing he fears. lb. Pity is sworn servant unto love ; And thus be sure, wherever it begin To make the way, it lets the master in. The Queen's Arcadia — Cmnedy. Act 3, 1. Man is a creature of a wilful head, And hardly driven is, but eas'ly led. Act 4, 5. Ah ! 'tis the silent rhetoric of a look, That works the league betwixt the states of hearts. ActS, 2. ERASMUS DARWIN (1731-1802). Soon shall thy arm, unoonquered 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 au\ The Botanic Garden. Part 1, 1, 2S9. And hail their queen, fair regent of the night. Part 1, 2, 90. The angel Pity shuns the walks of War. Part 2, 3, 298. He who allows oppression shares the crime. Part g, 3, 458. 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 sun that gilds the vernal mom. Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down virtue's manly cheek for othei's' woes. Fart 2, 3, 459. He treads unemulous of fame or wealth. Profuse of toil, and prodigal of health. Philanthropy of Mr. Howard. [Sir] WM. D'AVENANT (1605-1668). The lark now leaves his watery nest. And climbing, shakes his dewy wings. The Lark now Leaves. Awake, awake, the morn will never rise Till she can dress her beauty at your eyes. lb. Be not with honours gilded, bails-beguiled. Nor think ambition wise because 'tis brave. Gondibert. Book 1, canto 5, st. 75. The assembled souls of all that men held wise. Book 2, canto 5, st. 37. Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy. It is not safe to know. The Just Italian. Act S, 1. Custom, that unwiitten law. By which the people keep even kiugs in awe. Circe. Act 2, 3. 106 DAVIBS-DE FOE. My lodging is on the cold gionnd, And very hard is my ttae. Rivals {performed leei.)* [Sir] JOHN DA VIES (1B70-1626). And yet, alas! when all our lamps are burned, Our bodies wasted, and our spirits spent. When we have all the learned volumes turned, Which yield men's wits both help and oiiiament. What can we know or what can we discern ? On the Immortality of the Soul (or "Hosoa Telpsum ") Tlie Introdiictian. iSee. X, it. I4. Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly, We learn so little and forget so much. St. 19. It aught can teach us aught, Affliction's looks, (Making us pry into ourselves so nea^, Teaob us to know ourselves, beyond all books. Or all the learned schools that ever were. St.SS. For if we chance to fix our thoughts else- where, Though our eyes open be, we cannot see. Sec. e, St. 15. Nor can a man of pasatenft iudge aright,. Except his mind be from all vamiam. tree. See. 4, a. 18. For Nature in man's heart her laws doth pen. See. 66, it. S. Although they say, " Come, let us eat and drmk; Our life is but a spark, which quickly dies " : Though thus they say, they know not whbt to think; But in their minds ten thousand doiibts arise. See. SO, tt. 4. For who did evov yet, in honour, wealth, Or pleasure of the sense, contentment find P St. SO. If then all souls, botli good and bad doteadi With genei'al voice, that souls con never die; 'Tia not man's flatteiiug gloss, but Nature's speech, Which, like God's oraoles, can never lie. St. HI. For how con tliat ba false, which every tongue Of every mortal man affirms for true? See. St, ei. SB. Wit ttjorsuade and beauty to delight. Orchtitra. £/. S. ■ Tills nlay Is said to have bun le-caat by John Guy, but the statement la dovibtfnl. Why should your fellowship a trouUe he, Since man's chief pleasure is sociefjv ? • St. S3. Behold the world, bow it is wluil£d round. And for it is so wmrl'd is named so. St. S4. Adding once more the music of tiie -tongns To the sweet speech of her aUnrii^ eyes. St. 96, Wedlock, indeed, halOi oft compaiM been To public feasts, vAere meet a TraUic lout ; Where they that are without would fain {^^ And they that are within would fain go ont.t ContBBUoa betalxt a Wtte. SCROPE DAVIES (lT7ir-186S). Babylon in aU its deaolation is a sight not so awnd as tiiat of the hnmam mind in ruins. Letter. To Thomia Saiket, May S5, 18SS. FRANCIS DAVISON (1S7S-1619T). To where Desire doth bear tke sway. The heart must rule, the head obey. Dealre'B GovemmaBb Some ease it is hid sorrows to declare. BoBiMt a. A Campkml. A beggar's life is for a king. Bon< (c. 1613). WALTER DAVISON (1681-1608?). Love most concealed doth most itself die* cover. Buimt li. STEPHEN DECATUR (1TT9-18M). Our country! In her interoooise wtth fbro^ nations may she always be in Oa right ; but our oouutiy, right or wrong.) DANIEL DE FOE (1661-lTSl). The grand oontentiou's ^aiuly to be seen; To .^ some men put out, and some put ut. The Xrue-Boni BBfUihmaB. lalram^im. Wherever Ood erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chajtd there ; And 'twill be found, upon examinatiou, The latter has the liitgest oongiemti(ni.$ Druuk'ness, tite darling favourite of helL I.S1, That vaia, ill-natuied tiiiug, an EuglidimsB. 1.133. That hetarogeaeooa thing, an Enj^JAman. tSM Uonbdgne (" French QuoUittons "). X "I h^ to And my ooontiy ta Ura right; however, I wtU sUtnd hj her, ttght or Vrtong,— J. J. dumsDiM, otKantnoky. « An old provwK 5h nndar «»»Wtb»;"» "No80onerUat«mplebidlttaQodi'> ^^ DE FOE— DBNHAM. 107 ■Wealth, howsoever got, in England makes Lords of mechanics, gentlemen of rakes ; Antiquity and birth are needless here ; 'Tis impudence and money makes a peer. The Irue-Born Englishman. I. SCO. Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. I. Sl'4- No panegyric needs their praise record ; An Englishman ne'er wants his own good word, ■ Fai-t $, 1. 15%. Restraint from ill is freedom to the wise ; But Englishmen do all restraint despise. For Englishmen are ne'er contented long. I. m. And of all plagues with which mankind are curst. Ecclesiastic tyranny's the worst. 1. S99. When kings the sword of justice first lay down, They are no kings, though they possess the crown ; Titles are shadows, crowns are empty things : The good of subjects is the end of kings. For justice is the end of government. But English gratitude is always such To hate the hand which doth oblige too much. I. ^9. Wise men affirm it is the English way Never to grumble till they come to pay. Britannia, I. 84. The best of men cannot suspend their fate ; The good die early, and the bad die late. ' Character of the late Dr. S. Annesley. . We loved the doctrine for the teacher's sake. - lb. Natm-e has left this tincture in the blood, That all men would be tyrants i£ they could. The Kentish Petition (1701). Addenda. I. 11. The art of war, which I take to be the highest perfection of human knowledge. The History of Projects. Introduction. SeU-destruction is the effect of cowardice in the highest extreme. Of Projectors. Women, in my observation, have little or no difference in them, but as they are or are not distinguished by education. Of Academies. In trouble to be troubled Is to have your trouble doubled. Robinson Crusoe. The Farther Adventures. A true-bred merchant is the best gentle- man in the nation. lb. THOMAS DEKKER (1580-1639). Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise. The Comedy of Patient Grlssil.* To add to golden numbers golden numbers. lb. Honest labour bears a lovely face. lb. what a heaven is love ! O what a hell ! The Honest Whore. Tart 1., Act 1, 1. 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. Act 1, 1. Were there no women, men might live like gods. Act S, 1. A patient man's a pattern for a king. Fart 2, ad Jin. HENRY DELAUNE (17th Century). Nature lets in to life but at one door ; But to go forth, Death opens many gates. Patricon Doron. [Sir] JOHN DENHAM (1615-1668). But wealth i» crime enough to him that's poor. Cooper's Hill. 1. 1S2. could I flow like thee,t 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. I. 189. Variety, which all the rest endears. I. 2^8. Happy when both to the same centre move. When Eings give liberty, and subjects love. I. SSS. Thus Kings, by grasping more than they could hold, First made their subjects by oppression bold ; And popular sway, by forcing Kings to give More than was fit for subjects to receive. Ran to the same extremes ; and one excess Made both, by striving to be greater, less. /. S43. Such was his force of eloquence, to make 'The hearers more concerned than he that spake ; Each seemed to act the part he came to see. And none was more a looker-on than he. On the Earl of Strafford's Trial and Death. 1. 11. * Written jointly by Tliomas Deklcer, Henry Cliettle and William Houghton. The lines quoted are attrihuted to Dekfcer. t The Thames. 108 DENHAM— DE QUINCBY. Now private pify strove with public hate, Beasoa with rage, aad eloquence with fate. On the Earl of Strafford's Trial and Death. I- 17. Forbidden wares sell twice as dear. Hatura Hatorata. /. 16. None know but they who feel the smart. Friendship and Single Ufe. /. 9. To him no author was unknown, Yet what he wrote was all his own. On Hr. Abraham Cowley'* Death. /. t9. Horace's wit and Virgil's state He did not steal, but emulate ; And when he would like them appear. Their garb, but not their clothes, did wear. I.SS. For all those pretty knacks yon compose, Alas, what are they but poems in inose r To the Five Members of the Hon. Honge of Commons. /. 41- But whither am I strayed ? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise. On Hr. John Fletcher's Works. /. 19. But yet beware of councils when too full ; Number makes long disputes. Of Prudence. I. S9. Debate destroys despatch, /. 63. Books should to one of these four ends conduce, For wisdom, piety, deb'ght, or use. I. 83. And what a trifle is a moment's breath, Laid in the scale with everlasting death ! /. 139. fVhen any ereat design thou dost intend. Think on the means, Ijhe manner, and the end. /. 186. When justice on offenders is not done, Law, government, and commerce are over- thrown. Of Juatloe. 1. 85. Darkness our guide, Despair our leader was.* Essay on Vlr^'s Xnets. 'Tis the most oortaai sign the world's accurst. That the best things corrupted are the worst. The Prolress of LearnlDg. I. ITS. Tlirough seas of knowledge wo our course advonoe, Discovering still new worlds of ignoiiuiae. 1.196. Hope, or belief, or guess, mves some relief, But to be sure we are deceived, brings grief l.fXX). Nor ought a genius less than his tliat writ Attempt translation. To Sir Rtohard Faashaw. ;. .0. • Set DryiJen i " Night was o«r tftond," oto. For never any man was yet so old ' Bnt hoped his life one wintrar more m^lit hold. Of Old Age. Bnrt 1, 1. OS. Which by degrees invisibly doth creep ; Nor do we seem to die, bat fall asleep. Iiiftl,I.ie4. Bnt age is froward, uneasy, scmtaions. Hard to be pleased, and paisimomoaa. Iiart3.LtSS. Onr nature here is not onHke onr wine ; Some sorts, when old, continue brisk and fine. /. i4S. Hence bom an inn, not from my home Iposs. Pttrti,l.lSS. Actions of the last age are like almanaca of the last year. na Sophy. Fear and Guilt An the same tbings, and when onr actioni are not. Our fean ai^ oimes. Ik. Uncertnin ways misafeet ara^ And doubt a greater miscfai^ than de^air. A. Why should we Anticipate our sorrows ? 'Tis Uke (hose 1 hat £e for fear of death. A. THOMAS DENMAN. Lor4 DcaMft (1TT9-18M). A delusion, a mockery, and a snara. The mere repetition of Uie Omtibmrn of tFe hiwyers cannot make it law. /A, THOS. DE QDINCEY (ITSS-UStK Set np as a theatrical scarecrow for superstitious tenors. CoBlssBlaBB of aa BBgUah 0^«m latHu Pnfim to the Orifimil Xditim, IStt. Tho mamoty strengthens as yon law Imr. dens upon it, and becomes trustww&y aa you trust it. j\J^ /_ Better to stand ten thoosand saeera than one ahiduiB pang, such as tima oould not abohsh, of bitter self-raproaol^ H, Thou hast the keys of PaEsdise, O just, subUe, and mighty opium ! JWrt g. An Iliad of woes. y), I feel assured there is no mdt thing as ultimate forfittutf; traces onaa imiiiiMiufl upon the memory are iudestruoSbla. The public is a had goanw. iMMffc JProtmtmitim. Friends are as dangeroiu as enemies. DIBDIN. 109 CHARLtS bIBbIN (1745-1814). For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Poor Jack. There's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Jh. What argufies snivelling and piping your eye ? U. And fancy paints the muiBed drum, And plaintive fife, And the loud volley o'er the grave, That sounds sad requiems to the hrave. Farewell and Return. Tlien trust me there's nothing like drinking So pleasant on this side the grave ; It keeps the unhappy from thinking. And makes e'en the valiant more brave. Nothing like Grog. Then farewell, my trim-built wherry ! Oars, and coat, and badge farewell ! Poor Tom. If, my hearty, you'd not like a lubber appear, Tou must very well know how to hand, reef, and steer. Sounding the Bowl, Tis grog, only grog. Is his rudder, his compass, his cable, his log ; The sailor's sheet anchor is grog. 7he Sailor's Sheet Anchor. And did you not hear of a, jolly young waterman, Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply ? He feathered his oars with such skill and dexterity Winning each heart and delighting each eye. The Jolly Young Waterman, As he rowed along thinking of nothing at all. lb. What argufies pride and ambition ? Soon or late death will take ns in tow : Each bullet has got its commission. And when our time's come we must go. Each Bullet has its Commission. 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.* lb. ' Inscribed on Charles Dibdin's gravestone, in the cemetery of St. Martiii's-in-the-Fields, Camden Town. The song was written on the occasion of the death of the poet's brother, for many years master of a merchant vessel. In eveiy mess I find a friend, In every port a wife.f Jack In his Element. For a soldier I listed, to grow great in fame, And be shot at for sixpence' a day. Charity. But 'tis always the way on't ; one scarce finds a brother Fond as pitch, honest, hearty, and true to the core. But by battle, or storm, or some damned thing or other, He's popped-off the books and we ne'er sec him more ! Grieving's a Folly. For if bold tars are Fortune's sport, StiU are they Fortune's care. The BlJnd Sailor. And the sign of a true-hearted sailor Is to give and to take a good jokfe. Jack at the Windlass. Misfortune ever claimed the pity of the brave. The Veterans. Mayhap you have heard that as dear as their lives All true-hearted tars love their ships and their wives. The Nancy. But since he died in honour's cause 'Twas all one to Jack All's One to Jack. But they that han't pity, why I pities they. True Courage. I your angels don't like, — I love women. Nature and Nancy. But the standing toast that pleased me most Was, "The wind that blows, the ship that goes. And the lass that loves a sailor ! " The Standing Toast. From the Comic Opera, " I'he Round Robin." {JProduced June ^1, 1811.} Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle ? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. Captain Wattle and Hiss Roe, THOS. DIBDIN (1771-1841). O, it's a snug little island ! A right little, tight little island ! Search the globe round, none can be found So happy as this little island. The Snug Little Island. Then a very great war-man, called Billy the Norman, Cried, D— n it, I never liked my land ; It would be much more handy to leave this Nor«sa«dy And live on yon beautiful island. lb. t See Gay, p. 141. 110 DICKENS. CHARLES DICKENS (1812-1870). Grief never mended no broken bones, and, as good peo]>Ie's very scarce, what I says is, mi&e' the most on 'em.* Sketches by Box. Gin-Shop$. A smattering of everything, and a know- ledge of nothing. {Minerva Mouu.) Smtiment. If the Parks be " the lungs of London," we wonder what Greenwich Fair is— a periodical tn«aking out, we suppose — a sort of spring rash, Greenwich Fair. He had used the word in its Fickwiddan sense ... he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view. Flckwlok Papera. Chap. 1. Great men are seldom over scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire. Chap. S. HalfrSrCrown in the bill, if you look at the waiter, lb. £ent, sir — everybody knows Kent — apples, cherries, hops, and women. lb. Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this, that drowning would be happiness and peace ? Vkap. S. Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old. Chap. 6. "It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. SnodgrasB, in a broken voice, " It was the salmon." Chap. 8. " I wants to make your flesh creep," replied the boy, lb. Froud o' the title, as the Living Skel- Uugton said ven they showed him. CA^rp. IS. I shall bo a' gen'l'm'n myself one of these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer-house m the badt garden. Chap. 16. Blest if I don't think he's got a main in his head, as is always turned on. lb. Battledore and shuttlecock's a weiy good game, vhen you a'u't the shuttlecock and two lawy^nl the battledbros, in wich case it gets too ezoitin' to be pleasant. Chap. to. Mr. Wellor's knowledge of London woa extensive and peculiar. jj. The wiotim o' oounubiality, H, Called me wessel, Sammy— a weasel o£ ^a*''- Chap. M, "It's a w«ry rsmnrkable oireumstanea, sir," aiud Sam, "that poverty and oysters Rilwa^B seem to go togethw," /i, • S«« BngUsli proVMbi " Qoocl psoiilo are sonice," " Weiy good poww o' suction, J Eaid Mr. Araier file elder. . . . "Tou'd ^^ made on uncommon fine oystei^ Bammy, it you'd been bom in that station o' life." ' Chap. tS.- It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one conaolatioii, as tiiey always says in Turkey. ■'*■ "Dnmb as a dram vith a hole in it, at," replied Sam. Chap. 96. "Verj glad to see yon,' indeed, and hope our aoquaintanoe may be a long 'un, as lae genTm^n said to the fi' pan' note. lb.- Our noble aocietr for providing the infant negroes in the west Indies with flannd waistooats and moial poAet-handkBiriiiBft. Chap.B. Wen you're a married man, Susivclf' you'll anderstaad a good many things as you don't ondetstaad now ; bat vatttr it's worth while goin' tlnoiu^ so modi to kim so little, as the diarity boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter o'. taste. <3tap. S8. ^ " Ecoraitridties of genius, Sam," said lb. Pickwick. Chtf.30. A double' glass o' the inwariable. Ch^SS. Poetscy^ omiat'nl: no man ew talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Wanoa's blaokin' or Bowland's oil, or soma o' them low fellows. It. " That's layfher a gaddenpoli up, ain't it, Sammy f" inquiiedMr. WeUer. "Not a tut Secret, and self -contained, and rolitaiT as an oyster. A Christmaa CaNL Sitetw i. In eame Mis. Feiziwife one vast sub- stantial smile. fiCotw fL Oh, let us love our oocupationB, Bless the squire and his relationB, Live upon our daily rations. And always know our proper staliiHta. The Chimes. Smi Quat-tir. Let us have no meondcaioc. David CewwAsM. CSky. X. " I am a lone lom et«etar," were Iba. Gummidge's words, . . . "and eraTChiiik goes oontrairy with me." Cmy. 1. " I feel it more than other people," said Mrs. Qummidge. Jh She's been thiukins of the old 'an. A. Barkis is wiUin'. CXiy. S. I live on broken witUes— and I sleep on the coals. J}. " Whisn a man says he's wilHa',*' said Mr, BarldB, , , , "it's as much as to say. that man's a-waitiu' for aanswai.*' QufJi. "In case anything turned up," whioh was his [Mr. Micawher's] fttvowito «. preasion. a^ u^ DICKENS. 113 I never will desert Mr. Micawter. {Mrs. Micawber.) David Copperfleld. Chap.lZ. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen nineteen sis, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditui'e twenty pound ought and six, result misery. {Mr. Micawber.) Mr. Dick had been for upwards of ten years endeavouring to keep King Charles the First out of the Memorial ; but he had been constantly getting into it, and was there now. C/iaji. IS We are so very 'umble. ( Uriah Seep.) Chap. 17. 'Orses and dorgs is some men's fancy. They're wittles and drink to me. Chap. 19. I only ask for information. {Miss JRosa Dartle.) Chap. W. "It was as true," said Mr. EarMs, . . . "as taxes is. And nothing's truer than them." Chap. 21. What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain't it? {Miss Mowc/ier.) Chap. n. " Oh, surely ! surely ! " said Mr. Spenlow. . . . " I should be happy myself to propose two months, . . . but I have a partner, Mr. Jerkins." Chap, a "People can't die, along the coast," said Mr. Peggotty, " except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be bom, imless it's pretty nigh in — not properly born, till flood. He's a-going out with the tide."* Chap. SO. But I forgive you. ... I do, and you can'thelp yourself. {X7riah Seep.) Chap.42. I am sufficiently behind the scenes to know the worth of political life. ■ I am quite an infidel about it, and sliall never be converted. Chap. 4S. I'm Gormed — and I can't say no fairer than that ! {Mr. Peggotty.) Chap. 63. This is a London particular ... a fog, miss. Bleak House. Chap. S. "Not to put too fine a point upon it " — a favourite apology for plain-speaking with Mr. Snagsby. Chap. 11. He wos wery good to me, he wos. {Jo.) Chap. 11. "My friends," says he, "I remember a duty unfulfilled yesterday. It is right that I should be chastened m some penalty." {Chadband.) Chap. 19. * "Plinj' Lath an odd and remarkable Passage concerning the Death of Men and Animals upon the Recess or Ebb of the Sea."— Sir Thos. Biowne's "Letter to a Friend" (c. 1650), sec. 7. 8a The Chadband style of oratory is widely received and much admired. Chap. 19. Jobling, there are chords in the human mind. {Guppy.) Chap. W. " It is," says Chadband, " the ray of rays, the sun of suns, the moon .of moons, the star of stars. It is the light of Terewth." Chap. 25. It's my old girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained. {Mr. Bagnet. ) Chap. a. It is a melancholy truth, that even great men have their poor relations. Chap. 2S. Never have a. mission, my dear child. {Mr. Jellyby.) Chap. SO. It was not the custom in England to confer titles on men distinguished by peaceful services, however good and great ; unless occasionally, when they consisted of the accumulation of some very large amount of money. Chap. S5. We all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money. {Mr. Slcimpole.) Chap. 4S. Hasn't a doubt — zample — far better hang wrong fler than no fler. {The '' debilitated cousin.") Chap. 5S. "You don't happen to know why they killed the pig, do you ? " retorts Mr. Bucket. ..." Why, they killed him ... on ac- count of his having so much cheek." Chap. 53. Why then we should drop into poetry. {Silas Wegg.) Our Hutnal Friend. Book 1, chap. 5. Meaty jelly, too, especially when a httle salt, which is the case when there's ham, is mellering to the organ. lb. Mr. Podsnap settled that whatever he put behind him he put out of existence. . . . Mr. Podsnap had even acquired a peculiar flourish of his right arm in often clearing the wo^ of its most diificult problems, by sweeping them behind him. {rodsnappery .) Chap. 11. Like inscriptions over the graves of dead businesses. Chap. I4. I know their tricks and their maimers. Book 2, chap. 1. Mrs. Higden, Mrs. Higden, you was a woman and a mother, and a mangier in a million milUon. Chap. 9. The dodgerest of all the dodgers. Chap. 13. Demon— with the highest respect for you —behold your work ! {Mr. G. Sampson.) ■ Book 4. Chap 5. DICKENS— DISRAELI. Now what I want is, Tacts. Facts aldne ai'e wanted in life. , ?; Hard Times. Booh 1, chap. 1. He's tough, ma'am, tough is J. B. Tough and de-vilish sly.* , Dombey and Son. Book 1, chap. 7, When found, make a note of. (Captain OitttJe.) Chap. 15. If he's a change, give me a constancy. Chap. 18, Train up a fig-tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under thfe shade of it. Chaip. 19, Cows are my passion. Chap. Zl. The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it. Chap. ^S. I mfiy not be Meethosalem, but I ani not a child in arms. Chap. 44. If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is. Chap. 48, Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Qffice was beforehand with all the public departments in the art pf perceiving — how not to bo it. Little Dorrlt. Fart 1, chap. 10. Look here. Upon my soul you mustn't come into the place saying you want to know, you know, lb. I hate a fool. {Mr.F.'s J.tmt.) Chap. IS. Take a little time — count five and twenty, Tattycoram. Chap. I4. In company with several other old ladies of both sexes. Xlhap, 17. A person who can't pay gets another person who can't pay to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don't make either of them able to do a walking match. Chap. ^S. Father is rather vulgar, my dear. The word Papa, besides, gives a pretty form to the lips. Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism are all very good worSs for the lips; especially prunes and prism.t PaH «, chap 5. That's a Blazing strange answer. A Tale of Two Cities. Book 1, chap, t I pass my whole time, miss, in turning an immense pecuniary Mangle. Chap. 4. The interest was, at the root of it, Ogreish.- Book g, chap. g. The earth and the fulness thereof are mine, saith Monseigneur. Chap. 7. * See Smollett. t " At this every My drew up her mouth as it going to prononnce the -letter P."— Letter froin Oliver Goldsmith to Eolit. Bryanton, Sept., 1763. J. DICKINSON (1688-1747). By nnJting we stand, "by dividing we fall- i The Liberty Song. [Sir] KENELM DIGBY (1603-1666). Men .take more pains to lose themselves than would be requisite to keep them in the right road; The Broad Stone ol Honour. . ', • ■ '. Cfoekfridns, 10. WENTWORTH DILLON, Earl of Roscommon (1633-1684). Serene and clear, harmonious Horace flowaj, With sweetness not to be expressed in prose. Essay on Translated Verse. I. 4i- But who did ever, in French authors, see The comprehensive English energy f I. 51. Bemember Milo's, end. Wedged in that timber which he stove 1|o rend, I. 87, Choose an author as you choose a friend, . , 1.96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. 1.118. Pride (of all others the most dangerous fault). Proceeds from want of sense, or vrant of thought. I. 161. Tet be not blindly guided by^ the throng ; The multitude is always in the wrong. . I. 183. But what a thoughtless animal is man ! (How very active in his own trepan !) Ti'ue poets are the guardians of the state. I. S5G. Sound judgment is the ground of writing well. Horace's Art of Poetry. I. S4S. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Bo not forsake me in the end. On the Day of Judgment.]; BENJAMIN DISRAELI, Earl of Beaconsfield (1804-1881). The microcosm of a public school. Vivian Grey. Book 1, c'lap. S. I hate definitions. Book IS, chap. C. Experience is the child of Thought, and Thought is the child of Action. We cannot learn men from books. Book 5, ehap. 1. Variety is the mother of enjoyment, . ' . ' Chap. 4. There is moderation even in excess. Book 6, chap. 1. Man is not the creature of circumstances. Circumstances are the creatures of men. ;, ■ Chap. 7 . i Tmnalation, of " Dies Irse," DISRAELI. 115 His hump was subdued into a Grecian bend. Vivian Grey. Booh 8, chap. 1. " The age of chivalry is past,"* said Miss Dacre. "Bores have succeeded to dragons." The Young Duke. Book £, chap. 5. A canter is the cure for every evil.t Chap. 11. Eloquence ia the child of Knowledge. Book 5, chap. 6. The lawyer has spoiled the statesman [of Brougham]. ji. A man may speak very well in the House of Commons, and fail very completely in the House of Lords. There are two distinct styles requisite; I intend in the course of my career, if I have time, to give a specimen of both. Chap. 7. Child of Nature, learn to unlearn. Contarinl Fleming. Fart 1, chap. 1. I grew intoxicated with my own eloquence. Chap. 7. Nature is more powerful than education ; J time will develop everything. Chap. IS. With words we govern men. Chap. 21. The practice of politics in the Bast may be defined by one word — dissimulation. Fart 5, chap. 10. They revenged themselves on tyranny by destroying civilisation. Chap. I'i. We cannot eat the fruit while the tree is in blossom. Alroy. Chap. Jf. No dinner goes off well without him [ApoUo], {Jupiter.') Ixlon In Heaven, Fart 1, 1. The fruit of my tree of knowledge is plucked, and it is this, " Adventures are to the Adventurous. ' ' Written in the Album of Minerva, by Ixion in Heaven. Fart 2, 2. Thought is often bolder than speech. Fart 2, S. They [the Furies] mean well ; their feel- ings are strong, but their hearts are in the right place. {Fhito). The Infernal Marriage. Fart 1, 1. " I make it a rule only to believe what I understand," replied Proserpine. Fart 1, Ji. Though lions to their enemies they were lambs to their friends. Farl %, 6. For the Elysiaus the sun seems always to have just set. Fart 4, 2. In politics experiments mean revolutions. Popanllla. Chap. 4. Note (dated 1828). • See Burke. + See Praed. 4 " La Nature a toujonra 6t6 en eux plus forte que l'6ducation," — Voltaibe, " Life of Molifere." I suppose, to i^e our national motto, some- thing will turn up. [Motto of Vraibleusia]. Chap. 7. "I rather like bad wine," said Mr. Mountchesney ; " one gets so bored with good wine." Sybil. Book 1, chap. 1. < To do nothing and get something fottned a boy's ideal of a manly career. Chap. 5. ' To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge. lb. As property has its duties as well as its rights, rank has its bores as well as its pleasures. Book 2, chap. 11. Tobacco is the tomb of love. (Egremont.) Chap. 16. Little thiogs affect little minds. BooJt S, chap. 2. We all of us live too much in a circle. Chap. 7. I was told that the Privileged and the People formed Two Nations. Book 4, chap. 8. There is no wisdom like frankness. Chap. 9. A public man of light and leading. § Book B, chap. 1. Feeble deeds are vainer far than words. Chap. 3. " Frank and explicit "—that is the right line to take when you wish to conceal your own mind and to confuse the mini& of others. (T/je Gentleman in Downing Street.) Book 6, chap. 1. The Touth of a Nation are the trustees of Posterity. Chap. IS. Debt is the prolific mother of folly, and of crime. ^^..^^ Henrietta Temple. Booh %, chap. 1. There is no love but at first sight. Chap. 3. We moralise when it is too late ; nor is there anything more silly than to regret. One event makes another ; what we anticipate seldom occurs ; what we least expected generally happens. Chap. 4- There is no love but love at first sight. Fit, The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end. Book 4, chap. I, Time is the great physician. Book 6, chap. 9. Nature has given us two ears but only one mouth. Chap. 24i Tadpole and Taper were great friendf^ Neither of them ever despaired of ths Commonwealth. Conlngsby. Book 1, chap. X. i See Burko. 116 DISRAELI. England is unrivalled for two things — sporting and politics. Coningsby. Sook 2, chap. 1. No Government can be long secure with- out a formidahle Opposition. /*• A Government of statesmen or of clerks ? Of Humbug or of Humdrum ? Chap. 4- Adventures are to the adventurous, {Sidonia. ) Booh 3, chap. 1. Almost everything (hat is great has been done by youth. (Sidonia.) Il>. Youth is a blunder ; Manhood is a ^ ttruggle ; old age a regret. (Sidonia.) lb. You may think there are greater things than war. I do not ; I worship the Lord of Hosts. (Sidonia.) lb. Nurture your mind with great thoughts. To believe in the heroic makes heroes. (Sidonia.) lb. It seems to me a barren thing this Con- servatism—an unhappy cross-breed, the mule of politics that engenders nothing. (Eustace .tyle.) Chap. B. I have ever been of opinion that revolu- tions are not to be evaded. (Sidonia.) Book Jf, chap. 11. The depositary of power is always un- popular. (Sidonia.) " Chap. 13. Man is only truly great when he acts from the passions. (Sidonia.) lb. Man is made to adore and to obev. (Sidonia.) lb. The only useless life is woman's. (Princess Lticretia.) Chap. 15. The frigid theories of a generalising age. Book 9, chap. 7. A conviction that what is called fashion- able life was a compound of frivolity, of fraud and vice. Tancred. Book 1, Chap. 2. Nothing like mamma's darling for upset- ting a coach. Chap. 3. Feminine vanity ; that divine gift which makes woman charming. Book ?, Chap. S. Guanoed her mind by reading French novels. Chap. 9. That fatal drollery called a representative government. Chap. IS. A majority is always the best repartee. Chap. IJf. He was fresh, and full of faith that "something would turn up." Book 3, Chap. 8. SUenoe is the mother of Truth. Book 4, C/wp.. 4. Men moralise among- rums. Book 6, Chap. o. London is a modem Babylon. lb. The divine right of kings may have been a plea for feeble tyrants, but the divme right of government is the keystone of human progress, and without it govern- ments sink into police, and a nation is degraded into a mob. Lothair. General Preface (ISiO). London is a roost for every bird. Chap. 11.- "They say primroses make a capital salad," said Lord A. Jerome. "Barbarian!" exclaimed Lady St. Jerome. Chap. 13. The world is wearied of statesmen, whom democracy has degraded into politicians. Chap. 17. " The present interests me more than the past," said the lady, "and the future more than the present." (I'heodora Campion.) Chap. U. The feeling of satiety, almost inseparable from large possessions, is a surer cause of misery than ungi'atified desires. ( Tlisodora Campian.) Chap. SS. London — a nation, not a city. Chap. ?7. The gondola of London [a hansom].* Chap. n. "When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world. Chap. 29. The morning air is so refreshing when one has lost one's money. lb. I have always thought that every woman should marry, and no man. (Sugo Bohun.) Chap. SO. T would not answer for myself if I could find an affectionate family, with good shoot- ing and flrst-rate claret. (Mtiffo Bohun.) lb. The blunders of youth are preferable to the triumphs of manhood, or tiie success of old age. Chap. ST. You know who the critios are ? The men who have failed in literature and art. Chap. 35. " There are amusing people who do not interest," said the Monsignore, " and inter- esting people who do not amuse." Chap. 4I. * This is perhnjis derived from " May Fair, " a satire publislietl in 1S27. " There beauty halt her glory veils. In cabs^thoso gondolas on wheels." Mr. H. Schiitz Wilson, however, claims to have originated the saying as applied to a hansom in a novel "The Tliree Paths'" (1S69). M. H. do Bilzac in " Pliysiologie du Mariage " (lS-><») spealis of Preneli cabs (Hatres) 41s " ces gondoles pansjenncs." _, . DISKAELI. 117 ■"'Myidea of tin tigreeable person," said Hugo Boh\m, " is si person who agrees with tne." Lothair. Chap. 41. "I don'-t Eke Bishops; I think there is mo use in ttiem ; but I have no objection to Ihim personally ; I think him an agreeable iman^ not at all a bore." (Lord St. AJde- •^onde.) Chap. Jft. To close this career of plundering and Bilundering. Letter : To Lord Grey de Wilton, October, 1S7S. I will sit down now, but the time will come when you will hear me. Speeches :-~Maiden Speech in the Souse of Commons, 1837. The Continent will not sufEer England to be the workshop of the world. Hmise of Commons, March IS, 1538. Free Trade is not a principle ; it is an expedient. Apiil 25, 184$. The noble lord (Lord Stanley) is the Eupert of debate. House of Commons, April, 1844- The Eight Honourable gentleman (Sir Robert Peel) caught the Whigs bathing and walked away with, their clothes, Soase of Commons, February ^8, 1845. My belief that a Conservative Government is an organised hypocrisy. Speech against Sir £obert Feel's Government, Souse of Commons, March 17, 1845. A precedent embalms a principle.* House of Commons, February S3, 1848. The sweet simplicity of the Three per Cents. House of Commons, February 19, 1850. England does not love coalitions. House of Commons, December, 1852. Batavian grace. t Speech in the House of Commons referring to Mr. SerMford, Hope. It is much easier to be critical than to be con'ect. Hcmse of Commons, January 24, 1860. The characteristic of the present age is a craving credulity. Speech at Oxford Diocesan Conference, IS64. The question is this : Is man an ape or an an'gel ? I, my lord, I am on the side of the angels. " Lb. • Also in " Indymion," Chap. 9, 1. 162. But Lord Chancellor StowSU seems to have originated the saying. (See William Seott, Lord Stowell.) t " O crassum ingeniiim I Snspicor fuisse Ba- tavum.** — Erasmus, "Naufragium." [Oh I dense iutelligence ! 1 suspect that it was Batavian, »,p.'-froin Hie Netherlaifds— otlfer\ylse gatftvia), Ignorance never settles a question. Souse of Cotmnons, May I4, 1866. Individuals may form communities, but it is institutions alone that can create a nation. At Manchester, 1866. We have legalised confiscation, we have consecrated sacrilege, we have condoned treason. House of Commons, 1S71. I believe that without party Parlia- mentary Government is impossible. Manchester, April S, 1S72. As I sat opposite the Treasury Bench, the Ministers reminded me of those marine land- scapes not unusual on the coasts of South America. You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. lb. A university should be a place of light, of liberty, and of learning. House of Commons, March 11, 1873. One who is a great master of gibes and flouts and jeers. { Referring to his colleague, the Marquis of Salisbury). House of Commons, 1874. A sophistical rhetorician, inebriated with the exuberance of his own verbosity. Speech at the Biding School, London, July 27, im. A series of conn-atulatory regrets. July 30, 1S78. In reference to Lord Har- tington's resolution on the Berlin treaty. The hare-brained chatter of irresponsible frivolity. Speech at Guildhall, London, November 9, 1878. The British Army is the guardian of our Empire, but the Volunteer Force is the garrison of our hearths and homes. Aylesbury, February 18, 1879. One of the greatest of Eomans, when asked what were his politics, replied, "Imperium et libertas." That would not make a bad programme for a British Ministry.! Mansion House, London. November 10, 1879. ISAAC D'ISRAELI (1767-1848). The defects of great men are the consola- tion of the dunces. Essay on the Literary Character. He wreathed the rod of criticism with roses. , 0° Bayle. i This expression is found in " Divi Brifan- nici " hy Sir Winston Churchill, 1676, p. 340 : "Here the two great interests Impkmom T.r Libertas, res olim insooiabiles (saith Tacitus), began to incounter each other." In Tacitus (" Agiicola," Chap. 3), the expression is "Prinoi- patus ao libertas," which are mentioned as "res olim dissociabiles." Cicero has " Libertatom imjicriumque " ("Philippica," 4, 4). 118 DOBBLL-DODGSON. The wisdom of the wise, and the expeii- ence of ages, may he preserved hy quota- tSns. Curiosities of Literature. One may quote till one compiles, H- The art of quotation requires more delicacy in the practice than those conceive who can see nothing more in a quotation than an extract. -^ • SYDNEY DOBELL (1824-1874). As grand And gi'iefless as a rich man's funeral. ^ A Musing on a Yiotory. If England's head and heart were one, Where is that good heneath the sun Her nohle hands should leave undone :■ A Shower In War-time. AUSTIN DOBSON (b. 1840). The ladies of St. James's ! They're painted to the eyes ; Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies ; But Phyllida, my Phyllida ! Her colour comes and goes ; It tremhles to a lily,— It wavers to a rose. At the Sign of the Lyre. Not as ours the books of yore— Rows of type, and nothing more. To a Missal of the Thirteenth Century. [Rev. Dr.] PHILIP DODDRIDGE (1702-1751). Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seiae the pleasures of the present day ; Live while you Uve, the sacred preacber cries. And give to God each moment as it flies. Lord, in my view let both united be ; I live in pleasure when I live to thee. Epigram on his Family Arms.* [Rev.] CHARLES L. DODGSON (" LEWIS CARROLL ") (1832- 1898.) Do cats eat bats ? Do bats eat cats ? Alice in Wonderland. Chap. 1, How cheerfully ho seems to grin. How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws ! Chap. S. "You are old. Father William," the young man said, " And your hair has become very white ; Andyetyou incessantly stand on your head — Do you think, at your age, it is right? " • The motto attached to the arras was "Du\n Tivimus vivanma." " - '■In my youth," Father WilUam replied to his son, . ., -u ;« . " T feared it might injure the biam , But now that I'mVrfeitly Bur«,I ^^^-^^^J Why, I do it again and again.' Chap. 5. Speak roughly to your Uttle boy, And beat him when he sneezes ; He only does it to annoy. Because he knows it teases. For he can thoroughly enjoy The pepper when he pleases. Chap. 6. lb. " Twinkle, twinkle, Uttle bat ! How I wonder what you" re at ! C/iap. I. " They drew all manner of things— every- thing that begins with an M — -. ' " Why with an M ? " said Ahce. " Why not ? " said the March Hare. lb. The Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about, and shouting " Off with his head! " or "Off with her head," about once in a minute. Chap. 8. "Tut, tut, child," said the Duchess. " Everything's got a moral if only you can find it." Chap. 9. Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves. Uu That's nothing to what I oould say if I chose. -'*■ " Reeling and Wiithing, of course, to begin with," the Mock Turtle replied ; " and then the different branches of Arithmetic- Ambition, Distraction, tJgUfioatiou and Derision." Chap. 10. " That's the reason they're called lessons," the Gryphon remarked; "because they lessen from day to day." lb, " Will you walk a little faster ? " said a whiting to a snail, " There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail." Chap. 11. But the snail replied, " Too far, too far ! " and gave a look askance — Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. lb. The further off from England the nearer ia to France — Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. B, Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court. Chap. 12^ They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him : She gave me a good character, But s^id I could not swim. . Chap. IS, DODGSON— DOUGLAS. 119 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe ; All mimsy were the borogoves , And the mome raths outgrabe. Through the Looking-glass. Chap. 1. He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. Ih, And hast thou slain the Jabberwock ? Come to my arms, my beamish boy ! frabjous day ! Cajlooh ! Callay ! He chortled in his joy. lb. Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time. Chap. 2. Speak in French when you can't think of the Bnghsli for a thing. lb. But four young Oysters humed up, AH eager for the treat ; Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat — And this was odd, because, you know. They hadn't any feet. Chap. ■?. And thick and fast they came at last. And more, and more, and more. lb. " The time has come," the Walrus said, " To talk of many things : Of^oes— and ships— and sealing-wax^ Of cabbages-^and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings." lb. " It seems a shame," the Walrus said, " To play them such a trick. After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick ! " The Carpenter said nothing hut " The butter's spread too thick ! " lb. " I weep for you," the Walrus said, " I deeply sympathize ; " With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size. Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. lb. The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday — ^but never jam to day. lb,, As large as life, and twice as natural. Ohap. 7. It's my own invention. Chap, 8, His intimate friends called him " Candle. ends," And his enemies, " Toasted-cheese." The Hunting of the Snark. Fit 1 They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care ; They pursued it with forks and hope ; They threatened its life with a railway- share ; They charmed it with smiles and soap. ■' ■ Ifit. S. ROBERT DODSLEY (1703-1764). One fond kiss before we part, Drop a tear and bid adieu. The Parting Kiss, Fasliions are for fools. Sir John Cockle at Court. Act 1, 1, JOHN DONNE (1572-1631). Who are a Uttle wise, the best fools be. The Triple Fool. She and comparisons are odious. Elegies. No, 8, The Comparison, I, 54, Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty dies. M, 11, The Anagram, I, m. This soul, to whom Luther and Mohammed were Prisons of flesh. Funeral Elegies. The Progress of the Soul — ■ Inflnitati Sacrnm, August 16, 1601, First Song, st, 7, Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought. That one might almost say, her body thought. On the Death of Mistress Drury, 1610. The Second Anniversary, I. S44. The household bird, with the red stomacher. Epithalamium. On Frederick Cmmt Falatine, I. 8. 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. Divine Fooms. The Sacrament. EARL OF DORSET {See THOMAS SACKVILLE). SARAH DOUDNEY (b. c. 1845). And a proverb haunts my mind, As a spell is cast ; " Th? mill cannot grind With the water that is past."* Lesson of the WatermlU. GAVIN DOUGLAS, Bishop of Dunkeld (c. 1474-1522). Dame Nature's minstrels.f Morning in May. And all small f oulis singis on the spray , Welcome the lord of light, and lamp of day. • " Oh seize the instant time ; you never wll With waters once passed by impel the mill." -Trench's" Poems," 'ed. 1865, p. 303: " Pi-oveibs, Turkish and Persian." There is also a Spanish proverb : " Agua passada no maelo molinu." t ISirds. 120 DRAKE— DEUMMOND. JOSEPH R. DRAKE (1795-1820). Naught is seen in the vault on high But the moon, and the stars, and the cloud- less sky. The Culprit Fay. St. 1. Left I for this thy shades, where none intrude, To prison wandering thought and mar sweet sohtude? Bronx. St. 7. When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure rohe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white. With streakings of the morning light. The American Flag. St. 1. J"Iag of the free heart's hope and home ! By angel hands to valour given ; The stars have lit the welkin dome. And all thy hues were bom in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? St.S. MICHAEL DRAYTON (1563-1619). Ill news hath wings, and with the wind ■ doth go ; Comfort's a cripple, and comes ever slow. The Baron's Wars. Book $, st. 28. He was a man (then boldly dare to say) In whose rich soul the virtues well did suit ; In whom so mixed the elements all lay That none to one could sovereignty impxite. As all did govern, yet all did obey : He of a temper was so absolute As that it seemed when Nature him began. She meant to show all that might be iu man.* Booh- 3, St. io. The mind is free, whate'er afflict the man • A King's a King, do Fortune what she can. Boole 5, St. 36. O Misery ! where once thou art possessed, See but how quickly thou canst alter kind, And, like a Circe, metamorphosest The man that hath not a most godlike mind Book 6, St. 77. Thus when we fondly flatter our desires Our best conceits do prove the greatest liars. Book 6, St. 94. Ill did those mighty men to trust theef with their story ; That hast forgot their names who reared thee for their glory. Poly-olbion. Song 3, 1. 61. • C/. Shakespeare. "Julius Cicsar," Act 6, 6. t Stouehengc. That shirej which we the heart of England well may call. Song IS, J. S. Where from all rude resort he happily doth dwell. Song 13,1.175. Care draws on care, woe comforts woe again ; Sorrow breeds soitow, one grief brings forth twain. England's Heroical Epistles, Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey, to the Lady Geraldine. I. 87. When Time shall turn those amber locks to grey, My verse again shall gild and make them gay. /. 123. None but the base in baseness do delight. Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy, The subtlest tempter has the smoothest style ; Sirens sing sweetest when they would betray. Legend of Matilda the Fair. For that fine madness he did still retain, Which rightly should possess apoet's brain. To H. Reynolds. {Cf. Marlowe). Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Ideas. Sonnet 61. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain, lb. Saith he, " Yet are you too unkind, If in your heart you cannot find To love us now and then." Pastorals. Eclogue, 4. Of courtesy the flower. lb. He made him turn, and stop, and bound. To gallop, and to trot the round. He scarce could stand on any ground, He was so full of mettle. Nymphidia. The Court of Fairy. St. 63. Reason sets limits to the longest grief. Moses, Mb Birth and Miracles. Book 1. WILLIAM DRUMMOND (1585-1649). Earth's sweetest joy is but disguised woe. Song. Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings, Sole comforter of minds with grief oppressed. (Sleep.) Sonnet. He lives who dies to win a lasting name. Sonnet. How many troubles are with children born ' Yet he that wants them counts liimself forlorn. Translation of Yerses of St. John Scot. Trust flattering life no more, redeem time past. And live each day as if it were thy last Flowers of Sin, l^ath's Last Will. X Warwickslijie. ~ DRUMMOND-DRYDEN. 121 [Sir] W. DRUMMOND (1770T-1828). He that will not reason is a bigot ; he that cannot reason is a fool; and he that dares not reason is a slave. Preface. JOHN DRYDEN (1631-1700). 'Bove any Greek or Boman name.* Death of Lord Hastings. !. 76. How shall I then begin, or where conclude, To draw a fame so truly cirfcular ? Death of Oliver Cromwell. St. 5. For he was great ere fortune made him so. St. 6. Dominion was not his design. St. 10. Peace was the prize of all his toil and care. St. 16. Treacherous Scotland, to no interest true, St. 17. For though some meaner artist's skill were shown, In mingling colours, or in placing light. Yet still the fair designment was his own. St. 24. His ashes in a peaceful um shall rest ; His name a great example stands, to show How strangely high endeavours may be blest, ' , Where piety and valour jointly go. St. S7. What king, what crown, from treason's reach is ftee. If Jove and heaven can violated be ? Astrsea Redux. I. 39. How easy 'tis, when destiny proves kind. With full-spread sails to run before the wind. 1.63. He made all countries where he came his own. /. 76. (Time) with his silent sickle. 1. 110. Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail, Our lion now will foreign foes assail. 1. 117. Those real bonds false freedom did impose. 1.152. We by our sufferings learn to prize our bliss. I. no. Good actions still mxict be maintained with good. As bodies nourished with resembling food. 1.77. To one well-bom the affront is worse and more. When he's abused and baffled by a boor. Satire on the Dutch. I. ^. Well may they boast themselves an ancient nation, For they were bred ere manners were in fashion. I. 31. Crouching at home, and cruel when abroad. Annus Kirabilis. St. 1. Trade which, like blood, should oironlarly flow. St. $. And threatening France, placed like u. painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. St. 39. As one that neither seeks nor shuns a foe. St. //I. The wild waves mastered him, and sucked him in. And smiling eddies dimpled on the main. St. 94. Women and cowards onthe land may lie. The sea's a tomb that's proper for the brave. St. 101. Bom, CsBsar-like, to write and act great deeds. St. 175. Such was the rise of this prodigious fire. Which, in mean buildings first obscurely bred, From thence did soon to open streets aspire, And straight to palaces and temples spread. St. U5. Out- weeps a hermit, and out-prays a saint. St. %61. How dull, and how insensible a beast Is man, who yet would lord it o'er the rest ! Essay upon Satire.t I. 1. Satire has always shone among the rest. And is the boldest way, if not the best, To tell men freely of their foulest faults ; To laugh at their vain deeds and vainer thou^ts. 1. 11. As men aim rightest when they shoot iu jest. I. W. False, foolish, old, ill-natured, and ill-bred. 1.73. With the submitted fasces of the main. I. 249. At home the hateful names of parties cease. And factious souls are wearied into peace. I. 312. Who all that while was thought exceeding We know those blessings, which we must wise, ,,„.,. , „„ Only for taking pams and telhng lies. I. 78. Learn to write well or not to write at all. I. 281. And judge of future by past happiness. Coronation of Charles II. /. 71. *■ " Above all Greek, above all Roman fame." — Pore, " Imit.'of Horace," Book 2, Ep. ], 26. ^ t Joint production of Dryden and tlie Earl of Mulgrave, 1679. 122 DRYDBN. In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin. Absalom and Achitopel. Fart 1, 1. 1. Whate'er he did, was done with so much ease. In Mm alone 'twas natural to please. I. 27. Tliey led their wild desires to woods and caves, And thought that all but savages were slaves. h S5. Plots, true or false, are necessary things. To raise up commonwealths, and ruin kings. (. 83. A ilery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er informed the tenement of clay. 1. 156. A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger when the waves ran high. I. 169. Great wits are sure to madness near allied. And thin partitions do their bounds divide.* 1. 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won + To that unfeathered two-legged thing, a sou. 1. 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. 1. 174. Then, seized with fear, yet still affecting fame. Usurped a patriot's all-atoning naihe. 1. 178. Swift of despatch and easy of access. 1. 191. And Heaven had wanted one immortal song, t But -wild ambition loves to slide, not stand. And fortune's ice prefers to virtue's land. /. 196. For politicians neither love nor hate. I. 2HS. Drawn to the dregs of a democracy. I. 2^7. The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme; The young men's vision, and the old men's di-eam!{ I. $3S. Behold him setting in his western skies. The shadows lengthening as the vapours I'ise. I. S6S. Than a successive title, long and dark Drawn from the musty rolls of Noah's' ark. What cannot praise effect in mighty minds When flattery soothes, and when ambition blinds? I SOI. * TranslMimt of a Latin proverb. t Of. Pope, " Essay on Man," En. 1, 22G t Under a portrait in KnoUes's " History of the Turks," printed about 1610, are tliese lines ; " Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand And leaves for Fortune's ice Vettue's flrme laud.'"' § Joel 2, 28. Desire of greatness is a godlike sin. I. S7S. All empire is no more than power in trust. /. 411. Better one suffer, than a nation grieve. /. 4^. He meditates revenge who least complains. ;. 446. And self-defence is nature's eldest law. I.4S8. Not only hating David, but the King. I. sn. Who think too little and who talk too much. I. 534. A man so various that he seemed to bo 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 chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buf- foon. I. 545. So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. I. 657. When two or three were gathered to declaim Against the monarch of Jerusalem, SMmei was always in the midst of them. ;. 601. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. 1.64s. Youth, beauty, graceful action never fail ; But common interest always will prevail ; And pity never ceases to be shewn To him who makes the people's wrongs his own. 1. 7^s. And peace itself is war in masquerade. |{ J. 75S. For who can be secure of private right. If sovereign sway may be dissolved by might ? ^ Nor is the people's judgment always true : The most may err as grossly as the few. I. 779. Him of the western dome, whose weio-ht-? sense " ■' Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. !. S68. Never was patriot yet, but was a fool. /. 969. But Esau's hands suit ill with Jacob's voice. I. 9S2. From plots and treasons Heaven preserve my years. But save me most from my petitioners ! I. 9So. Beware the fury of a patient man.U 1. 1005. II Of. also Part 2, 268 : " S^,'i'^ subtle covenants shall ho made, m c ivi r'<^'K:?/tself is war in masquerade." 1 tee Furor at la;s,a." ' DiiYDEN. 123 Freedom our pain, and plenty our disease. Absalom and Achltopel. Part t, I. SS. They first condemn that first advised the ill. 1. 183. And to talk treason for his daily bread. I. 351, Still violent, whatever cause he took. But most against the party he forsook ; For renegadoes, vpho ne'er turn by halves, Are bound in conscience to be double knaves. 1, 364. 7his comes of drinking asses' milk and writing. 1. 395. Made still a kind of blundering melody ; Spurred boldly on, and dashed thi'ough thick and thill, Through sense and nonsense never out nor m ; Free from all meaning, whether good or bad, And, in one word, heroically mad. . I. 413. For ev«y inch that is not fool is rogue. I. 463. Eliyme is tbe rock on whom thou art to wreck. 1. 4^6. Our mercy is become our crime. I. 734. The text inspires not them, but they the text inspire. The Medal. 1. 166. None are so busy as the fool and knave. I. 188. But treason is not owned when 'tis descried ; Successful Climes alone are justified. I. 207. To live at ease, and not be bound to think. I. fS6. A conventicle of gloomy, sullen saints. /. SS4. The surly commons shall respect deny, And justle peerage out with property. For my salvation must its doom receive, Not from what others, but what I believe. Rellgio Laid. I. 304. And still the nearer to the spring wego, More limpid, mOre unsoiled, the waters .flow. I.S40. Such diSerenoe is there in an oft-told tale ; But Truth, by its own sinews, will prevail. I. 348. When want of learning kept the laymen low. And none but priests were authorised to know ; . ,, When what small knowledge was, m them did dwell ; , , , ^ j j And he a god, who could but read and spell. '■ ^^• Sure there's a lethargy ia mighty woe, Tears stand congealed, and cannot flow ; And the fad soul retires into her inmost room. ThrenodJa Augugtalis. SI. 1, Supine amidst our flowing store, We slept securely, and we dreamt of more. lb. No slow disease To soften grief by just degrees. Ih. Ill news is winged with fate, and Hies apace. tii. a. Mute and magnificent without a tear. lb. Men met each other with erected look. The steps were higher that they took ; Friends to congratulate their friends made And long inveterate foes saluted as they passed. St. 4. Dissembled hate or varnished love. lb. Death never won a stake with greater toil. «. 5. That peace which made thy prosperous reign to shine, That peace thou leavest to thy imperial line. That peace, oh, happy shade, be ever thine. St. 9. Freedom! which in no other land will thrive — Freedom ! an English subject's sole pre- rogative. St. lU. For truth has such a face and such a mien. As to be loved needs only to be seen. Hind and the Panther. Fart 1, I. S3. But how can finite grasp infinity ? 1. 105. Beason to rule and mercy to forgive ; The first is law, the last prerogative. I. 261. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. I. m. Some souls we see Grow hard, and stiffen with adversity. I.4i3. As long as words a different sense will bear, And each may be his own interpreter, Our airy faith will no fouud3,tion find ; The word's a weathercock for every wiad. I. 4BB, More liberty begets desire of more ; The hunger still increases with the store. ^ 1. 519. Who can believe what varies every day. Nor ever was, nor will be at a stay ? Fart 2, I. 36. For all have not the gift of martyrdom. I. 59. You rule the Scripture, not the Scripture you, I' -^^^• Either be wholly slaves, or wholly free. t. 285. No written laws can be so plain, so pure, But wit may gloss, and malioe may obscure. I. 318* 124 DRYDBN. War seldom enters but where wealth allures. Hind and the Panther. I. 706. Much malice mingled with a little wit. FaH 3, 1. 1. For friendship, of itself a holy tie, Is made more sacred by adversity. I. 47. i"or gifts are scorned where givers are despised. ' l- 64- 'Tis easier far to flourish than to fight. For not to ask, is not to be denied. I. S4t. For present joys are more to flesh and blood Than a dull prospect of a distant good. I. 364. By education most have been misled ; So they believe, because they so were bred. The priest continues what the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man. /. 389. All human things are subject to decay, And when fate summons, monarchs must obey. MaoFlecknoe. 1. 1. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, But Shadwell never deviates into sense. 1.19. And torture one poor word a thousand ways. /. mS. As there is music uninformed by art. Epistles. To Sir R. Howard. 1. 1. ' A sober prince's government is best. I. 54. Desert, how known soe'er, is long delayed ; And then, too, fools and knaves are better paid. To Mr. lee. I. $1. But how should any sign-post dauber know. The worth of Titian or of Angelo ? ?. 51. To draw true beauty shows a, master hand. /. g^. Till barbarous nations, and more barbarous times, Debased the majesty of verso to rhymes. To the Earl of Roscommon. I. 11. A kind of hobbling prose. That limped along, and tinkled in the close. I IX To show the world that now and then Great ministers are mortal men. To Sir Geo. Etheredge. I. 43. Some very foolish influence rules the pit. Not always kind to sense, or just to wit. To Mr. Southerne. I. 3. Thus all below is strength and all above is grace. To Mr. Coiiffreve. !. 19. And Tom the second reigns like Tom the first. I AS. ' Heaven that but once was prodigal before. To Shakespeare gave as much; she could not give him more. i. Gti Be kind to my remains : and O defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! I. 73. How blessed is he who leads a country life, Unvexed with anxious cares, and void of strife ! Who, studying peace, and shunning civil rage. Enjoyed his youth, and now enjoys his age : All who deserve his love he makes his own ; And, to be loved himself, needs only to be known. To John Dry de>i of Chesterton. I. 1. Lord of yourself, uncumbered with a wife. I. 18. 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. I. 92. Even victors are by victories undone. 1. 164. Patriots in peace, assert the people's right ; With noble stubbornness resisting might. 1. 184. Such are thy pieces, imitating life. So near, they almost conquer in the strife. To Sir (r. Knelter. I. 18. Eome raised not art, but barely kept alive. I. 44- And rhyme began to enervate poetry. I. SU. Like women's anger, impotent and loud. I.S4. Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. Elegies. In Memo)-y of Mr. UWiam. Since Heaven's eternal year is thine. To the Memory of Mrs. AnncKilligreic . St. 1, While yet a young probationer And candidate of heaven. Jb, Her wit was more than mta, her innocence a child. ^t_ ^ Secure of bread as of returning li. He looked at Society from a liberal menagerie point of view. Daniel Deronda. Men's men : gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness. Foo/c 4, chap. 31. Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress. The Mill on the Floss. Fook 2, chap. 2. The law's made to take care of raskills. Fook 3, chap. 4- It is mere cowardice to seek safety in negations. Fook 5, chap. 3. [Rev.] EDWARD ELLERTON, D.D. (1770-1851). Now the labourer's task is o'er ; Now the battle day is past ; Now upon the farther shore Stands the voyager at last. Hymn. Now the labourer's task GEORGE ELLIS (pseudonym Sir Gregory Gander) (1745-1815). Snowy, Flowy, Blowy, Showery, Flowery, Bowery, Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy, Breezy, Sneezy, Freezy. The Twelvo Months. EMERSON. 129 RALPH WALDO EMERSON (1803-1882). I like a chvirch ; I like a cowl ; I like a prophet of the soul ; And on my heart monastic aisles Fall Jike sweet strains, or pensive smiles : Yet not for all his faith can see, Would I that cowled churchman be. The Problem. Not from a vain or shallow thought His awful Jove young Phidias brought. lb, Wrought in a sad sincerity. lb. He builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew. lb. Earth proudly wears the Parthenon " As the best gem upon her zone. lb. The frolic architecture of the snow. The Snowstorm. Bhodora ! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the marsh * and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. The Rhodora. Seeing only what is fair, Sipping only what is sweet. Thou dost mock at fate and care. To the Humble Bee. Good-bye, proud world ! Pm going home ; Thou art not my friend ; I am not thine. t Cood-bye, Proud World I I am going to my own hearth-stone. lb. A spot that is sacred to thought and God. lb. For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet? lb. Here once the embattled farmers stood. And fired the shot heard round the world. Hymn at Completion of Concord Monument. You cannot unlock your heart, The key is gone with them ; That silent organ loudest chants The master's requiem. Dirge. In the vaunted works of Art. The master-stroke is Nature's part. Art. Go where he will, the wise man is at home, His hearth the earth, his hall the azure dome. Wood-Hotes, fart 1, S. He who has a thousand friends has not a friend to spare. And he who has one enemy will meet him everywhere. Translations. From Omar Kliay Yam. * " Marsh " altered to " earth " in later editions. tThe second line was afterwards altered by Emerfon to: "Thou art uot my friend, and I'm pot thine." The most advanced nations are always tlioso who navigate the most. ' Society and Solitude. — Civilization. The planet itself splits his stick. lb. Hitch your waggon to a star. lb. Thought is the seed of action. Art. We are like the musician on the lake, whose melody is sweeter than he knows. lb. Nature paints the best part of the picture, carves the best part of the statue, builds the best part of the house, and speaks the best part of the oration. Jb. Raphael paints wisdom, Handel sings it, Phidias carves it, Shakspeare writes it, Wren builds it, Columbus sails it, Luther preaches it, Washington arms it, Watt mechanizes it. lb. We boil .it different degrees. Eloqu&nce. One of our statesmen said "The curse of this country is eloquent men." lb. Everything is my cousin. lb. The greatest man in history was the . poorest. Dmnestic Life. Poverty consists in feeling poor. lb, Happy will that house be in which the relations ai'e formed from character. lb. Nature works on a method of all for each and each for all. Farming. Invention breeds invention. Works and Days. Can anybody remember when the times were not hard, and money not scarce ? /}. The greatest meliorator of the world is selfish, huokstei-ing trade. lb.. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day is Doomsday. lb. The use of history is to give value to the present hour and its duty. lb. Hate at first sight. lb. Never read any book that is not a year old. Books. Knowledge is the antidote to fear. Courage. They can conquer who believe they can. lb. Our American people cannot be taxed with slowness in performance, or in praising their performance. Successm Self-trust is the first secret of success. lb. The sum of wisdom is, that the time is never lost that is devoted to work. Jb. 130 BMEESON. 'Tis the good reader that makes the good took. Society and Solitude. Success. There was never poet who had not the heart in the right place. H. The surest poison is time. Old Age. Skill to do comes of doing. lb. America is the country of young men. II). There is properly no history, only bio- graphy.* Essays {puHislied ISSO-lSJfl) : History. Whoso would be a man, must be a Non- conformist. Self-Eeliame. To be great is to be misunderstood. lb. Let us never bow and apologise more. lb. The superstition of Travelling. Ih. Travelling is a fool's paradise. /}. Eveiy great man is a unique. lb. Society never advances. lb. The man in the street does not know a star in the sky.f . lb. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. lb. Men are better than their theology. Compensaiion. Every sweet hath its sour ; every evil its good. lb. Blame is safer than praise. lb. The martyr cannot be dishonoured. lb. All mankind love a lover. Love. The statue is then beautiful when it begins to be incomprehensible. lb. Thou art to me a delicious torment. Frieiidship, The only reward of virtue is virtue ; the only way to have a friend is to be one. lb. He that despiseth small things will perish by little and little.J Prudence. In skating over thin ice our safety is in our speed. jj Begin where we will, we are pretty sure m a short space to be mumbling our ten commandments. j^j Shallow men beUeve in luck. Worship, * Sec Carlyle ; " On History," p 1o t ' Tlien will come the question of a Dissolution »'„^'°lV''"1-/"^^, '"^'''?' *'" t*ke place directly and the other knowmg thai; the King will not ^frr*.** '^-knowing as 'the mfn n the street (as we call him at Newmarket) always ^.fldfr.t ^'fHf ?^'''^\°t kings, and being the cpnfldant of then- most hidden thoughtS."- GreyiUe Memoirs," entry dated March 22 1830 ^. Almost verbatim from Eoclesiastious ' 19 i Heroism feels and never reasons, aid therefore is always right. Heroism. Counsel that I once heard given to a young person, "Always do what you are afraid to do." ' lb. "We know better than we do. The Over-Soul. We are wiser than we know. lb. The faith -that stands on authority is not faith. lb- Under every deep a lower deep opens. § Circles. New arts destroy the old. ^ lb. Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet. lb. The virtues of society are the vices of the saint. lb. Life is a series of surprises. lb. Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. lb. Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing. Art. Arriving at its ports with the punctuality of a planet. lb. Language is fossil poetry. The Poet, The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool;: Experience, Nature hates calculators. lb. All writing comes by the grace of God, and all doing and having. lb. The years teach much which the days never know. Jb, The individual is always mistaken, lb. Those who listened to Lord Chatham felt that there was something finer in the man than anything which, he said. Character, The city is recruited from the country. Maimers, ^ Society . . . being in its natm-e a conven- tion, it loves what is conventional, or what belongs to coming together. Jb, We do not quite forgive a giver. Gifts, The difference between landscape and landscape is small, but there is great difference between the beholders. Nature, Of the two great parties which, at this hour, almost share the nation between them, I should say that one has the best cause, and the other contains the best men. FoUtics, Of all debts men are least willing to pay the taxes. What a satire this on Govern- ment The wise man is the State lb. lb. § Deep calleth unto deep.— fsalm 43, •(. ETHEREDGE— FARQUHAR. 131 % Is not every man sometimes a radical in politics ? Men are conservative when they are least vigorous, or when they are most luxurious. They are conservatives after dinner. Essays. Neio I'/ngland Reformers. Men in all ways are better than the; seem. "" The reward of a thing well done is to have done it. lb. Life is not so short but that thore is always room for courtesy. Social Alms. Talent alone cannot make a writer. There must be a man behind the book. Representative Men. Goethe. No great men are original. Every hero becomes a bore at last. Uses of Great Men. I find the Englishman to be him of all men who stands firmest in his shoes. English Traits. It is the one base thing, to receive and not to give. Saying mentioned in B}r^rson''s Life. Glittering generalities ! They are blazing ubiquities. Remark on someone sneering at the ideas oftlte Deelaration of Independence as" glit- tering generalities.'' * [Sir] GEORGE ETHEREDGE (1636- 1694). Beyond Hyde Park all is a desert. The Man of Mode {Sir Fopling Flutter). JOHN EVELYN (1620-1706). A studious decUuer of honours and titles. Diary. Introduction- I stept ioto Bedlame, where I saw several poore miserable creatures in chaines ; one of them was mad with making verses. April n, msr. For such a child I blesse God, in whose bosom he is ! May I and mine become as this little child. Jan. $7, 1658. I saw Hamlet Prince of Denmark played, but now the old plays began to disgust this refined age. Oet. S6, 1661. DAVID EVERETT (1769-1813). Large streams from little fountains flow ; Tall oaks from Uttle acorns grow. Lines Written for a School Declamation. • See EnfUB Choate, p. 79. [Rev.] F. W. FABER (1814-1863). The music of the Gospel leads us home. Hymn — Sark, hark, my soul ! Eest comes at length, though life be long and dreary ; The day must dawn, and darksome night be passed. lb. Small things are best ; Grief and um'est To rank and wealth are given ; But little things On little wings Bear little souls to heaven. Written in a Little Lady's Album. EDWARD FAIRFAX (d. 1632). Each ornament about her seemly lies. By curious chance, or careless art com- posed. Godfrey of Ballogne.* A tinsel veil her amber locks did shi-oud. That strove to cover what it could not hide. lb. A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love. lb. The purple morning left her crimson bed. And donned her robes of pure verndhon hue. lb. His sober lips then did he softly part. Whence of pure rhetoric whole streams outflow. lb. WILLIAM FALCONER (1732-1769). A captive fettered to the oar of gain. The Shipwreck. Canto 1, I. WS. GEO. FARQUHAR (1678-1707). Sir, you shall taste my anno domino. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act 1, 1. I have fed purely upon ale ; I have ate my ale, drank my ale, and I always sleep upon ale. lb. My Lady Bountiful. lb. Says little, thinks less, and does — nothing at aU, faith! lb. There's no scandal like rags, nor any crime so shameful as poverty. lb. We have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it. lb. The tuneful serenade of that wakeful nightingale, his nose. Ael ^, 1, No woman can be a beauty without a fortune. Act^, ^. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. Act 3, 1. • A translation of Tasso'a " Jerusalem Delivered." 132 FENTON— FIELDING. 'Twas for the good ol my country that I should be abroad. Anything for the good of one's country — I'm a Eoman for that. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act S, 2. Captain is a good travelling name. lb. There are secrets in all families. Act 3. Of a Monday I drive the coach; of a Tuesday I drive the plough ; on Wednesday I follow the hounds, a Thursday I dun the tenants; on Friday I go to market; on Satui'day I draw warrants ; and on Sunday 1 draw beer. H- How a little love and conversation improve a woman ! Act 4, 2. Pride is the life of a woman, and flattery is our daily bread. -f*. Spare all I have, and take my life ! Act 5, 2. Cupid is a blind gunner. Iiove and a Battle. Act 1, 1. Truth is only falsehood well disguised. The Constant Conple. Act 3, 4- The third of all things, they say, is very critical. lb. Own sex still strikes an awe upon the brave. And only cowards dare affront a woman. Acts, 1. We love the precept for the teacher's sake. Acts, 3. I see you have a singing face — a heavy, dull, sonata face.* The Inconstant. Act t, 1. Costar : 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 1, 1. For now he's free to sing and play, Over the hills and far away. Act 2, S. ELIJAH FENTON (1683-1730). Wedded love is founded on esteem. + Marlamne. JOHN FERRIAR (1764-1816). The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold. Bibliomania. Now cheaply bought, for thrice their weight in gold. 74. How pure the joy when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tar- nished gold. Jb, • See Fletcher, p. 136. t Cf. Villiers, Duke of Buckingham : " For all tiue love is grounded on esteem,' NATHANIEL FIELD (1587-1633). He makes a false wife that suspects a true. Amends for Ladies. Act I, 1. HENRY FIELDING (1707-1764). Petition me no petitions. Tragedy of Tragedies : or, Tom Thumb the Great. Act 1, 2. Let other hours be set apart for business, To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk. lo. When I'm not thanked at all I'm thanked enough. -'''• I've done my duty, and I've done no more. Act 1, 3. Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit. , lb. To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes. lb. 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. Act 1, 6. Oh ! the roast beef of Old England ! And oh ! the old English roast beef ! The Roast Beet of Old England. Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea. Lo¥e in Several Basques. Act i, S. To whom nothing is given, of him can nothing be required. Joseph Andrews. £ook S, chap. 8. I describe not men, but manners ; not an individual, but a species. Book 3, chap. 1. They are the affectation of affectation. Chap. S. Public schools are the nurseries of all vice and immorality. Chap. 5. I defy the wisest man in the world to turn a truly good action into ridicule. Chap. 6. "There is nothing but heathenism to be learned from plays," replied he (Paison Adams). Chap. 11. Some folks raU against other folks because other folks have what some folks would be glad of. Book 4, chap. 6. Build houses of five hundred by a hundred feet, forgetting that of six by two. Tom Jonea. Book g, chap. S. Eveiy physician, almost, hath his f avouiite disease. Chap. 9. Nor will Virtue herself look beautiful, unless she be bedecked with the outwaid ornaments of decency and decorum. Book S, chap. 7. Thwaokum was for doing iustico, and leavmg mercy to Heaven. Chap. 10. FIELDING— FITZGERALD, 133 The rule of right and the eternal fitness of things. Tom Jones. Book 4, chap. 4- A late facetious writer, who told the public that whenever he was dull they might be assured there was a design in it.* Book 5, chap. 1. Oh more than Gothic ignorance ! Book 7, chap. 3. Philosophy makes us wiser, but Christi- anity makes us better men. Book 8, chap. IS. His designs were strictly honourable, as the phrase is, that is to rob a lady of her fortune by way of marriage. Book 11, chap. 4- The republic of letters. Book 14, chap. 1. Composed that monstrous animal, a husband and wife. Book 15, chap. 9. " Tace, madam," answered Murphy, "is Latin for a candle." {A proverbial exprea- sion.f) Amelia. Book 1, chap. 10. There are moments in life worth purchas- ing with worlds. Book 3, chap. g. It hath often been said that it is not death, but dying, which is terrible. Chap. 4- How much richer are yon than millions of people who are in want of nothing ! Chap. 11. These are called the pious frauds of friendship. Book 6, chap. 6. When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager that the man, if not the wedSing-day, is absolutely fixed on. Chap. 8. However few of the other good things of life are thy lot, the best of all things, which is innocence, is always within thy own power. Book 8, chap. S. One fool at least in every married couple. Book 9, chap. 4- I am not the least versed in the Chrema- tiatic art.J Chap. 5. There is not in the universe a more ridiculous nor a more contemptible animal than a proud clergyman. Chap. 10. • See Steele ; also Swift, " Where I am not understood," etc. t Tace is Latin for a candle. " Brandy Is Latin for a goose and Tace Is Latin for a candle" — Swift's "Polite Conversation" (e. 1731). The saving is much older, and occurs in Dampier's "voyages " (1686), according to a correspondent of " Notes and Queries " (Dec. 6, 1851). t "The art of getting wealth is so called by Aristotle in his ' Politics.' "—Note by Fielding. EDWD. FITZGERALD (1809-1883). You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more. Rub&iyat of Omar Khayy&m. 4th Ed. (1879). St. S. ( Unaltered from 1st M.) The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one. St. 8. (Jfot in 1st Ed.) A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow ! 1st Ed. (1859), St. 11 .•— ^*- ^^• Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the bongh,§ A Flask of Wine, ABook of Verse— and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness^ And Wilderness is Paradise enow. Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go. Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum fH 1st Ed. {1859), St. n :— ^*" ^^■ Ah, take the cash in hand, and w.iive the Rest ; Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum ! The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes — or it prospers ; and anon. Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Pace, Lighting a little hour or two — is gone. ;S*. IS. ( Unaltered from 1st Ed.) Think, in this battered Caravanserai, Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sult4u with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way. St. 17. In the 1st Ed., Doorways instead of "Portals"; and (he last line, "Abode his Hour or two, and -went his way." For some we loved, the loveliest and the best Thatfrom bis Vintage rolling Timehatbprest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest. St. ra. 1st Ed. {1859) .-— Lo I some we loved, the loveliest and the best That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest (eta. The remainder unaltered). Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door wherein I went. 1st and 2nd Eds. the last line reads : — Came out by the same door as iu I went. I came like Water, and like Wind I go. St. US. { Unaltered from 1st Ed.) 5 In the 2nd Ed. the first line reads: "Here with a little Bread beneath the Bough." "Ah, take the Cash, and let the Promise go, Nor heed the music of a distant Drum I 134 FITZGEEALD-FLETOHER. Into'this Universe, and Why not knowing Nor Whence, like Water wiUy-nilly flowmg ; And out of it, as Wind along the Waste I know not Whither, willy-mlly Mowing. Rubalyat of Omar Khayyam. St. ^9. ( TXnaltered from 1st Md.) There was the Door to which I found no Key ; There was the VeU through which I might not see. »'• •'^• 1st Ed. (,1859) :— There was a door to which I found no Key ; There was a Veil past which I could not see. When Tou and I behind the Veil are past. St. 47. {Not in 1st Ed.) A Moment's Halt— a momentary taste Of EEINO from the Well amid the waste— And Lo ! — the phantom caravan has reached The NOTHINQ it set out from— Oh, make haste ! St. 48. 1st and Znd Eds : — One Moment in Annihilation's Waste, One Moment, of tlie Well of Life to taste— The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing— Oh, make haste!* Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise ! One thing at least is certain — This life flies ; One thing is certain, and the rest is Lies ; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. Strange, is it not ? that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. Sts. 8S md 64. {Not in 1st Ed.) The Moving Finger writes ; and, having writ, Moves on : nor all yourt Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. -Si!. 71. Drink ! for you know not whence you came, nor why ; Drink ! for you know not why you go, nor where. St. 74. {Not in 1st Ed.) Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake ; % For aU the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened — Man's forgiveness give— and taJce ! - St. 81. " The last line in the 2nd Ed. heing " Draws for the Dawn of Nothing," etc. t "Thy" in 1st Ed. i In the 1st Ed. (185S) this line reads, " And who with Eden didst devise the Snake." The stanza in this edition is No. 68. In the 2nd Ed. the last two hnes of the stanza (No. 88 in this edition) read ; " For all the Sin the F^oe of wi-etched Man Is black with — Man's forgivenegs give— and take I " The stanza is not a translation of Omar's text, but an interpolation by Fitzgerald. "Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?" W. «7. In the 1st Ed. this passage is in St. 69 .■— And, strange to tell, among that Bartlien Some conld articulate, while others not: And suddenly one more impatient cried— " Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?" And much as Wine has played the Infidel, And robbed me of my Eobe of Honour— Well I wonder often what the Vintners buy One-half so precious as the stuff they sell. St. 95. { Unaltered from 1st Ed., except thai the last line ends : " The Goods they sell.") • THOMAS FLATMAN (1633-1688). Methinks I hear some gentle spirit say. Be not fearful, come away ! ^ & Thought of Death. Better thou mayest, but worse thou canst not be Than in this vale of tears and misery. lb. ANDREW FLETCHER (of Saltoun) (1663-1716). I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Christopher's [Musgrave's] sentiment that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. A.n account of a Conversation concerning a Eight to Regulation of Governments. 1703. GILES FLETCHER (d. 1623.) But leaning on a thorn her dainty chest, For fear soft sleep should steal into her breast. Expresses in her song grief not to be expressed. The Nightingale. Christ's Vlctorie and Triumph. Everything doth pass away ; There is danger in delay. Come, come gather then the rose ; Gather it, or it you lose. Panglory's Wooing-song. JOHN FLETCHER (1576-1625) and FRANCIS BEAUMONT (1686-1616). Quotations from works supposed to be by Fletcher only are marked {a). Man is his own star, and the soul that cau 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. Our fatal shadows that walk by us still, (o) Upon an Honest Man's Fortunci ' Hark I they whisper ; angels say," § 0/. Pope : etc. FLETCHER. 135 A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act 4- As men Do walk a mile, women should talk an hour, After supper. 'Tis their exercise. PhUaster. Act 2. Nature, too unkind. That made no medicine for a trouhled mind ! Acts. He shall have chariots easier than air, That I will have invented; . . . And thyself, That art the messenger, shalt ride before him On a horse cut out of an entire diamond. That shall he made to go with golden wheels, I know not how yet. A. King and No King. Act 5. There is a method in man's wickedness ; It grows up hy degrees. Act 5, /f. The man that cries " Cons£3er," is our foe. The Scornful Lady. Act 2. There is no other purgatory but a woman. Acts. Thou hast a serioxis face, A betting, bargaining, and saving face, A rich face ; pawn it to the usurer. lb. But when I trust a wild fool, and a woman, Ifay I lend gratis, and build hospitals. lb. The bad man's charity (cursing). The Spanish Curate. Act 1, S. The fit's upon me now. Wit without Honey. Act 5. Let's warm our brains with half-a-dozen healths, And then, hang cold discourse ; for we'll speak fireworks, (a) The Elder Brother. Act 1, 2. That place that does contaia My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers. lb. 'Tis not to die we fear, but to die poorly, To fall forgotten, in a multitude. Humorous Lieutenant. Act 2, 2. Tell me the cause : I know there is a woman in't. Act4,S. He that will use all winds, must shift his saiL (a) The Faithful Shepherdess. Act 1. The nightingale among the thick-leaved spring That sits alone in sorrow, and doth sing Whole nights away in mourning, (a) Act 5. As such a one that ever strives to give A blessed memory to after- time, (a) lb. Captains are casual things, (o) Rule a Wife and have a Wife. Act S. Nothing nan cover his high fame but Heaven ; No pyramids set oil his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness ; To which ? leave him. (a) The False One. Act 2, 1. Some kind of wrongs there are, which flesh and blood Cannot endure. The Little French Lawyer, Act 1, 1. For anything I know, I am an arrant coward. Act 2, 2. I dare (for what is that which innocence dares not ?) Act 3, 1. Tet when I hold her best, she's but a woman, As full of frailty as of faith ; a poor Slight woman, And her best thoughts but weak fortifications. lb. I love a dire revenge : Give me the man that will all others kill. And last himself. Act 4, 1. I love you : I'U cut your throat for your own sake. Ih. I come fairly to kill him honestly. lb. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,* Brother to Death . . thou son of Night. («) The Tragedy of Yaientinian. Act 5, 2. Good me no goods. The Chances. Act 1, 9. A woman's oaths are wafers, break witli Act 2:1. H'has been a dragon in his days. Act 3, 4. Trust a woman ? I'll trust the devil first ; for he dare be Better than's word sometime. lb. Concord can never join Minds so divided, (a) Kolio. Act 1, 1. And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf, still in October, (a) Act 2, S. Curse and be cursed! it is the fruit of cursing, (a) -^^t 3, 1. Bad's the best of us. (a) Act 4, 2. Three merry boys, three merry boys, And three merry boys are we. Act S, 2 {Cliorus) t You have the gift of impudence; be thankful ; Every man has not the like talent. I will study And it may be revealed to me. The Wild Goose Chase. Act 1, 2. For 'tis a kind of bilboes to be married. lb. ' See Daniell : " Care clilrmBr sleep, " etc. t See Wallter ; " Tliiee merry men be Ave. 136 FLETCHER. Come, sillg I16W, Bing ; for I know you sing well ; . . J * I see you have a singing tace. The Wild Goose Chase.^ Act ^,1!. Strike, now or never ! ^«' i' ^■ And if thou canst te wise, learn to be good too. (ffl) A Wife for a Month. Act 4, 1. The same of death was never played more nobly. W ^''«^'■'• •We were the twins of friendship, (a) H- He loved you well, And might have lived t'have done his country service, (a) a ^ „ 1 The LoYer's Progress. Act %, J.. The sin Is in itself excusable ; tobetaien Is a crime, (ff) ^«< *> ■'• The greatest curse brave man can labour under, , Is the strong witchcraft of a woman s ey^. (a) 10. Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom So fair and tender ? The Pilgrim. Act 1, 1. Although the mine be rugged, Stony and hard to work, yet time and honour , ^ i, ._, • v Shall find and bring forth that that's nch and worthy. -^"^ 4, »• Hope never leaves a vrretched man that seeks her. The Captain. Act Z, 1. 'Tis virtue, and not birth, that makes us noble; Great actions speak great minds, and such should govern, (a) The Prophetess. Act 2, 3. I've touched the height of human happiness, And here I fix nil ultra, (a) Act 4, 6. Oh, mediocrity, Thou priceless jewel, only mean men have, But cannot value, (a) Queen of Corinth. Act S, 1. 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.t (a) Oh, love will make a dog howl in rhyme, {n) Act 4, 1. I ne'er repented anything yet in my life. And scorn to begin now. (a) lb. You put too much wind to your sail; discretion And hardy valour are the twins of honour. Tragedy of Bonduca. Act 1, 1. * See Farquhar, p. 132. t This song la not in the original folio, and has been rejected as a spurious addition. Set " Weep no more, lady." (" The Friar of Orders Grey.") Give us this day good hearts, good enemies. Good blows o' both sides. Act 3, J.. -Lie Ughtly on my ashes, ge»ti^earth.t ^^ ^ For wicked mirth never true pleasure But™S'est minds are pleased with honest Tht'l^ight of the Burning Pestle. ProUgne. Nose, nose, jolly red nose. And who gave thee that joUy red nose ? Nutmegs and ginger, cinammon and cloves ; And they gave me this jolly red no^.J ^ ^ Plot me no plots. -^"^ ^■ To a resolved mind, his home is everywhere. Act 0, Each person is the founder Of his own fortune, good or bad. Love's Pilgrimage. Act 1, 1. Gentlemen's horses. Horses that know the world. lb. But oh, man, man, unconstant, careless man, Oh, subtle man, how many are thy mischiefs ! -^"^ 'i "• Naples, the Paradise of Italy, As that is of 'the earth. The Double Marriage. Act 1. But what is past my help is past my care. lb. Thy mind, thy mind, thy brave, thy manly mind, (That, like a rock, stands all the storms of fortune. And beats 'em roaring back, they cannot reach thee). -^ct S. Though a mau be a thief, shall a miller Call him so ? Oh, egi-egious ! The Maid In the Hill. Act 5, S. Of all the paths lead to a woman's love. Pity's the straightest. The Knight of Malta. Act 1, 1. Art thou not he that asked the master gunner where thou might'st lie safest? and he strait answered, Put thy head in that hole, new bored vrith a cannon, for it was an hundred to one, another shot would not hit there. Act 2, 1. % Cf. Prior's "Ode to the memory of Col. ViUiers " : " Light lie the earth" ; also Pope's "Elegy in memory of an unfortunate Lady": "And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast." § Also found in Ravenscroft's " Deuteromela," London, 1609 : " Nose, nose, nose, nose 1 And who gave you that jolly red nose? Sinamont and ginger, nutmegs and cloves, A")d that gave me my jolly red nose 1" FLETCHER. 137 Every man must fashion his gait according To his calling. Love's Cure. Act 1, S. Gross feeders, great sleepers; Great sleepers, fat bodies ; Fat todies, lean brains ! Act 2, 1, Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. Act 2, 2. Thou comedy to men, Whose serious folly is a butt for all To shoot their wits at ! Act S, 1. What's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink. Act 3, 2. A lady's teai^ are silent orators. Act. 3, 3. The shortest ladies loTe the longest men. lb. A woman-friend! He that believes that weakness Steers in a stormy night without a com- pass, (a) Women Pleased. Act 2, 1. Fat old women, fat and five and fifty, (a) Act 3, 2. Juletta. Why, slaves, 'tis in our power to hang ye. Master. Very likely : 'Tis in our powers then to be hanged and scorn ye. (o) The Sea Voyage. Act 4, 4. H'had rather lose his dinner than his jest. Wit at several Weapons. Act 1. Victuals and ammunition And money too, the sinews of the war. Fair Haid of the Inn. Act 1. A more prsetemotorious rogue than himself. lb. Act 4, The fool that willingly provokes a woman Has made himself another evil angel. And a new hell, to which all other torments Are hut mere pastime. Cupid's Revenge. Act S. Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint, And sweet thyme true. Primrose, first-bom cMld of Ver, MeiTy spring-time's harbinger, (a) Two Noble Kinsmen.* Act J, 1. Not to swim I' th' lead o' th' current, were almost to sink, (a) Act 1, 2. Either I am The foremost horse in the team, or I am none, (a) lb. This world's a city, fuU of strayin" streets, And death's the market place, vrhere each one meets, (a) Act 1, S. • Shakespeare is said to have collaborated with Fletcher in this play. The ordinary and over- worn trade of jesting At lords, and courtiers, and citizens. The Woman Hater. Fnlogue. Endless parting With all we can call ours, with all our sweetness, With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay reason ! For in the silent grave, no conversation, No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers ! No careful father's counsels, nothing's heard, For nothing is, but all oblivion. Dust and an endless darkness. Tragedy of Thierry and Theodoret. Act 4, 1. There's nought in this life sweet, K men were wise to see't. But only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest melancholy ! t The Nice Valour. Act 3, 1. Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy. Act 3, 1. For he that lives retired in mind and spirit Is still in Paradise. Act B, 2. Nothing is a misery. Unless our weakness apprehend it so. The Honest Han's Fortune. To die Is to begin to live. Four Plays In One. Calamity Is man's true touchstone. Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1. PHINEAS FLETCHER (1548-1650). His life is neither tossed in boisterous seas Of troublous world, nor lost in slothful ease. Happiness of the Shepherd's U(e. Beauty when most unclothed is clothed best. Slcelides. Act 2, 4- Love is like linen, often changed, the sweeter. • Act 3, 5. Only in love they happy prove. Who love what most deserves their love. Act S, 6. The coward's weapon, poison. Act B, 3. Faint heart fair lady ne'er could win. Britain's Ida. Canto S, st. 1. Who bathes in worldly joys, swims in a world of fears. The Purple Island. Canto 8, st. 7. He is as, cowardly That longer fears to Uve, as he that fears to die. Canto 10, st. 8. The way to God is by ourselves. lb. To the Beader. f See Burton : "Nought so sweet as melancholy." 138 FOOTE— FRANKLIN. Love knows no mean or measure. Piscatory Eclogues. S, x2. Love's tongue is in the eyes. 5, 13. Silence best speaks the mind. 5, 13. Love's sooner felt than seen. 6, 11. Sleep's hut a short death ; death's but a longer sleep. Apollyonists. Canto 1, st. 6. SAMUEL FOOTE (1722-1777). Death and dice level all distinctions. The Minor. Act 1, 1. Woman, I tell you, is a microcosm : and rightly to rule her, requires as great talents as to govern a state. The Devil upon Two Sticks. Act 1, 1. JOHN FORD {1686-c. 1640). Green indiscretion, flattery of greatness, Rawness of judgment, wilfulness in folly. Thoughts vagrant as the wind, and as imcertain. Broken Heart. Act S, 'i. Glories Of human gi-eatness are but pleasing dreams, And shadows soon decaying. Act 3, 5. Eevenge proves its own executioner. Act 4, 1. Flattery Is monstrous in a true friend. Lovers' Melancholy. Act 1, 1. Philosophers dwell in the moon. Act 3, 3. We can drink till all look blue. The Lady's Trial. Act 4, S. JAMES FORDYCE (1720-1796). Henceforth the majesty of God revere ; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear. To a Gentleman who apologised for Swearing. GEORGE FOX (1624-1690). But the black earthly spirit of the priest wotmded my Ufe. Account of his Mission. [Dr.] BENJAMIN FRANKLIN (1706- 1790).* Be in general virtuous, and you will be happy. On Early Marriages. What are our poets, take them as they fall. Good, bad, rich, poor, much read, not read at all ? Them and their works in the same class you'll find — They are the mere wastepaper of mankind. Paper. • The maxims ot " Poor Bichard " are often merely current proverbs, but the wording in which Franklin clothed them has endured, and they are therefore given as " qnotntions." Here Skugg lies snug „ ... , As a bug m a rug. Letter to Miss G. Shipley. Nothing gives an author so much pleasure as to find his works respectfully quoted by other learned authors. Pennsylvania Almanac, 1TS8. God helps them that help themselves. lb. There will be sleeping enough in the grave. -'*• Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuil life is made of. lb. n. Early to bea, and early to rise. Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise, Thinks I, that man has an axe to grind. lb. He that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive. lb. Plough deep while sluggards sleep. lb. What maintains one vice would bring up lb. two children. Honesty is the best policy. Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore. lb. If you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some j for he that goes a-borrowmg goes a-sorrowing. lb. Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. lb. Necessity never made a good bargain. lb. Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day. lb. One to-day is worth two to-morrows. lb. Three removes are as bad as a fire. lb. Alas ! says I, he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. The Whistle. No nation was ever ruined by trade. Thoughts on Commercial Subjects. A man is not completely bom until he be dead. Letter to Miss E. Hubbard. There never was a good war or a bad peace t Letter to Quincey. Sept. 11th, 1773. Tet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by The Atjthoe. J Epitaph on Himself. Man is a tool-making animal. Quoted by Boswell, " Life of Johnson." t " It hath been said that an unjust pence is to be preferred betore a just war."— S. Butleb, " Speeches in tiie Rump Parliament." (Founded on Cicero, "Epist. ad Att," 7, 14.) t See Woodbridge, " Lines on John Cotton." Also Eey. J. Capen. FREEMAN— GARRIOK. 139 THOMAS FREEMAN (b. c. 1591). I love thee, Cornwall, and will ever. And hope to see thee once ao;aiu ! For why f— thiue equal knew I never Por honest minds and active men. Encomion Cornublae. (JPuhlished 161^). JOHN H. FRERE (1769-1846). A sudden thought strikes me ; — let us swear an eternal friendship.* The Rovers. Act 1, 1. Despair in vain sits brooding over the putrid eggs of hope. Act 1, 2. JAMES ANTHONY FROUDE, LL.D. (1818-1894). No vehement error can exist in this world with impunity. Spinoza. The poet is the truest historian, t Homer. Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself. Oceana. Passengers' amusements. A nation with whom sentiment is nothing is on the way to cease to be a nation at all. The Fremier. Nations are but enlarged schoolboys. Exceptional Gonditions. Moderate reformers always hate those who go beyond them. Life and Letters of Erasmus. Lecture W. [Rev.] THOS. FULLER (1608-1661). The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. The Holy and the Profane State. 0/ Tombs. A common-place book contains many Notions in Grarrison, whence the owner may draw out an army into the field on com- petent warning. Ti. 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.f The Life of Monica. Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. Of Books. They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang them- selves, in hope that one will come and cut the halter. i. Of Marriage. • ProbaTily a burlesque on the following : "Let us embrace, and from this moment vow an eternal misery together." — Otwat (1680), "Ths Orphan," Act 4, 2. tSce Carlyle: "History after all is the true poetry." * See Waller ; " Tlie soul's dark cottage," etc. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery ; but depth in that study brings him about agam to our religion.} The True Church Antiqtuiry. Often the cockloft is empty in those which Nature hath, built many stories hio-h. Androniciis. He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for auger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.|| Life of the Duke of Alia. He lives long that lives well. The Good Child. He that falls into sin is a man ; that grieves at it is a saint ; that boasteth of it is a devil. Of Self Praising. He that will not use the rod on his child, his child shall be used as a rod on him. The Good Parent. Many little leaks may sink a ship. The Good Servant. Mock not the cobbler for his black thumbs. Of Jesting. Oh, 'tis cruelty to beat a cripple with his own crutches. lb. Men have a touchstone whereby to try gold ; but gold is the touchstone whereby to try men. The Good Judge. Moneys are the sinews of war. The Good Soldier. Our captain counts the image of God, nevertheless his image, cut in ebony, as if done in ivory. The Good Sea- Captain. Women's jars breed men's wars. The Wise Statesman. Thus this brook hath conveyed his (Wick- liffe's) ashes into Avon ; Avon into Severn ; Severn into the narrow seas ; they into the main ocean. And thus the ashes of Wick- liffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over. The Church History. Sec. Z, Book 4, par. S3. [A proverb is] much matter decocted into few words. The History of the Worthies of England. Chap. S. DAVID GARRICK (1716-1779). For who are so free as the sons of the waves ? Hearts of oak are our ships. Hearts of oak are our men. We always are ready, Steady, boys, steady ! We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. Hearts of Oak. i See Bacon: ".A little philosophy," etc. I See Dryden : " A fiery soul," etc. 140 GARTH— GAT. We ne'er seeour foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away ; If they run, why, we follow, or run them ashore, For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. Hearts of Oak, Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. The Gamesters. Frologue. Their cause I plead, plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. Prologue. On Quitting the Stage, 1776. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose course is run. On the Death of Mr. Henry Pelham, itii. The devil's sooner raised than laid. Prologue. The School for Scandal. You are of the society of the wits and railers ; . . . the surest sign is, you are an enemy to marriage, the common butt of every railer. The Country Oirl.* Act 2, 1. [Sir] SAMUEL GARTH (1671-1719). And farmers fatten most when famine reigns. The Dispensary. Canto f. I. 64. A barren superfluity of words. I. 95. The patient's ears remorseless he assails, Murders with jargon where his medicine fails. 1. 96. Dissensions like small streams are first begun ; Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run. Canto S, 1. 184. 'Tis next to conquer bravely to defend. ;. «K. To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break, nor tempests roar: ' Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er. 1. 225. Whilst others meanly asked whole months to slay, I oft dispatched the patient in a day. Canto 4, I. 58. Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel. And death in ambush lay in every pill. I. 62. Conquest pursues, where courage leads the way. ;. 95 Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear ; None please the fancy, who offend the ear. I. 204 . * Pounded on the " Country Wire," by Wychevley (1071 or 1672), in wlilch play the prussage is— " You are of the society of tlie wits and raiUeurs . . . the surest sign is, since yon are an enemy to marriage,— for that, I hear, you hate as much as business or bad wine." When honour's lost, 'tis a relief to die ; Death's but a sure retreat from infamy. Canto 5, I. S21. Eestless Anxiety, forlorn Despair, And all the faded family of Care. Canto 6, I. W. N'o Muse is proof against a golden shower. Claremont. I. 14- Hard was their lodging, homely was their food; For all their luxury was doing good. 1. 147. GEORGE GASGOIGNE (1640-1678). All men are guests where Hope doth hold the feast. The Fruits of War. I. 88. I find this proverb true, Tlmt baste makes waste. Gascoigne's Hemories. S, 7. And as with guns we kill the crow. For spoiling our relief. The devil so must we o'erthrow, With gunshot of belief. Good-morro«. My bed itself is like the grave. My sheets the winding sheet. My clothes the mould which I must have, To cover me most meet. The hungry fleas, which f risk so fresh, To worms I can compare. Which greedily shall gnaw my flesh And leave the bones full bare. Good-night. JOHN GAY (1688-1732). How, if on Swithin's feast the welkin lours. And every penthouse streams with hasty Twice twenty days shall clouds their fleeces drain And wash the pavements with incessant rain. Trivia. Book 1, 1. 182. What woman can resist the force of praise ? I. 260. With thee conversing, I forget the way.+ Book 2, I. 480. What will not Luxury taste? Earth, sea, and air. Are daily ransacked for the bill of fare ! Book S, I. 199. Moved by the rhetoric of a silver fee. I. S18. All in the Downs the fleet was moored. Sweet William's Farewell. We only part to meet again : Change, as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. lb. t See Milton ; all time." ' With thee conversing I forget GAY. 141 Tliey'll tell thee, sailoi's, when away, In every port a mistress find.* Sweet WlUiam'i Farewell. "Adieu!" she cries; and waved her lily hand. lb. Sternhold himself he out-Stemholded. Verses to be placed under Sir R. Blackmore's Picture. Fate holds the strings, and men Uke children move But as they're led ; success is from ahove. Heroic Love. What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes. Diane. Tis woman that seduces all mankind ; By her we iirst were taught the wheedling arts. The Beggar's Opera. Act 1. How like a moth, the simple maid Still plays about the flame ! lb. By keeping men ofi, you keep them on. lb. A jealous woman believes everything her Aet^, %. lb. For on the rope that hangs my dear Depends poor Polly's l5e. Pretty Polly, say. When I was away. Did your fancy never stray To some newer lover? lb. If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hifls and far away. lb. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. lb. Sure men were bom to Ue, and women to beheve them ! lb. How happy could I be with either. Were t'other dear charmer away ! But while ye thus tease me together, To neither a word will I say. lb. Cease your f imning ; Force or cunning Never shall my heart trepan. lb. A curse attends that woman's love Who always would be pleasing. lb. What then in love can woman do ? If we grow fond they shun us ; And when we fly them, they puiBue, And leave us when they've won us. lb. One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear. lb. The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met; The judges are ranged (a teiTible show !). lb. • See Charles Dibdin, p. 109. Brothei-, brother, we aie both in the wi'on", S). She who has never loved has never Uved. The Captives. Act %, 1. O ruddier than the cherry ! sweeter than the berry ! Acis and Galatea. A Serenita. Life is a jest, and all things show it ; 1 thought so once, and now I know it. Hy own Epitaph. 'Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined. The What d'ye CaU't. Act 2, S. So comes «. reck'ning when the banquet's o'er. The dreadful reck'ning, and men smile no more. Act 2, 9. Praising all alike is praising none. Epistle to a Lady. The only present love demands is love. The Espousal. His head was silvered o'er with age. And long experience made him sage. Fables. Introduction. Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? lb. For man is practised in disguise. lb. Learn to contemn all praise betimes ; For flattery's the nurse of crimes. Fart 1, No. 1. Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and dehght to save. lb. Where yet was ever found a mother Who'd give her booby for another ? Ko. S. Of all the plagues that heaven has sent, A Wasp is most impertinent. Xo. 8. No author ever spared a brother. lb. Misfortune serves to make us wise. Ko. U. Lest men suspect our tale untrue. Keep probability in view. lb. An open foe may prove a curse, But a pretended friend is worse. No. 17. In every age and clime, we see Two of -a trade can ne'er agree. No. SI. Is there no hope ? the sick man said ; The silent doctor shook his head. No. ^. While there is life, there's hopes, he cried. J^. A lost sood name is ne'er retrieved. * _ No. 29. Those who in quarrels interpose, Must often wipe a bloody nose. No. Si. 142 GIBBON— GIFFORD. Away lie scours and lays about him, Eesolved no fray should be without hmi. Fables, No. 34- Envy is a kind of praise. m. 44- But fools, to talking ever prone, Are sure to make their follies known. lb. He makes a foe who makes a jest . iVb. 48. Friendship, like love, is but a name. No. CO. And, when a lady's in the case. You know all other things give place. 10. From wine what sudden friendship springs ! li. Give me, kind Heaven, a private station,* A mind serene for contemplation ; Title and profit I resign ; The -post of honour shall be mine. . Fart g, No. 2. Learning by study must be won, 'Twas ne'er entailed from son to son. No. 11. 'Tis a gross eiTor, held in schools, That Fortune always favours fools. No. 12. You'll find at last this maxim true, Fools are the game which knaves pursue. lb. Our pamphlet has a moral, and no doubt You all have sense enough to find it out. JSpilogiie. There is no dependence that can be sure, but a dependence upon one's self. Letter to Swift, Nov. 9, 1729. EDWARD GIBBON (1737-1794). History, which is, indeed, little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and mis- fortunes of mankind. Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire. Chap. S. Revenge is profitable, gratitude is ex- pensive. Chap. 11. Amiable weaknesses of human nature. Chap. 14. In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. t Chap. 4S. Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. Chap. 49. The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators. Chap. 68. ' See Addison : "The post of lionoiu- is a private station " (p. 1). t Referrmg to Andronicus I. Comnenus. See Hyde's(Clarendon's) "Historyof the Revolution," wliere a similar expression is used, and is stated to be a quotation of "what was said of Cinna." In tlie "Letters of Junius'' (1770) the same idea occurs, but the wording is varied. See " Junius." All that is human must retrograde if it does not advance. ' Ohap. 71. Crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure. Memoir. V. 1, p- -^o. THOS. GIBBONS (1720-1785). That man may last, but never lives, Who much receives but nothing gives ; Whom none can love, whom none can thank, Creation's blot, creaiion's blank. When Jesus dwelt. HUMPHREY GIFFORD (c. 1550- 1600). Ye curious carpet knights, that spend the time in sport and play. Abroad, and see new sights, your country s cause calls you away. For Soldiers. Unto it boldly let us stand, God wiU give right the upper hand. lb. I cannot say the crow is white. But needs must call a spade a spade. Song. A woman'' s face is full of wiles. [Rev.] RICHARD GIFFORD (1725- 1807). Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ; She feels no biting pang the whUe she sings ; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around ; Eevolves the sad vicissitudes of things. J Contemplation. WILLIAM GIFFORD (1756-1826). While thy wife's mother lives, expect no peace. Translation of Juvenal. Sat. 6, S32. Wealth first, the ready pander to all sin, Brought foreign manners, foreign vices in. Sat. 6, 440. Still we persist ; plough the light sand, and sow Seed after seed, where none can ever grow Sat. 7, 71. The insatiate itch of scribbling. Sat. 7, 77. Virtue alone is true nobility. Sat. 8, 32. All is not well within ; for still we find The face the unerring index of the mind. Sat. 9, 21. The noiseless foot of Time steals swiftly by, And, ere we dream of manhood, age is nigh! Sat 9, 182. Divine philosophy ! by whose pure light We first distinguish, then pursue the right. Sat. IS, 254. t Samuel Johnson altered the second line to : " All at her work the village maiden sings ; " and in the third line substituted " while" for " as," GILBEET. 143 Trust me, no tortures which the poets feign, Can match the fierce, the unutterable pain. He feels, who night and da^, devoid of rest, Carries his own accuser in his breast. Translation of Juvenal, Sat. IS, S67. In all the sad variety of woe. The Baviad. His namby-pamby madrigals of love. Jo. The ropy drivel of rheumatic brains. lb. WILLIAM S. GILBERT (b. 1836). It is my duty, and I will. Bab BEiUads. Captain Secce. For years I've longed for soma Excuse for this revulsion. The Rival Citrates. The mildest curate going. lb. He argued high, he aigued low. He also argued roimd about him. Sir Macklin. Then they began to sing That extremely lovely thing, " Scherzando ! ma non troppo, ppp." The Story of Frince Agib. But they couldn't chat together — ^they had not been introduced. IStiqiiette. He had often eaten oysters, but had never had enough. lb. It's human natur, p'raps,— if so, Oh, isn't human natur low ? Babette's Love, I'm called little Buttercup, Dear little Buttercup, Though I could never tell why. H.II.S. Pinafore. Sailors should never be shy. lb. I know the value of a Mndly chorus. lb. You're exceedingly polite, And I think it only right To return the compliment. lb. Bad language or abuse I never, never use. Whatever the emergency ; Though ' ' Bother it ! " I may Occasionally say, I never use a big, big D. lb. Sorry her lot who loves too well, Heavy the heart that hopes but vainly, lb. His sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts. lb, I always voted at my party's call. And I never thought of tmnking for myself at all. lb. Stick close to your desks, and never go to sea. And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Ng.yee, lb. His energetic fist Should be ready to resist A dictatorial word. lb. His bosom should heave, and his heart should glow. And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. lb. Things are seldom what they seem ; Skim milk masquerades as cream. lb. Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk Mke that for ever. lb. Never mi nd the why and wherefore. lb. For he might have been a Eoosian, A French, or Turk, or Proosian, Or perhaps I-ta-li-an ! But in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations. He remains an Englishman. lb. A many years ago. When I was young and charming. II). Jt's the song of a merryman, moping mum, Whose soul was sad, whose glance was glum. Who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb As he sighed for the love of a ladye. Yeomen of the Guard. Wherever valour true is found, True modesty will there abound. lb. Husband twice as old as wife. Argues iU for married life. Princess Ida. Politics we bar, They are not our bent ; On the whole we are Not intelligent. lb. To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two; I can tell a woman's age in half a minute— and I do. lb. Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man ! And I can't think why ! lb. For the rum-tum-tum Of the military drum ; And the guns that go boom ! boom ! lb. Man is Nature's sole mistake. lb. My natural instinct teaches me (And instinct is important O !) You're everything you ought to be, And nothmg that you oughtn't O ! lb. If you'd pooh-pooh this monarch's plan. Pooh-pooh it ; But when he says he'll hang a man He'll do it. li. Oh, don't the days seem lank and long, When all goes right and nothing goes wrong ? And isn't your life extremely flat With nothing whatever to grumble at P /*. 144 GILBERT. When he is here, I sigh with pleasure — When he is gone, I sigh with grief. The Sorcerer. Time was when Love and I were well acquainted. lb, I was a pale young curate then. lb. And if you want it he Makes a reduction on taking a quantity. lb. Now to the banquet we press ; Now for the eggs and the ham I Now for the mustard and cress ! Now for the strawberry jam ! Now for the tea of our host ! Now for the rollicking bnn ! Now for the muffin and toast ! Now for the gay Sally Lunn ! lb. She will tend him, nurse him, mend him, Air his linen, dry his tears ; Bless the thoughtful fates that send him Such a wife to soothe his years ! lb. And she became a bore intense Unto her love-sick boy. Trial by Jury. I'd a swallow-tail coat of a beautiful blue, A brief which I bought of a booby, A couple of shirts, and a collar or two. And a ring that looked Hke a ruby. lb. She may very well pass for forty-three, In the dusk with a light behind her.* 76. And many a burglar I've restored To his friends and his relations. lb. It is patent to the mob. That my being made a nob, Was effected by a job. /j_ Doubly criminal to do so. For the maid had bought her trousseau ! lb. All baronets are bad. Ruddlgore. The man who bites his bread, or eats peas vnth a knife, I look upon as a lost creature lb. She's only a darned Mounsecr. Zb. And I wager in their joy they kissed each other's cheek (Which is what them f urriners do) . lb. If you wish in this world to advance Your merits you're bound to enhance • You must stir it and stump it, ' And blow your own trumpet. Or, trust me, you haven't a chance ! lb, I'm modesty personified. jj, I'm diffident, modest, and shy. /j_ For duty, duty mu£t be done ; The rule apphes to everyone ; And painful though that duty be. To shirk the task were fiddle-de-dee ! lb. When I'm a bad Bart, I will tell taradiddles. lb. For she is such a smart Httle craft, Such a neat little, sweet little craft- Such a bright little, Tight Uttle, Slight little. Light Uttle, Trim little, slim little craft ! lb, Sobin : On Tuesday I made a false income tax return. All : Ha ! ha ! 1st Ghost : That's nothing. gnd Ghost : Nothing at all. 3rd Ghost : Everybody does that. 4th Ghost : It's expected of you. 16. Desperate deeds of derring do. lb. This sort of thing taies a deal of training. lb. This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter. Isn't generally heard, and if it is it doesn't matter ! JJ. The constitutional guardian I, Of pretty young wards in Chancery, „„„ f^ oai'dle-light nobody would have taken you for above flve-aud-twenty."— Isaac Bicker STAFF, "The Maid of the Milf' (1706), Act 12 lolanthe. For I'm not so old, and I'm not so plgin, And I'm quite prepared to marry again, lb. Spurn not the noblj bom with love affected ! Nor treat with virtuous scorn the well- connected ! jj_ Hearts just as pure and fair. May beat in Belgrave Square, As in the lowly air Of Seven Dials. Jb. My learned profession I'll never disgrace. By taking a fee with a grin on my face, When I haven't been there to attend to the case. Jb, I see no objection to stoutness— in modera- tion. JJ I often think it's comical How nature always does contrive That every boy and every gal, That's bom into this world alive Is either a little Liberal, Or else a little Conservative. /J. Did nothing in particular. And did it very well. jj. Then the bed-clothes all creep To the ground in a heap. And you pick 'em all up m a tangle. lb. My object all sublime, I shall achieve in time — To make the punishment fit the crime. Mikado. GILFILLAN— GOLDSMITH. 145 I am righi, And you are right, And all is right as right can be. mikado. Something lingering with boiling oil in it . . . , something humorous but lingering — with either boiling oil or melted lead. II. When constabulaiy duty's to be done A policeman's lot is not a happy one. Pirates of Penzance. He led his regiment from behind (He found it less exciting). The Gondoliers. This young man expresses himself In terms too deep for me. Patience. Oh, Captain Shaw, Type of true love kept under ! Could thy Biigade With cold cascade Quench my great love, I wonder ? lb. As innocent as a new-laid egg. Engaged. Farcical Comedy, 18T?. Act 1. ROBERT GILFILLAN (1798-1850). There's a hope for every woe, And a balm for every pain, But the first joys o' our heart Come never back again. The Exile's Song. WM. E. GLADSTONE (1809-1898). To apply, in all their unmitigated authority, Ihe principles of abstract political economy to the people and circumstances of Ireland, exactly as if he had been pro- posing to legislate for the inhabitants of Saturn or Jupiter. Speeches.— ^o«s« of Commons. On the Land Law (Ireland) Sill. April?, ISSl. The resources of civilisation are not yet exhausted. Leeds. Oct. 7, 1881. I would tell them of my own intention to keep my own counsel . . . and I will venture to recommend them, as an old Parliamentary hand, to do the same.* Mouse of Commons. Jan. 21, 1886. Decision by majorities is as much an expedient as lighting by gas. lb. 1858. The disease of an evil conscience is beyond the practice of all the physicians of all the countries in the world. Flmnstead. 1878. National injustice is the surest road to national downfall. Ih. Selfishness is the greatest curse of the human race. Hawarden. May 28, 1890. Technical education is the exaltation of manual labour, the bringing of manual labour up to the highest excellence of which it is susceptible. Chester. Sept. 12, 1890. * " I did not this with so much aH as an old Parliament stager would."— KOOKR NoBTn (1685), ' ' Autobiography," 10 a SIDNEY GODOLPHIN (1610 1642). Or love me less, or love me more ; And play not with my liberty : Either take all, or all restore ; Bind me at least, or set me free ! Song. OLIVER GOLDSMITH (172S-17T4). Bemote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. The Tpaveller. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see. My heart, untravelled, foudly turns to thee. lb. And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Jb. And learn the luxury of doing good. Jb. Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view. Jb. These little things are great to little man. Ji. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine. Jb. Such is the patriot's boast where'er we roam, Trig first, best country, ever is at home. And yet, perhaps, if countries we compare. And estimate the blessings which they share. Though patriots flatter, still shall wisdom find An equal portion dealt to all mankind. Jb. With memorable grandeur mark the scene. Jb. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Jb. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled, The sports of children satisfy the child. Jb. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. lb. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. Jb. Gay sprightly land of mirth and social ease. Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please. (France). Jb. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led ttieir children through the mirth- ful ma^e ; And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore. Has frisked beneath the burden of three score. ^• Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies, Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean Jeans against the land. ^''- 146 GOLDSMITH. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by. The Traveller. That independence Britons prize too high. Keeps man from man, and hreaks the social tie. lb. The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. lb. For just experience tells, in every soil. That those who think must govern those that toil, And all that freedom's highest aims can reach. Is hut to lay proportioned loads on each. lb. , . . Law grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. ^b. Forced from their homes, a, melancholy train. ■^' Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. lb. Our own felicity we make or find.* lb. Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain! The Deserted Village. Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease. lb. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For taUdng age and whispering lovers made ! -ib. The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love. The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. lb. One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain. lb. HI fares the land, to hastening ills a prey. Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may fiourish, or may fade, A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store. Just gave what life required, but gave no more; His best companions, innocence and health ; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. lb. How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease. lb. • This line ia said to have been added by Samuel Johnson, q.v. Sinks to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way^ And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. ^• And 'the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. -^■ A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Bemote from towns he ran hie godly race. Nor e'er had changed nor wished to change his place ; Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power. By doctrines fashioned to the varying hoiir ; Far other aims his heart had learned to prize More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. ^• He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain. -'"• Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done. Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. ^• And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. lb. And even his failings leaned to virtue's side. ■^• And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the wot. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. lb. And plucked his gown to share the good man's smile. lb. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling douds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. lb, A man severe he was, and stem to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he ; Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when ho frowned ; Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught. The love he bore to learning was in fault. lb. GOLDSMITH. 147 In arguing, too, the parson owned his sMll, For ev'n fiiongh vanquished, he could argue still; WhUe words of learned length, and thunder- ing sound, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around ; And still they gazed, and stm the wonder grew. That one small head could carry all he knew. The Deserted Village. Where village statesmen talked with looks profound. And news much older than their ale went round. lb. The whitewashed wall, the nicely-sanded floor. The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day. lb. Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart. One native charm, than all the gloss of ait. lb. The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. lb. How wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land. lb. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. lb. In all the silent manliness of grief. lb. 0, luxury ! thou cursed by heaven's decree. How iU exchanged are things like these for thee ! lb. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. lb. The fat was so white and the lean was so ruddy.' The Haunch of Venison. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt, It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.* lb. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Betaliation. Here lies, our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, bom for the universe, narrowed his mind. And to J>arty gave up what was meant for mankmd; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat * " Like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on liis bacli." — Tom Brown's " Laconics." 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. lb. Too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. lb. The pupil of impulse, it forced him along. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. lb, A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to.be, not as they are. Jb, Here lies David Garriok, describe him who can. An abridgment of aU that was pleasant in man. lb. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. lb. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting. lb. He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them hack. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallowed what came, And the puff of a dunce he mistook it for fame. lb. Who peppered the highest was surest to lb. Yet one fault he had, and that was a thumper — He was, could he help it ? a special attorney. lb. He has not left a wiser or better behind. lb. When they talked of their Baphaels, Corregios, and stuff. He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff. lb. Thou best humoured man with the worst humoured muse.t Postscript, Taught by the power that pities me, I learn to pity them. The Hermit. Man wants but little here below. Nor wants that little long. lb. And what is friendship but a name ? Zi t See Wilmot, Earl of Kochester : " The best good man, with the worst natared muse." 148 GOLDSMITH. ' ■ Wisdom and worth were all he had, But these were all to me. The Hermit. The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too. -K. Who ever knew an honest hrute At law his neighhour persecute ? The Logicians Refuted. No politics disturh their mind. i*. Brutes never meet in bloody fray, Nor cut each other's throats for pay. lo. Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short. It cannot hold you long. Elegy on the Death of a Had Dog. The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes. U). And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And curs of low degree. iJ- The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. li. The man recovered of the bite. The dog it was that died. M, The king himself has followed her — When she has walked before. Elegy on Mrs. Hary Blai2e. The doctor found, when she was dead, Her last disorder mortal. Jb. 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 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. Stanzas on Woman. Hope, like the glimmering taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way. And still, as darker grows the night. Emits a brighter ray. Song. The Wretch Condemned, etc. O memory ! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain. Song. Memory ! For life is ended when our honour ends. Prologue. Translated from Zaberiiis. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. The Good-Natured Han. Act 1. Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many veal ones to encounter, Xl>, If they have a bad^aster, they keep quarrelling with him ; a~-tbey have a good m^ter, they keep quarrelling with one another. ■'"• I am now no more than a mere lodger iu my own house. ^• Silence is become his mother-tongue. AetZ. Measures, not men, have always been my mark.* lb- All men have their faults; too much modesty is his. lb. Lawyers are always more ready to get a man into troubles than out of them. Act 3. In my time the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stage-coach. She Stoops to Conquer. Act 1. I love everything that's old : old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. lb. As for disappointing them, I should not so much mind ; but I can't abide to disap- point myself. lb. I never could teach the fools of this age that the indigent world could be clothed out of the trimmings of the vain. lb. The very pink of perfection. lb. If so be that a gentleman bees in a con- catenation accordingly. lb. Women and music should never be dated. Acts. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. 2b. One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or title-page, another works away at the book, and a third is a daub at an index. The Bee. No. 1. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants, as to conceal them.t Ko. 3. He who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain. Can never rise to fight again. J Art of Poetry on a New Plan, Vol. i. By every remove I only drag a. greater length of chain. { The Citizen of the World. No. 3. , The volume of nature is the book of knowledge. No. 4- * See Burke : ".Measures not men." t See French quotation ; " lis n'emploicnt les paroles," &c. } See Greek, '* 'Avrjp o ^evycov," etc. § See ante, " And di^s at each remove 9l lengtji- uins chain.*' — '* The Traveller." ■ll>, ening cb»m. — "The Traveller." GOLDSMITH-GOODRlCH. 149 A ttiau who leaves home to mend himself find btheiB is a philosopher; hut he who goes from country to eountiy, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is a vagabond. The Citizen of the World. No. 7. There is nothing so ridiculous that has not at some time been said by some philosopher. JVo. 16. For twenty years upon the very verge of starving, without ever being starved. No. 27. If we take a farthing from a thousand pounds, it will be a thousand pounds no longer. H. He writes indexes toperfection. No, 29. To a philosopher no circumstance, how- ever triflmg, is too minute. No. SO. They who travel in pursuit of wisdom walk only in a circle, and, after all their labour, at last return to their pristine ignorance. No. S7. On whatever side we regard the history of Europe, we shall perceive it to be a tissue of crimes, follies, and misfortunes.* No. 4^. The folly of others is ever most ridiculous to those who are themselves most foolish. No. 43. A life of pleasure is therefore the most unpleasing life in the world. JVo. 44- The door must either be shut, or it must be open. I must either be natural or unnatural.t No 61. " Did I say so ? " replied he, coolly ; " to be sure, if I said so, it was so." No. 54. There is a disorder peculiar to the country, which every season makes strange ravages . . . well known to foreign physicians by the appellation of epidemic terror. ' "" ^ jsro.69. However we toil, or wheresoever we wander, our fatigued wishes still recur to home for tranquillity, j No. 103. They must often change, says Confucius, who would be constant in happiness or wisdom. • No. ns. A book may be amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity. The Ylcar of Wakefield. Preface. A mutilated curtsey. Chap. 1. Handsome is as handsome does. lb. • See Gibbon. t See Proverbs—" A door must be either open or shut. X See ante, " Where'er I roam," etc.—" The Traveller." One vii-tue he had in perfection, whiqh was prudence— often the only one that is left us at seventy-two. Chap. 2. I was never much displeased with those harmless delusions that tend to make us more happy. Chap S. Let us draw upon content for the deflr cienoies of fortune. lb. The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain.} Chap. 4- There is no character so contemptible as a man that is a fortune-himter. Chfup, 5. The jests of the rich arc ever succa':${ul. (7/(ap, 7. I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too. No, sir, these, I protest you, are too hard for me. ' lb. With other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses. Chap. 9. To say the truth, I was tired of being always wise , Chap. 10. Mr. Burchell ... at the conclusion of every sentence would cry out " Fndge V — an expression which displeased us all. Chap. 11. The greatest object in the universe, says a certain philosopher, is a good man strug- gling with adversity; yet there is a still gi-eater, which is the good man that comes to relieve it. Chap. SO. I can't say whether we had more wit amongst us now than usual, but I am certain we had more laughing, which answered the end as well. Chap.S^.^ Books teach us very little of the world. Letter. To Senry Goldsmith. Feb., 1739. Could a man live by it, it were not un- pleasant employment to be a poet. lb. I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing. Expunged passage in " The Yicar of Wakefield " {quoted by Johnson). At this every lady drew up her mouth as if going to pronounce the letter P. Letter. To SoU. Brymton. Sept. 26, TtSS. SAMUEL GRISWOLD GOODRICH ("Peter Parley") (1793-1860). 'Tis as true as the fairy tales told in the Birthright of the Humming Birds. § Also found in "She Stoops to Conquer," Act 1,1. Seep. 148. 150 GORDON— GRANVILLE. ADAM LINDSAY GORDON* (1833- 1870). No game was ever yet worth a rap For an Englishman to play, Into which no danger, no mishap, Could possibly &d a way. Life is mostly froth and bubble ; Two things stand like stone : Kindness in another's trouble Courage in our own. Ye Weary Wayfarer. Mnis Exoptatus. GEORGE J. GOSCHEN, 1st Viscount Goschen (b. 1831). I have a passion for statistics. Speech. To the Statistical Society. STEPHEN GOSSON (c. 1556-1623). A bad excuse is better, they say, than none at all. The School of Abuse. The same water that drives the mill decayeth it. lb. HANNAH FLAGG GOULD (1789- 1866). He went to the windows of those who slept. And over each pane, like a fairy, crept ; Wherever he breathed, wherever he stepped. By the light of the mom, were seen Most beautiful things; there were flowers and trees ; There were bevies of birds, and swarms of bees ; There were cities, with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen ! The Frost. JOHN GOWER (d. 1402). The heven is f er, the worlde is nigh. Confessio Amantis. For every worldes thinge is vain, And ever goth the whele aboute. lb. Now here, now there, now to, now fro. Now up, now down, the world goth so. And ever hath done and ever shal. lb. For love's lawe is out of reule. lb. And nethe'les there is no man In al this world so wise, that can Of love temper the mesure. lb. It hath and shal be evermore That love is maister where he will. Jb. But she that is the source and welle Of wele or wo. (Venus). 7j. And thus the gyler is begyled. lb. • He sometimes signed himself "Lionel Gordon. ' JAMES GRAHAM, Lord Montrose (See MONTROSE). JAMES GRAHAME (1766-1811). Hail Sabbath ! thee I hail, the poor man's day. The Sabbath. I. X9 and I. Jfl. What strong, mysterious links enchain the heart To regions where the mom of life was spent. 1.$)!,. Dr. JAMES GRAINGER (1721-1767). What is fame ? an empty bubble ; Gold ? a transient, shining trouble. Ode to Solitude. Man's not worth a moment's pain. Base, ungrateful, fickle, vain. lb. Now, Muse, let's sing of rats.f The Sugar Cane. GEORGE GRANVILLE, Lord Lans- downe (1667-1735). There is no vulture like despair. Peleus and Thetis. A Masque. There is no heaven like mutual love. lb, I'll be this abject thing no more ; Love, give me back my heart again. Adieu I'Amour. By harmony our souls are swayed ; By harmony the world was made. The British Enchanters. Act 1, 1. Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind. Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind. Act 2, 1. Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst. lb. Marriage the happiest bond of love might be. If hands were only joined where hearts agree. Act S, 1. Our present joys are sweeter for past pain ; To Love and Heaven by suffering we attain. Act B, 2. No vengeance like a woman's. lb. Beauty to no complexion is confined. Is of all colours, and by none defined. The Progress of Beauty. A 77. But oh, what mighty magic can assuage A woman's envy, and a bigot's rage ? 1. 161. Patience is the virtue of an ass. That trots beneath his burden, and is quiet. Heroic Love. Tragedy. Act 1. t Stated by Boswell to have been in the MS. of Dr. Grainger's poem. It was eliminated from the printed version. GEATTAN— GRAY. 151 Oh Love ! thou laane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure^ and thou certain pain. Heroic LoYo. Act 2, 1. Go then, Patroclus, where thy glory calls. Act Jf, 1 Fate holds the strings, and men like children move But as they're led ; success is from above. Act 5, 2. Whimsey, not reason, is the female guide. The Vision. I. 81. 'Tis the talk and not the intrigue that's the crime. The She Gallants. Act 3, 1. Cowaids in scarlet pass for men of war. Act 5, 1. Youth is the proper time for love, And age is virtue's season. Corinna. But ah ! in vain from Fate I fly. For first, or last, as all must die. So 'tis as much decreed aliove, That first, or last, we all must love. To Hyra. HENRY GRATTAN (1750?-1820). At twenty years of age, the vrill reigns ; at thirty, the wit ; and at forty, the judg- ment. THOMAS GRAY (1716-1771). What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her ovra, she learned to melt at others' woe.* Hymn to Adversity. I. IS. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood. I. 17. And Melancholy, silent maid. With leaden eye that loves the ground. /. 27. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,t The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight. And all the air a solemn stillness holds.! lb. Save tha,t, from yonder ivy-mantled tower. The moping owl does to the Moon com- plaih.l lb. ■ * See Whitehead, t "The lowingherds-wlnd."— 1st J!d. J " There reigned a solemn stillness over all." — Spehsee. " Faerie Queene." ■J " The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournfnl moon," — Mallett. " Excursion." Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefaihers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn, The swallow twittering from the straw- built shed. The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. Jb. Let not ambition mock their useful toil. Their homely joys and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur heax with a disdainful smile. The short and simple annals of the poor. lb. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power. And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er ^ave. Await alike th' inevitable hour, || The paths of glory lead but to the grave. lb. Where through the long dravm aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. lb. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust. Or Flattery soothe the duU, cold ear of Death? Jb. Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed. Or waied to ecstasy the living lyre. lb. But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Eich Vrith the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. it. Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is bom to blush unseenjIT And waste its sweetness on the desert air. lb. II " Ah me ! what boots us all our boastodpoiyer. Our golden treasure, and our purple state. They cannot ward the inevitable hour, Nor stay the fearful violence of fate." —WEST. " Monody on Queen Caroline." IT " Like roses that in deserts bloom and die." Pom. " Bape of the Look," i, 167. "Like beauteous flowers which vainly waste their scent „ Of odours in unhaunted deserts. ^ „ „ , , ^Chambebiatne. ' ' Pharonida," Part 2, Book 4. "And waste their music on the savage race." — YouNO. " Universal Passion, Sat. 6. 152 GRAY. 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. The applause of listening senates to com- mand, lb. To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. Ih. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. Their sober wishes never learned to stray ;* Along the cool, sequestered vale of life. They kept the noiseless tenoar of their way. lb. Yet even these bones from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculp- ture decked, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. lb. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. lb. Tor who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey. This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned. Left the warm precincts of the cheerfulday, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ? lb. On some fond breast the parting soul relies. Some pious drops the closing eye requires ; Ev'n from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, Ev'n in our ashes live our wonted fires.t lb. Mindful of th' unhonoured dead. lb. His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by /*. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown, Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth. And Melancholy marked him for her own ,. 11). Jjarge was his bounty, and his soul sincere. Heaven did a recompense as largely send ■ He gave to Misery (all he had) a tear. He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. //,_ No further seek his merits to disclose. Or draw his frailties from their dread abode ^''^i?''^J^'^®y ahke in trembling hope repose), Ihe bosom of his Father and his God lb With all thy sober charms posscst Whose wishes never le-ivnt to stray " -Lanohorne. " Poems," 2, p. 123 (Park's Ed.). 1 " Yet in our ashes cold is lire yveken." — CuAoeBR. " Reve's Prologn'c," SSSO. Now the rich stream of music winds along. Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong. Progress of Poesy. 1, 8. Glance their many-twinkling feet. 1, SB. O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love. 1, 41- Nature's darling, t 5, 84. Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. S, 94. Nor second he,§ that rode sublime Upon the seraph wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of space and time : The living throne, the sapphire-blaze, Where angels tremble as they gaze. He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light Closed his eyes in endless night. 3, 97. Thoughts that breathe and words that bum. II S, 110. Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate. Beneath the good how far — but far above the great. S, 122. Hence, avaunt ('tis holy ground), Comus and his midnight-crew ! Ode for Huslc. /. 1. Servitude that hugs her chain. 1. 6. While bright-eyed Science watches round. I. 11. There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine. The few, whom genius gave to shme Through every unborn age, and undis- covered clime. 1. 15. Their tears, their little triumphs o'er. Then- human passions now no more. 1. 48. What is grandeur, what is power ? Heavier toil, superior pain. I. 57. Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of Gratitude. /. 6S. What female heart can gold despise. What cat's averse to fish ? Ode on the Death of a Cat A favourite has no friend. lb. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. That crown the wat'ry glade. Ode on a Distant Prospect ot Eton College. Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade. Ah, fields beloved m vain, Where once my careless childhood stray edi A stranger yet to pain ! iJ. t Shakespeare. § Milton. J}u^t<. H?lH- ".^ofds that weep, etc." ; and ■ Mallett, " Strains that sigh." GRAY— GREEN. 153 Still as tliey run ttey look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Got' Hope is theirs, by Fancy fed, Less pleasing when possessed. lb. Alas, regardless of their doom, The little victims play ! No sense have they of uls to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Ih. Ah, tell them, they are men ! lb. To each his sufferings : aU are men Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another s pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. lb. 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, 'Tis folly to be wise. lb. Buin seize thee, ruthless king ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! The Bard. Canto 1. To arms ! cried Mortimer, and couched his quivering lance. lb. With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air).t lb. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art. Dear, as the light that visits these sad eyes. Dear, as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. J ' /*. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room and verge enough § The characters of Hell to trace. Canto 2. Fair laughs the Mom 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. lb. . Ye towers of Julius,|| London's lasting shame. With many a foul and midnight murder fed. And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. Canto 3. Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air. The Fatal Sisters. * See "*E»' TtjJ ^poveiv." t See " Paradise Lost," 637. t See Shakespeare, " Juliua Cffisar," 2, 2 : " As dear to me as are the ruddy drops." iSee Dryden, "Don Sebastian," 1, 1: "Like an ample shield." II The Tower of London. How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud. How indigent the great ! Ode. On the Sprinff, I. 18. To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man : And they that creep, and they that fly Shall end where they began. I. SI. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light firpt dawned from Bullen's eyes.f Alliance o( Education and Government. A Fragment. Eich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. A Long Story. 1. 7. Full oft within the spacious walls. When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave Lord Keeper* * led the brawls ; The seals and maces danced before him. 1.9. The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The conmion sun, the air, the skies. To him are opening paradise. Ode. On the Fkasure Arising from Vicissitude, I. 53. Happier he, the peasant, far. From the pangs of passion free, "That breathes the keen yet wholesome air Of ragged penury.f t I- ^1- Bich, from the very want of wealth. In heaven's best treasures, peace and health.tt 1-95. Benefits too great To be repaid, sit heavy on the soul. Agrippina (fmjinialied play). Act 1, 1. Too poor for a, bribe, and too proud to importune. He had not the method of making a fortune. Sketch of his own Character. HORACE GREELEY (1811-1872). Then hail to the Press ! chosen guardian of freedom ! Strong sword-arm of justice! bright sun- beam of truth ! The Press. JOSEPH H. GREEN (1791-1863). The house is u, prison, the schoolroom's a cell; Leave study and books for the upland and dell. Horning Invitation to a Child. TF This oonplet was not incorporated with tlie rest of the poem. » * Sir Christopher Hatlon. . , , . 1 1 These lines are stated to have been added to Gray's poem by the Rev. William Mason, Gray'a biographer (1725-1797). 154 GREEN— HALL. MATTHEW GREEN (1696-1737), Fling but a stone, the giant dies ; Laugh and be well. The Spleen. I. 93. Music has charms. 1. 143. News, the manna of a day. 1. 169. Who their ill-tasted, home-brewed prayer To the State's mellow forms prefer. I. 366. By happy alchymy of mind They turn to pleasure all they find. I. 630. Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. I. 84S. I live by pulling off the hat. On Barclay's Apology. They politics like ours profess, The meater prey upon the less. The Grotto. 1. 69. Or Prophecy, which dreams a lie, That fools brieve, and knaves apply. I. 97. ROBERT GREENE (1660-1692). Treason is loT«d of many, but the traitor hated of all. Pandosto. Ah ! were she pitiful as she is fair. Or but as mild as she is seeming so ! The Praise of Fawnia. Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a ci'own. Farewell to Folly. Song. A mind content both crown and kingdom is. lb. The swain did woo ; she was nice ; Following fashion, nayed him twice. Ciceronis Jlmor. The Shepherd's Ode. FULKE GREVILLE (Lord Brooke) (1664-1628). Never did any public misery Eise of itself : God's plagues still grounded are On common stains of our humanity ; And, to the flame which ruineth mankind ; Man gives the matter, or at least gives wind. Treatle of Warres. O wearisome condition of humanity ! Born under one law, to another bound. Mustapha. Act 5, 4. Fire and People do in this agree. They both good servants, both ill masters be. Inquisition upon Fame. MRS. GREVILLE (I8th Century). Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true. Turns at the touch of ioy or woe. But, turning, trembles too. Prayer tor Indifference. NICHOLAS GRIMOALD (or Grim- bold) (c. 1520-c. 1663). Of all the heavenly gifts that mortal men oommen,d. What trusty treasure in the world can countervail a friend ? Of Friendship. Down Theseus went to hell, Pirith his friend to find : O that the wives in these our days were to their mates as kind ! li. In working well, if travail you sustain, Into the wind shall lightly pass the pain ; But of the deed the glory shall remain, And cause your name with worthy wights to reign. In working wrong, if pleasure you attain. The pleasure soon shall fade, and void as vain; But of the deed throughout the life the shame Endures, defacing you with foul defame. Musonlus the Philosopher's Saying. WILLIAM HABINGTON (1606-1645). Satiety makes sense despise What superstition thought divine. Of True Delight. The bad man's death is horror ; but the just Keeps something of his glory in the dust. Elegy. 8. [Sir] MATT HEW HALE (1609-1676). When rogues fall out, honest men get their own. A Proverbial expression, ascribed (in this form) to Sir M. Sale. MARQUIS OF HALIFAX (<%£ GEO. SAVILLE). JOHN HALL (1629 7-1566?). "Blamed but not shamed," the proverb is, And truth can have no other wrong : So may they hap their mark to miss, That think themselves in falsehood strong. The Just and True Han Complaineth that Falsehood and Flattery Is more regarded than Truth. JOSEPH HALL, Bishop of Exeter and of Norwich (1674-1666). Or if thee list not wait for dead men's shoon. Satires. M.S. (First Sei-ies.)- And were thy fathers gentle ? that's their' praise ; No thank to thee, by whom their name decays.* M.S. {Second Scries.) Ah me ! how seldom see we sons succeed Their fathers' praise ! lb. ' Juvenal : Satire, 8, 19. HALL-HARDY. 155 Fond fool! six feet shall serve for all thy store, And he that cares for most shall find no more.* Satires. No. S. {Second iSeries.) Death borders upon our birth, and our crd.dle stands in the grave. Epistles. Dec. S, Ep. S. There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl Hid up in the bosom of the sea, that never vras seen, nor never shall be. Contemplations. Book 4- The Veil of Moses. ^ Superstition is godless religion, devout unpiety. Of the Superstitious. [Rev.] ROBERT HALL (1764^1831). His imperial fancy has laid all nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the creation and every walk of art. (JRef erring to Burke). Apology for the Freedom of the Press. Glass of Brandy and water ! That is the current but not the appropriate name ; ask for a glass of liquid fire and distilled damnation. Life, by Gregory. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK (1795- 1867). Green be the turf above thee. Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee Nor named thee but to praise.t On the death of J. R. Drake. 1 cannot spare the luxury of believing That all things beautiful are what they Red Jacket. seem. Strike— for your altars and your fires ! Strike— for the green graves of your sires ! • God— and your native land ! Harco Bozzaris. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle of the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word ; And in its hollow, tones are heard ■ The thanto of millions yet to be. lb. For thou art Freedom's now, and Fame's, One of the few, the immortal names. That were not bom to die. lb. The Meccas of the mind. Burns. They love then- land, because it is their own, And scorn to give aught other reason why ; Would shake hands with a king upon his throne. And think it kindness to his majesty. Connecticut. *■ Sometimes cited as being an instance of Witirely monosyllabic poetry, t See Rogers : " To know her was to love lier. JAMES HAMMOND (1710-1742). Nature is free to all ; and none were foes. Till partial luxm'y began the strife. Elegies. No. 11. Though I am dead my soul shall love thee stffl. No. IS. Thy heart above all envy and all pride, Finn as man's sense, and soft as woman's love. No. 14. THOMAS HARDY (b. 1840). A nice unparticular man. Far From the Madding Crowd, Chap. 8. We ought to feel deep cheerfulness, as I may say, that a happy Providence kept it from being any worse. {Joseph Foorgrass. ) lb. The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible. Chap. 18. All that's the matter with me is the aiBiction called a multiplying eye. {Joseph Foorgrass.) Chap. 4^, Dialect words — those terrible marks of the" beast to the truly genteel. The mayor of Gasterbridge. Chap. W. A little one-eyed, blinking sort o' place, less of the D'Urberyilles. Fhase 1, Chap. 1. Always washing, and never getting finished. {Mrs. Durberjield.) Chap. 4- The New Testament was less a Christiad than a Fauliad to his intelligence. Fhase 4, Chap. 1. Of course poets have morals and manners of their own, and custom is no argument with them. ■ The Hand of Ethelberta. Chap. 2, Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle. Chap, 9. A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Chap. ZO. Don't you go believing in sayings, Piootee; they are all made by men, for their own advantage. lb. Ethelbeila breathed a sort of exclamation, not right out, but stealthily, like a parson's damn. Chap. ^6. Life's little ironies. Title of Volume {1894), For winning l6ve,"we run the risk of losing. Revulsion. St. t, Dullest of dull-hued days. A Common|)lace Day. •Those house them best who house for secrecy. Heiress and Architect. St. 6, 156 HARE-HARTE. ■WTieu false tliiajs are trought low, And swift things have grown slow, Feigning like froth shall go, Faith be for aye. Between us now. St. 3. When shall the softer, saner politics, Whereof we dream, have play in each prord land f Departure. 'I. II. I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I, " This must be His Immortality." His Immortality. That long drip of human tears Which peoples old in tragedy Have left upon the centuried years. On an Invitation to the United States, Yet saw he something in the lives Of those who ceafied to lire That rounded them with majesty. Which living failed to give. The Casterbridge Captains. No man can change the common lot to rare. To an unborn Pauper Child. Whence comes solace ? Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being ; Not from noting life's conditions, Not from heeding Time's monitions ; But in cleaving to the Dream And in gazing at the gleam Whereby grey, things golden seem. On a Fine Horning. Thou lovest what thou dreamest her ; I am that very dream ! The Well-beloved. St. 13. As newer comers crowd the fore. We drop behind, — We who have laboured long and sore. Times out of mind. And keen are yet, must not regret To drop behind. The Superseded. O Memory, where is now my youth. Who used to say that life was truth. Memory and I. [Ven.] JULIUS CHARLES HARE (1795-1835). Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.* Guesses at Truth. Vol. 1. Half the failures in life arise from pulling in one's horse as he is leaping. If. Purity is the feminine, Truth the mas- culine, of Honour. Xb. None but a fool is always right. Vol. H. lb. • Man is-the creature of circumstances.— Root Owen, "The Philanthropist." [Sir] JOHN HARameT6^l (isei- 1612). Treason doth never prosper : what's the reason ? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason. Epigrams. Of Treason. JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS (b.l848). Brer Fox, he lay low. Legends of the Old Plantation. Chap. ^. Ez soshubble ez a baskit er kittens. Ghaji. 3. Ole man Know- All died las' year. Plantation Proverbs. Lazy fokes' stummucks don't git tired. Winter grape sour, whedder you kin reach 'im or not. H- Jay-bird don't rob his own nes'. lb. Licker talks mighty loud w'en it git loose from de jug. H- Hungry rooster don't cackle w'en he fine a wum, lb, Youk'n hide de fier, but w'at you gwine do wid de smoke ? H- I journeyed fur, I journeyed fas' ; I glad I foun' de place at las' ! Nights with Uncle Remus. 35. All by my own-alone self. lb. 3G. Nimble heel make restless min'. lb. 38. No 'polligy ain't gwine ter make h'ar come back whai the biling water hit. li. 45. FRANCIS BRET HARTE (1839- 1902). Thar ain't no sense in gittin' riled. Jim. Which I wish to remark. And my language is plain,. That for ways that are dark. And for tricks that are vain. The Heathen Chinee is peculiar. Plain Language from Truthful JameS. But his smile it was pensive and childlike. lb. The smile that was childlike and bland. lb. We are ruined by Chinese cheap labour. Ji. Nor should the individual, who happens to be meant, Eeply by heaving rocks at him to any great extent. The Society upon the Stanislaus. And he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the iloor. And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more. ,/J, HARTE— HAZLITT. 157 With unpronounceable, awful names. The Tale of a Pony. His langua,ge is painful emd free. His Answer. Do I sleep ? do I dream ? Do I wander and doubt ? Are things what they seem ? Or is visions about ? Farther Language from Truthful James. For there be women, fair as she. Whose yerbs and nouns do mqre agree. Mrs. Judge Jenkins. If of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, " It might have been," More sad are these we daily see, "It is, but it hadn't ought to be!" lb. [Dr.] WALTER HARTE (1700-1773). Wife he had none : nor had he love to spare; An aged mother wanted all his care. Eulogius. ;. 59. Ignorant of happiness, and blind to ruin, How oft are our petitions our undoing ! /. S25. Her spirit to himself the Almighty drew ; Breathed on the alembic, and exhaled the dew. I. ^65. Dame Nature gave him comeliness and health. And Fortune (for a passport) gave him wealth. 1. 411- CHRISTOPHER H ARVIE 1597-1663) He that doth live at home, and learns to know God and himself, needeth no farther go. The Synagogue. Travels at Some. [Lady] FLORA ELIZABETH HASTINGS (1806-1839). Grieve not that I die young. Is it not well To pass away ere life hath lost its bright- ness ? Saan Song. WILLIAM HAVARD (1710-1778). The greatest glory of a freebom people Is to transmit that freedom to their children. Regains. Our country's welfare is our first concern, And who promotes that best— best proves his -duty. J^. [Rev.] HUGH REGINALD HAWEIS (1838-1901). There is no music in Nature, neither melody or harmony. Music is the creation of man. Hnsic and Morals. Soolc 1, 1. Emotion, not thought, is the sphere of music. ■^• STEPHEN HAWES (1483-1512). When th' little birdes swetely did sing Lauds to their Maker early i' th' morning. Graund Amouro. ANTHONY HOPE HAWKINS (Anthony Hope) (b. 1863). Good families are generally worse than any others. The Prisoner of Zenda. Ohap. 1. Telling the truth to people who misunder- stand you is generally promoting falsehood, isn't it ? The Dolly Dialogues. No. llf. "A book," I observed, " might be written on the Injustice of the Just." No. IB. ITnless one is a genius, it is best to aim at being intelligible. Ih. ' ' Boys will be boys. " "And even that, ' ' I interposed, " wouldn't matter if we could only prevent girls from being girls." No. 16. "Bourgeois,'" I observed, "is an epithet which the rifi-rafE apply to what is respect- able, and the aristocracy to what is decent." No. 17. He is very fond of making things which he doesn't want, and then giving them to people who have no use for them. lb. There's always a comparison. No. 20. [Col.] JOHN HAY (1838-1905). He weren't no saint — but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim. Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hand with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing — And wend for it thar and then ; And Christ ain't a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men. Jim Bludso> RUTHERFORD B. HAYES (b. 1822). He serves his party best who serves the country best. Inaugural Address. March 5, 1ST7. WILLIAM HAYLEY (1745-1820). And heaven's soft azure in her eye was seen. The AfQicted Father. WILLIAM HAZLITT (1778-1830). We are all of us more or less the slaves of opinion. Political Essays. On Court Injliieme. Man is a toad-eating animal. On the Connection between Toad-Maters and Tyrant.'. The love of liberty is the love of otheis ; the love of power is the love of ourselves. 158 HEATH-HEBEB. Those who make their dress a principal part of themselves, -will, in general, hecome of no more value than their dress. Political Essays. On the Clerical Character. The greatest offence against virtue is to speak ill of it. Sketches and Essays. On Cant and Eypocnsy. The most fluent talkers or most plausible reasoners are not always the justest thinkers. On Prejumce. We never do anything well till we cease to thiuk ahout the manner of doing it. It. Of all eloquence a nickname is the most concise ; of all arguments the most un- answerable. On Nielcnamcs. Eules and models destroy genius and art. On Taste. Words are the only things'that last forever. Table Talk. On Thought and Action. A thing is not vulgar merely because it is common. On Vulgarity. I do not think there is anything deserving the name of society to be found out of Lon- don . . . You can pick your society nowhere but in London. On Coffee-Some Politicians. The English (it must be owned) are rather a foul-mouthed nation. On Criticism. We can hardly hate anyone that we know. Why Distant Objects Flease. Venerate art as art. On Patronage. All uneducated people are hypocrites. On the Knowledge of Character. He [Coleridge] talked on for ever; and you wished him to talk on for ever. Lecture on the Living Poets. All country people hate each other. Lecture on Mr. Wordsworth's Excursion. There is nothing good to be had in the country, or, if there be, they will not let you have it. lb. London is the only place in which the child grows completely up into the man. Essay. On Londoners and Country People. His sayings are generally Hke women's letters ; all the pith is in the postscript. [7h reference to Chas. Lamb.'] BoBwell Redivlvus, Conversation with Northcote. ROBERT HEATH (c. 1617-c. 1660). Where beauty is, there will be love. Nature, that wisely nothing made in vain, Did make you lovely to be loved again. To Clarastella, saying she would commit liersclf to a nunnery. REGINALD HEBER, Bishop of Calcutta (1783-1826). Triumphant race! and did your power decay P , , j o Failed the bright promise of your early day .'' Palestine. No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung. Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. _ Majestic silence.* -"'■ Our heart is in heaven, our home is not here. Hymns. Fourth Sunday in Advent. The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could'pierce beyond the grave. St. Stephen'' s Day, Brightest and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ! Epiphany. When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil. Seventh Sunday after Trinity, From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand. Where Afric's sunny fountains EoU doTfa their golden sand. Defore a Collection for the Society for the Propagation of the Gospel. Though every prospect pleases. And only man is vile. Ih, Death rides on every passing breeze, He lurks in every flower : Each season has its own disease, . Its peril every hour. At a Funeral. Thou art gone to the grave ! but we will not deplore thee, ^ Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb. lb. And sigh to bethink me how vain is my sighing. For love, once extinguished, is kindled no more. Song to a Welsh Air. I see them on their winding way. Above their ranks the moonbeams play, And nearer yet, and yet more near, The martial chorus strikes the ear. Lines written to a Uarch. Reflected on the lake, I love To see the stars of evening glow ; So tranquil in the heavens above. So restless in the wave below. Thus heavenly hope is all serene. But earthly hope, how bright soe'er. Still fluctuates o'er this changing scene. As false and fleeting as 'tis fair. On Heavenly and Earthly Hope. *In later editions "No hammers fell" was altered to " No workman steel." HEMANS— HENLEY. 159 FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS, nee Browne (1793-183&) Home of the Arts ! * where glory's faded smile Sheds lingering light o'er many a moulder- ing pile. Restoration of the Works of Art to Italy. With life's best halm — forgetfulness. The Caravan in the Desert. There smiles no Paradise on earth so fair But gailt will raise avenging phantoms there. The Abencerrage. Canto 1, 1. Yet smiles the day — oh ! not for mortal tear Doth Nature deviate from her calm career ; Nor is the earth less laughing or less fair Though hreaMng hearts her gladness maj' not share. lb. And for their hirthplace moan, as moans the ooean-shelL The Forest Sanctuary. St. Jf. Oh! what a crowded world one moment may contain ! The Last Constantino. 69. Holy and pure are the drops that fall When the young bride goes from her father's hall. The Bride of the Greek Isle. Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men ! Bernardo del Carpio. I come, I come ! ye have called me long. I come o'er the mountains with light and song! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth. By the primrose-stars, in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass. The Yoice of Spring. The stately homes of England ! How beautiful they stand, Amidst their tall ancestral trees, O'er all the pleasant land ! The Homes of England. The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains. lb. Alas, for love ! if thou wert all, And nought beyond, O Earth ! The Graves of a Household. I bear thee speak of the better land, Thou callest its children a happy band ; Mother, oh ! where is that radiant shore ; Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? The Better Land. Not there, not there, my child ! lb. The hoy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled. Casablanca. Checked in the glory of his mid career. Death of Princess Charlotte. St. i. Around him Heaven a solemn cloud hath ' Italy. The past, the future, are a dream to him ! St. 8. Hope on, hope ever !— by the sudden springing Of green leaves which the winter hid so long ; And by the bursts of free, triumphant singing, After cold silent months, the woods among. The Cross in the Wilderness. Leaves have their time to fall, Aid flowers to wither at the north- wind's breath, And stars to set — but all. Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! The Hour of Death. The breaking waves dashed high On a stem and rock-bound coast ; And the woods, against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tost. Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers. Ay, call it holy ground. The soil where first they trod ! They have left unstained what .there they found — , Freedom to worship God ! lb. Our light is flown. Our beautiful, that seemed too much our own Ever to die ! The Two Voices. In the music-land of dreams. The Sleeper. WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY (1849-1905). Much is she worth and even more is made of her. In Hospital. 10. Staff-Nurse : Old style. His wise, rare smile is sweet with certainties. 15. The Chief, Father of honour. And giver of kingship, The feme-smith, the song-master, Bringer of women. The Song of the Sword. It matters not how strait the §ate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul. „ ^ „ „ Echoes. 4- ToE,J,S.B, Old Indefatigable Time's right-hand man, the sea. _ . „ Bhymes and Bhythms. U. To J. -A. 0. 160 HENRY— HERBERT. Ever the faith endures, England, my England : — " Take and break us : we are yours, England, my own ! Life is good, and joy runs high Between English earth and sky: Death is death ; hut we shall die To the Song on your bugles blown, England." Rhymes and Rhythms, zb. [Rev.] MATTHEW HENRY (1662- 1714). To their own second and sober thoughts. Exposition. Joh 6, Z9. Rolled under the tongue as a sweet morsd. Commentaries. Fsalin 78. PATRICK HENRY (1736-1799). I know not what course others may take ; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death '. Speech. March, 1775. ROBERT HENRYSON (Scottish Poet) (c. 1450-1507). They drank the water clear Instead of wuie, but yet they made good cheer. The Town and Country House. For evemiore, I wait, and longer too. lb. Who has enough, of no more has he need. lb. EDWARD HERBERT, Lord Herbert of Chcrbury (1581-1648). Sleep, nurse of our life, care's best teposer. To his MistreBB, for her Picture. Our life is but a dark and stormy night. To which sense yields a weak and glimmer- ing light, ■While wandering man thinks he discemeth all By that which makes him but mistake, and fall. lb. GEORGE HERBERT (1693-1632). A verse may find him who a sermon flies. And turn delight into a sacrifice. The Temple. T/w Church Torch. Abstain wholly, or wed. lb. If God had laid all common, certainly Man would have been th' incloser ; but since now God hath impaled us, ou the contrary Man breaks the fence, and every ground will plough. Jb. Drink not the third glass, which thou canst not tame. When once it is within thee. lb. Four the shame. Which it would pour on thee, upon the floor. It is most just to throw that on the ground. Which would throw me there, if I keep the round. ^' Be not a beast in courtesy, but stay. Stay at the third cup, or forego the place. Wine above all things doth God's stamp deface. -W^ Lust and wine plead a pleasure, avarice gain; But the cheap swearer, through his open sluice. Lets his soul run for nought, as little fearing ; Were I an Epicure, I could bate swearing. When thou dost tell another's jest, therein Omit the oaths, which true wit cannot need. lb. Dare to be true. Nothing can need a lie : A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. lb. Chase brave employments with a, naked sword Throughout the world. Eool not, for all may have. If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave. lb, O England ! full of sin, but most of sloth, Spit out thy phlegm, and fill thy breast with glory. lb. For he that needs five thousand pound to live, Is full as poor as he that needs but five. lb. When thou dost purpose ought (within thy power). Be sure to do it, though it be but small. lb. Do all things like a man, not sneakingly : Think the King sees thee still ; for his Jling does. lb. Never was scraper brave man. Get to live ; Then live and use it. Jb. Use alone Makes money not a contemptible stone. lb. Wealth is the conjuror's devil ; Whom when he thinks he hath, the devil hath him. lb. Who cannot live on twenty pound a year, Cannot on forty : he's a man of pleasure, A kind of thing that's for itself too eak when one would silent be ; To wake when one would wish to sleep. And wake to agony. The Lot of Thousands. RICHARD HURD (1720-1808). In this awfully stupendo\is manner, at which Eeason stands aghast, and Faith her- self is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested. Sermons. Vol. S,p. 287. * Proverb — "Beauty draws more than oxen," q.v. Sec alto Pope : "And beauty draws us with a single hair " JAMES HURDIS (1763-1801). Eise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. The Village Curate. FRANCIS HUTCHESON, the Elder (1694-1747). _ That Action is best which procures t the greatest Sappiness for the greatest Numbers ; and that worst, which, in like manner, occasions misery.^ Inquiry into the Original of our Ideas of Beauty and Virtue.. (172S). Treatise S, See. S : An Inquiry concerning Moral Good and iEvil. Wisdom denotes the pursuing of the best ends by the best means. Sec. 5. To make Uniformity amidst Variety the occasion of pleasure. S'ec. 8. THOMAS HENRY HUXLEY (1826- 1895).. If a Uttle knowledge is dangerous, where is the man who has so much as to be out of danger ? Science and Culture : On Elementary Instruction in Physiology. Irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors. The Coming of Age of the Origin of Species. It is the customary fate of new truths, to begin as heresies, and to end as supersti- tious, lb. Logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men. Animal Automatism. Veracity is the heart of moralily. Universities Actual amd Ideal. The great end of life is not knowledge, but action. Technical Education. EDWARD HYDE. Earl of Clarendon (1608-1674). What was said of Cinna might well be applied to him [John Hampden] ; he had a head to contrive, and a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute, any mischief. § History of the Rebellion. Book 7. THOMAS INGELEND (fl. 1660). A man without knowledge, an' I have read, May well be compared to one that is dead. The Disobedient Child. t "Accomplishes " in the first edition. X A similac phrase appears in the Marquis do Beccaria's " Dei Delitte delle Pene " (lT(i4), p. 4, viz. : " The greatest happiness distributed ainougst the greatest number. Six also Priestley and Jeremy Bentham. § See Gibbon (Note, page 112). 174 INGELOW— JEROME. JEAN INGELOW (1820-1897). And didst thou lore the race that loved not thee ? Honours. There are worse losses than the loss of youth. The Star's Monument. [Rev.] JOHN KELLS INGRAM, LL.D. (b. 1823). Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight ? Who blushes at the name ? When cowards mock the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for shame ? Song. Published in "The Dublin Nation," April 1, 1843. WASHINGTON IRVING (1783-1859). The Almighty Dollar, that great object of universal devotion throughout our land. The Creole Village. A tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edged tool that grows Keener with constant use. Rip Van Winkle. He who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette, is indeed a hero. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. A woman's whole existence is a history of the affections. The Broken Heart. JAMES I. of Scotland (1395-1437). Worshippe, ye that lovers bene, this May ! For of your bliss the calends are begun ; And sing with us, " Away ! winter, away ! Come, summer, come, the sweet season and sun ! " The King's Qtiair, St. 15. Beauty enough to make a world to dote. St. 2S. JAMES I. of England and JAMES VI. of Scotland (1666-1625). A branch of the sin of drunkenness, which is the root of all sins. A Counterblast to Tobacco {published 1604). ■ Herein is not only a great vanity, but a great contempt of God's good gifts, that the sweetness of man's breath, being a good gift of God, should be wilfully corrupted by this stinking smoke, 2b. A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and ia the bla;ck, stinking fume thereof nearest resembling the horrible Stygian smoke of the pit that is bottom- less. /J THOMAS JEFFERSON (1743-1826). The God who gave us life gave iis liberty' at the same time. Bwmmary View of the Rights of British America. We hold these truths to be self-evident : that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator vrith inalien- able rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Declaration by the Representa- tiires of the United States. Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it. Inaugural Address. SOAME JENYNS (1704-1787). A fair, where thousands meet, but none can stay ; An inn, where travellers bait, then post away. The Immortality of the Soul. Translated from the Latin of Isaac Hawkins Brmvne. Leam'd or unleam'd, we all are politicians. Horace (imitated). Ep. 1, Book t. A man whose eloquence has power To clear the fullest house in hajf an hour. lb. We poets are, in every age and nation, A most absurd, vrroug-headed generation. Ih. He must be dull as a Dutch commentator. . a. On parchment wiugs his acres take their flight. The Hodern Fine Gentleman. Faction, Disappointment's restless child. On a late attempt on his Majesty's life. JEROME K. JEROME (b. 1869). I like work ; it fascinates me. I can sit and look at it for hours. I love to keep it by me: the idea of getting rid of it nearly breaks my heart. Three Men in a Boat Cliap. 15. It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly imless one has plenty of work to do. Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow.— On Being Idle: Love is like the measles ; we all have to go through it. On being in love. Conceit is the finest ai'mour a man cafi wear. On being shy. We drink one another's healths and spoil- our own. On Eating and Drinking. The world must be getting old, I think ; it dresses so very soberly now. On Dress and Deportment. It is always the best policy to. speak the truth, unless of course you are an excep- tionally good liar. The Idler. leb., 18911, JERROLD-JOHNSON. 175 DOUGLAS WILLIAM JERROLD (1803-1857). The only athletic sport I ever mastered was backgammon. Attributed. The greatest animal in creation, the animal who cooks. lb. Tickle her with a hoe, and she laughs with harvest. lb. Tou tickle it with a plough and it laugh s a hanrest. Another Version. Dogmatism is puppyism come to its full growth. A Man made of Money. A modem Moses who sits on Pisgah with his back obstinately turned to that promised land, the Future ; he is only fit for those old maid tabbies, the Muses. Revien of Wordsworth's Poems, If an earthquake were to engulf England to-morrow, the English would manage to meet and dine somewhere among the rub- bish, just to celebrate the event. Remark quoted in Life by Blanchard Jerrold, as said by jDoufflas Jcrrold in the Museum Club. Beligion's in the heart, not in the knee. The Devil's Ducat. JOHN JEWELL, Bishop of Salisbury (1622-1671). -'' Error cannot be defended but by error. Untruth cannot be shielded but by untruth. A defence of the Apology for the Church of England. Evils must be cured by their contraries. lb. To maintain a fault known is a double fault. lb. Vessels never give so great a sound as when they are empty.* Jb. A contentious man wiU never lack words. SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1786). Tm'u from the glittering bribe thy scornful eye, Nor sell for gold what gold could never buy. London. London ! the needy villain's general home, The common-sewer of Paris and of Eome. lb. All crimes are safe but hated poverty. This, only this, the rigid law pursues. lb. • See Proverb ; " Empty vessels make the most poise." Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ; Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart. Than when a blockhead's insult points the darj;. lb. This mournful truth is everywhere confessed. Slow rises worth by poverty depressed, lb. There every bush with Nature's music ringg, There every breeze bears health upon its wings. ib. Prepare for death if here at night you roam, And sign your will before you sup from home. Ib, Let observation with extensive view, Sm-vey mankind from China to Peru ; t Bemark each anxious toil, each eager strife. And watch the busy scenes of crowded life. Yanlty of Human Wishes. As treacherous phantoms in the mist delude. Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good. Ib. Still to new heights his restless wishes tower, Claim leads to claim, and power advances power ; Till conquest uni'esisted ceased to please. And rights submitted left him none to seize. Ib. There mark what ills the scholar's life assail. Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the gaol. See nations, slowly wise and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust. lb. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire. No dangers fright him, and no labours tire. lb. He left the name, at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Ib. That Ufe protracted is protracted woe Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy And shuts up all the passages of joy. Ib. An age that melts with unperceived decay, And glides in modest innocence away. Ib. The gen'ral fav'rite as the gen'ral friend.^ Ib. Superfluous lags the vet'ran on the stage 'lb. Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise ! From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires a driv'ler and a show. Ib. What ills from beauty spring. Ib. Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Boll darkling down the torrent of his fate ? lb. Secure, whate'er He gives. He gives the best. Ib- t "De Paris au P6rou, du Japon jusqu'4 Eome."— BoILEAU, Sat. 8, 3 (1667). 176 JOHNSON, Each change of many-coloured life he drew; Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new ; Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, And panting Time toiled after him in vain. Prologue, 1747. Then Jonson came, instructed from the school, To please in method and invent by rule. lb. Cold Approbation gave the lingering bays. For those who durst not censure, scarce could praise. H- The wild vicissitudes of taste. lb. ■ The stage but echoes back the public voice ; The drama's laws, the drama's patrons give, For we that live to please, must please to live. lb- Officious, innocent, sincere ; Of every friendless name the friend. On the death of Mr. R. Levett. Yet still he fills affection's eye. Obscurely wise, and coarsely kind. lb. In "misery's darkest cavern known; His useful care was ever nigh.* His virtues walked their narrow round. Nor made a pause, nor left a void ; And sure th' Eternal Master found The single talent well employed. 75 Then with no fiery throbbing pain,t No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way. lb. Sleep undistui-bed within this peaceful shrine, Till angelswake thee withanote like thine. Epitaph on Claude Phillips. Our own felicity we make or find. Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Lines added to Goldsmith's Deserted ViUage. What cannot be repaired is not to bo regretted. Basselas. No man was ever great by imitation. lb. " To him that lives well," answered the hermit, " every form of life is good." lb. Marriage has many pains, but celibacy has no pleasures. Ji, AH power of fancy over reason is a degree cf insanity. ift. This man Ithought had been aLord among wits, but I find he is only a wit among Lords. From Boswell's "Life." MemarJc, 1754. * " His ready help was always nigh." Fiist G'litioii. t " Then with no throbs of fiery I'ain." First edition. Men do not suspect faults which they do not commit. Letter to Bennet Langton, 17oo. Towering in the confidence of twenty-one, a., 1758. The worst of Warburton is, that he has a rage for saying something when there's nothing to be said. lUmark to Br. Burney, 1758. No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail ; for being in a ship is being in jail with the chance of being drowned. ... A man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company. Remark, 1759. The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high road that leads him to England. Remark to Mr. Vgilme, 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. Remark to BosweU, 1763. Your levellers wish to level doum as far as themselves ; but they cannot bear levelling itp to themselves. lb. A very unclubbable man. Jh. 1764. The reference is to Sir John Hawkins. He that voluntarily continues ignorance is guilty of aU the crimes which ignorance produces. Letter to W. Drummond, Aug. IS, 1766. Every man has a lurking wish to appear considerable in his native place. Letter to Sir Joshua Reynolds, 1770. Much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young. Remark, 177^. The Irish are a fair people ; they never speak well of one another. Remark to Dr. Barnard, Bishop of Killahe. Was ever poet so trusted before ? Lettei- to Boswell referring to Goldsmith's debts at his death, July 4, 1774- We may take Fancy for a companion, but must follow Beason as om- guide. Letter to Boswell, 1774. In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath. Remark to Dr. Burney, 1775. There are few ways in which a man can he more innocently employed than in getting money. Remark to Dr. Strahan, cited 1775. I never think I have hit hard, unless it rebounds. Remark, 1775. A man will turn over half a library to make one book. lb. Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. lb. JOHNSON, 177 Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it. From BoBwoirs "Life." Seinark, 1775. When men come to like a sea life they are not fit to Uye on land. IRemark to Boswell, 1776. There is no private house in which people can enjoy themselves so well as in a capital tavern. lb. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced, as by a good tavern or inn. id. ■ No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. lb. A man who has not been in Italy is always conscious of an inferiority. IRemark, 1776. Surely the voice of the public, when it calls •so loudly, and only for mercy, ought to be heard. Xetter to Boswell, 1777. When a man is tired of London he is tired of life ; for there is in London all that life can afford. Memark to Boswell, 1777. All argument is against it, but all belief is for it.* Remark, 1778. Though we cannot out- vote thein, we will out-argue them. lb. Every man thinks meanly of himself (or not having been a soldier, or not having been at sea. lb. No good and worthy man will insist upon another man's drinking wine. Remark to Sir Joshtta Reynolds, 1778. Claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; hut he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. Meinark at dinner at Sir Joshua Reynolds', 1779. Bemember that all tricks are either knavish or childish. Letter to Boswell, 1779. If you are idle, be not solitary ; if you are BoKtary, be not idle. lb. There is no wisdom in useless and hopeless sorrow. Letter to Mrs. Thrale, 1781. We are not here to sell a parcel of boilers »ud vate, but the potentialitjr of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice, t Remark on the sale of ThraWs Breweri/, 1781. Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world. Remark to Wilkes, 1781. A wise T!oTy and a wise Whig, I believe, will agree. Their principles are the same, though their modes of thinking are different. Of "Tory and Whig." Written statement given to Boswell, 178S. * The Appearance of men's spirits after death, t See Edwarfl Moore's "The Gamester," 18 a My dear friend, clear your mind of cant. Remark to Boswell, 178S. Boswell (said he) is a very clubbable man. Note by Boswell, 1783. "Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat." Farody on the line " Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free." Quoted by Boswell, 1784. Sir, if theyshould cease to talk of me I must starve. Remark, 1784. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in constant repair. Remark to Sir Joshua Reynolds. Be virtuous ends pursued by virtuous means, Nor think th' intention sanctifies the deed. Irene, The labyrinths of treason. lb. For when was power beneficent in vain ? lb. Grown old in courts. Translation of a Speech of AquUelo. That saw the manners in the face. Lines on Hogarth's Death. Life declines from thirty-five. To Mrs. Thrale. Catch then, 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. But what are the hopes of man ? I am disappointed by that stroke of death, which has eclipsed the gaiety of nations, and impover^ed the public stock of harmless pleasure. (Alluding to Garrick's death.) Lives of the Poets. Life of Smith. The modesty of praise wears gradually away. Life of Halifax. 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. The true Genius is a mind of large general powers, accidentally determined to some particular direction. Life of Cowley. Language is the dress of thought. lb. To be of no church is dangerous. Life of Milton. An acrimonious and surly republican. /*. The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordmary commonwealth. (Fresumed to be a qmtation from Milton.) Lb. The great source of pleasure is variety. ^ Life of Butler, 178 JOHNSON. ) fly Pointed axioms - and acute replies loose atout the world, and are assig successively to those whom it may lie the fashion to celebrate. LiYes of the Poets. Zife of Walker. The father of English criticism [Dryden]. Life of Dryden. Not below mediocrity, nor above it. Zife of A. Phillips. I may be truly said to have squandered my estate, without honour, without friends, and without pleasure. The Adventurer. No. 34. "While he- (Junius) walks like Jack the Giant Killer in a coat of darkness, he may do much mischief with little strength. Falkland's Islands. He that raises false hopes to serve a present purpose, only makes a way for disappointment and discontent. The Patriot To be prejudiced is always to be weak. Taxation no Tyranny. The mail 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 lona. Journey to the Western Islands. Notes are often necessary, but they are necessary-evils. Preface to Shakespeare. In all pointed sentences, some degree of accuracy must be sacrificed to conciseness. On the Bravery of the Kngllsh Common Soldiers. From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend. Path, motive, guide, original, and end. The Rambler. No. 7. (^Translated from Boethiiii.) He looked upon the whole generation of woollen-drapers to be such despicable wretches that no gentleman ought to pay them. No. 9. A man guilty of poverty easily believes himself suspected. No. 26. Without frugality none can be rich, and with it very few would be poor. No. 67. Men seldom give pleasure where they are not pleased themselves. No. 74. Where there is no hope, there can be no endeavour. ■ ifo. 110. I gleaned jests at home from obsolete farces. ' JVb. I4I. Beasts of each kind their fellows spare. Bear lives in amity with bear. No. 160. {Translated from Jitvenal.) Every man is, or hopes to be, an Idler. The Idler. No. 1. When two Englishmen meet, talk is of the weather. their first No. 11. Promise, large promise, is the soul of an advertisement. No. 4O. Pleasure is very seldom fotmd where it is sought. No. 58. Nothing is more hopeless than a scheme of merriment. lb. What is twice read is commonly better remembered than what is transcribed. No. 74. All this is very judicious ; you may talk; sir, as you please, but I will still say what I said at first. (Bob Sturdy's way of closing a debate.) No. 8S. If he (Phil Gentle) is obliged to speak, he. then observes that the question is difficult; that he never received so much pleasure from a debate before ; that neither of the controvertists could have found his match in any other company ; that Mr. Wormwood's assertion is very well supported, and yet there is great force in what Mr. Scruple has advanced against it. lb. If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tie a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father. Burlesque of Lopez de Vegans lines, " Se acquien los leones vence," etc, A good hater. ; Jobnsonlana. {Mrs. JPiozzi.) No. 39. The atrocious crime of being a, yoimg man. Beply of William Pitt (afterwards Lord Chatham) to Walpole, as wntten by Johnson, March 6, 1741. Since all must life resign. Those sweet rewards, which decorate the brave, 'Tis folly to decline. And steal inglorious to the silent grave. Lines added to an Ode by Sir William Jones. The chief glory of every people arises from its authors. Dictionary of the English Language. Treface, I am not yet so lost in lexicography, as to forget that words qre the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven, lb. Excise: A hateful tax levied upon commodities. Definition. Patron : Commonly a wretch who sup- ports with insolence, and is paid with flattery. lb. JONES— JONSON. 179 Rnsion : An allowance made to anyone without an equivalent. In England it is generally undeistood to mean pay given to a state hireling for treason to his country. Dictionary of the English Lan^eige. Definition. Whig : The name of a faction, lb. In hed we laugh, in bed we cry, And bom in bed, in bed we die ; The near approach a bed may show Of human bliss to human woe. ImproYised Translation of Benserade (d. 1691). Lines " A son lit." HENRY ARTHUR JONES (b. 1851). Coke, I have an unconquerable aversion to Dissenters. — Sir Christopher Deering, Oh, I hate 'em ! But they saved England, hang 'em ! And I'm not sure whether they're not the soundest part of the nation to-day. The Liars. Act 1. If there is one beast in all the loathsome fauna of civilization I hate and despise, it is a man of the world. lb. . [Sir] WILLIAM JONES (1746-1794). Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven. Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven.* Lines in Substitution for the Old Latin Version. Vain pleasures sting the Ups they Mss ; How aSps are hid beneath the bowers of bliss ! The Palace of Fortune, 241- Go boldly forth, my simple lay. Whose accents flow with artless ease, - Like orieqt pearls at random strung. Persian Song of Haflz. On parent knees, a naked new-born child. Weeping, thou sat'st whilst all around thee smiled; So live, that, sinking in thy last long sleep. Calm- thou may'st smile, while all around thee weep. From the Persian. What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlements or laboured mound. Thick wall or moated gate, Ne : men, high-minded men Men, who their duties know, But know their rights, and knowing, dare maintain, These constitute a State. Ode in Imitation of Alceeus. • "Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on nature tix." —Lines quotcc} (in Latin) by Sir B. Coke, and translated by Sir W. .Tones. And sovereign Law, that State's collected . wiU, O'er thrones and globes elate. Sits Empress, crowning good, repressing ill- lb. Love's pale sister, Pity, Hymn to Darga. Hard fate of man, on whom the heavens bestow A drop of pleasure for a pea of woe. Laura. Hope, that with honey blends the cup of pain; Hymn to Sereswaty. f. 19. ' Love extinguished, heaven and earth must fail. Epistles 1. Chap. 4, 8. BEN JONSON (1574-1637). J Hating that solemn vice of greatness, pride/ On Lady Bedfoid. 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.t The Forest, To Celia. England's high Chancellor, the destined heir, In his soft cradle; to his father's chair, Whose even thread the Eates spin round and f uH. . i Out of their choicest and thEJr whitest wool. On Loi^d Bacon. Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother Death,- ere thou hast slain another Leam'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Epitaph. Lady Pembroke. Great honours are great burdens. Catiline's Conspiracy. Aet S, 1. Ambition like a; torrent ne'er looks back. Acts, If. 'Tis the common disease of all your musicians, that they know no meau, to be entreated either to begin or to end. The Poetaster. Act 2,^. He cleaves to me like Alcides' shirt. Act 3, Z. Apes are apes, though clothed in scarlet. ^ i' ' 5 Act 5, 3. Still to be neat, still to be drest. As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed J Lady, it is to be presumed. Though art's hid causes are not found. All is not sweet, all is not sound. Epicoene ; or, the Silent Woman. Act 1, 1. t Derived from Philostratus ; see Clifford's "Jonson." t An imitation of a Latin poem printed at the end of the Variorum edition of Petvonius com- mencing, " Semper munditiis." 180 JONSON, Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace. Epiccsne ; or, the Silent Woman. Aet 1, 1. Such sweet neglect more taketh me Thau all th' adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. lb. Deny 't who can. Silence in woman is like speech in man. Aet 3, 3. This is worst of all worst worsts that hell could have devised. Act 5, 4. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbour ^va ' To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph — Elizabeth L. H. Wherein the graver had a strife With Nature, to out-do the life. Shakespeare's Portrait. In rhyme, fine tinkling rhyme and flowand verse. With now and then some sense ; and he was psiid for it, Begarded and rewarded; which few poets Are nowadays.* Masque of the Fortunate Isles. Vol. 6, p. 192. Better be dumb than superstitious. Underwoods. 9, Eupheme. Who falls for love of God shall rise a star. SS. To a friend. Talking and eloquence are not the same ; to speak, and to speak well, are two things. Discoveries. Soul of the age ! The applause, deKght, and wonder of our My Shakespeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further off, to make thee room ; Thou art a monument, without a tomb. To the Memory of Hr. W. Shakespeare. ■ ' Preface to First Folio, 1622. And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek. jj. He was not of an age, but for all time. lb. For a good poet's made, as well as bom. lb. Sweet Swan of Avon ! ij. In small proportion we just beauties see, And i» short measures life may perfect be. Good Life, Long Life. Dreaming on nought but idle poetry. That fruitless and improfitable art, Good unto none ; but least to the professors. Every Man in his Humour. Act 1, 1, * AUnsion to Scogaii, poet kmf. Henry IV, Nor stand so much on your gentility, Which is an airy, and mere borrowed thing, fVom dead men's dust, and bones, and none of yours. Unless yon make, or hold it. lb, Force works on servile natures not the free. Act 1, «. By the foot of Pharaoh ! Aet 1, S. Get money ; still, get money, boy ; No matter by what means ; money will do. Act 2, 5. Be exceeding proud. Stand upon your gentility, and scorn every man. Speak nothing humbly. . . . Love no man. Trust no man. Speak ill of no man to his face ; nor well of any man behind his back. . . . Spread yourself on his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private. Act 3, 4- I do honour the very flea of his dog. Act 4, 4. Yet I hold it not good polity to go dis- armed, for though I be sldlfm I may be oppressed with multitudes. Act 4, 7. This will I venture upon my poor gentleman-like carcass to perform. lb. Civilly by the sword. lb. Anger costs a man nothing. Act 4, 8. Plagued with an itching leprosy of wit. Every Han out of his Humour. Ante-Frologue. {Second Sounding). Sit melancholy, and pick your teeth when you cannot spesJc. Act 1, 2. Let them be good that love me, though but few. Cynthia's Bevels. Act S, 4. True happiness Consists not in the multitude of friends, But in tho worth and choice. lb. Ambition dares not stoop. Act 4, 2. Of all wild beasts preserve me from -a, tyrant ; And of all tame, a flatterer. Fall of Sejanus. Act 1. Contempt of fame begets contempt of virtue. /j. He tha-eatens many that hath injured oae. Act 2. 'Twas only fear first in the world made gods. 74_ Who nourisheth a Uon must obey him. Acts. Posterity pays every man his honour. 16, What excellent fools Eeligion makes of men 1 Act 5. I do love To note and to observe. Yolpone. Act 5, 1. "JUNIUS "-KEATS. 181 Calumnies are auswolred best with silence. Yolpone. Act S, S. 1 am now past the craggy paths of study, and come to the flowery plains of honour and reputation. lb. All the wise world is little else, in nature But parasites, or sub-parasites. Act S, 1. Somewhat costive of belief. The Alchemist. Act H, S. I wiU eat exceedingly, and prophesy. Bartholomew Fair. Act 1, G. Keither do thou lust after that tawney weed tobacco. Act S, G. She is my own lawfully begotten wife. In wedlock. The New Inn. Act 4, 3. 0, for an engine to keep back all clocks. Act 4, 4- One woman reads another's character Without the tedious trouble of deciphering. lb. Care that is entered once into the breast. Will have the whole possession, ere it rest. Tale of a Tub. Act 1, 7, Indeed there is a woimdylnck in names, Sir, And a main mystery, an' a man knew where To vind it. Act 4, 1. The fiend hath much to do, that keeps a school ; Or is the father of a family ; Or governs but a country academy. The Sad Shepherd. {A fragment^ Act S, 1. TTin hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. . . The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end. On the Lord St. Albans. {Bacon.) In his adversity I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for greatness he could not want. I^- "JUNIUS" (Letters published 1769- 1772.) One precedent creates another. They soon accumulate and become law. Dedication. This is not the cause of faction, or of party, or of any individual, but the common interest of every man in Britain. lb. The liberty of the press is the jialladium of all the civil, political, and religious rights of an Englishman. -'"■ Death-bed repentance seldom reaches to restitution. ^• To be acquainted with the merit of a ministry, we need only observe the condition of the people. -Xetter 1. fan. gl, 17G9. There is no extremity of distress, which, of itself, ought to reduce a great nation to despair. lb. In all the mazes of metaphorical confusion. Letter 7. March 3, 1769. The right of election is the very essence of the constitution. Letter 11. April ^4) 1769. Is this the wisdom of a great minister ; or is it the ominous vibration of a pendulum ? Letter 1^. May SO, 1769. I do not give you to posterity as a pattern to imitate, but as an example to deter. lb. There is a holy, mistaken zeal in politics, as well as religion. By persuading others we convince ourselves. Letter 35. Dec. 19, 1769. The fortune which made you a king, for- bade you to have a friend. It is a law of nature, which cannot be violated with impunity. lb.. Whether it be the heart to, conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. Letter 37. March 19, 1770. The noble spirit of the metropolis is the life- blood of the state, collected at the heart. lb. The injustice done to an individual is sometimes of service to the public. Letter 41- Nov. U, 1770. Private credit is wealth, public honour is security. The feather that adorns the royal bird supports his flight ; strip him of his nlumage, and you fix him. to the earth. ^ ^ ' Letter 4^. Jan. 30, 1771. The flaming patriot, who so lately scorched us in the mendian, sinks temperately to the west, and is hardly felt as he descends. Letter 54- Aug. 15, 1771. JOHN KEATS (1795-1821). A maker of sweet poets. {The Moon). Early Poems. I stood a Ttptoe. Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong. To O. F. Hathew. Much have I travelled in the realms of ^ On flrst looking Into Chapman's Homer. Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when, with eagle eyes. He stared at the Pacific— and aU his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise- Silent, upon a peak m Darren. J- »• A money-mong'ring pitiable brood. Addressed to Haydon. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ? lb. 182 KEATS. The poetry of earth is never dead. On the Grasshopper and the Cricket. They swayed about upon a rocking-horse, And thought it Pegasus, Sleep and Poetry. There is not a fiercer hell than the failure m a great object. Endymion^ Preface. The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy ; but there is a space of Hf e between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character un- decided, the way of life , uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: thence proceeds mawkishness. lb, A tjWng of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but stiU will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Pull of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing, Sook 1. Breathed words Would all be lost, unheard, and vain as swords Against the encased crocodile, or leaps Of grasshoppers against the sun. lb. He ne'er is crowned With immortality who fears to follow Where airy voices lead. Book 2. 'Tis the pest Of love that fairest joys give most unrest. lb. Par-spooming oSean. /}. Wliat is there in thee. Moon ! that thou should'st move My heart so potently ? lb. Iiet me have music dying, and I seek TSo more delight. Book 4. Pair Melody ! kind Siren ! I've no choice ; I must be thy sad servant evermore ; I cannot choose but kneel here and adore. lb. Love in a hut, with water and a cmst, Is— Love, forgive us ! — cinders, ashes, dust ; Love in a palace is, perhaps, at last More grievous torment than a hermit's fast. Lamia. Part f . In pale contented sort of discontent. lb. With reconciling words and courteous mien Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen. lb. Do not all chai'ms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? lb. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. lb. ^Music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor. Kve of St. Agnes. St. S. And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes. St. U. As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again. St. zi . And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon. St. SO. He played an ancient ditty, long since mute. St. BS. Panatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect. Hyperion.' {ISW.) Earlier Version. That large utterance of the early Gods. Book 1, I. BO. aching time ! O moments big as years ! 1.6$ As when upon a tranced summer night, Those green-robed senators of mighty woods. Tall oaks, branch-chaimfed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night vrithout a stir. I. n. Too huge for mortal tongue, or pen of scribe. 1. 1S9. Now comes the pain of truth, to whom 'tia pain; O folly ! for to bear all naked truths. And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty. Book 2, 1. W^. A solitary sorrow best befits Thy lips,' and antheming a lonely grief Book 3, 1. B. O for a beaker full of the warm South, Pull of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim. And purple stainfed mouth. Ode to a Kightingale. The weariness, the fever, and tho fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan. lb. Was it a vision, or a waking dream P Pled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep ? Thou foster-child of silence and slow time Ode on a Grecian Urn. Heard melodies are sweet, but those unlieard are sweeter. 7J. Por ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! " Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. On one side is a field of drooping oats, Through which the poppies show their scarlet coats, So pert and useless, that they bring to mind The scarlet coats that pester humankind. To my Brother George. Tbere is a budding morrow in midnight. Sonnet to Homer. EEBLE. 183 But, for the general award of love The little sweet doth kill much "bitterness. Isabella. St. 13. Even bees, the little almsmen of spring- bowers, Know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. li. Selfishness, Lo7e'a cousin. St. 31. Whatafoc\ An injury may make of a staid man ! Otho the Great. Act 3, 1. There are times When simplest things put on a sombre cast. Act 4, 1. What weapons has the lion but himself ? King Stephen. Scene 3. [Rev.] JOHN KEBLE (1792-1S66). Next to a sound rule o^ faith, there is nothing of so much consequence as a sober standard of feeling in matters of practical religion. The Christian Year, preface. Oh ! timely happy, timely wise, Hearts that with rising mom arise ! Moiming. Ji on our daily course bur mind Be set to hallow all we iind. New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice. li. We need not bid, for cloistered cell, Our neighbour and our work farewell, lb. The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish aU we ought to ask ; Boom to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us daily nearer God. lb. And help us this, and every day, To live more nearly as we pray. lb. Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear. It is not night if thou be near. Evening. Tracing out wisdom, power, and love, In earth or sky, in stream or grove. lb Abide with me from mom till eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh. For without Thee I dare not die. lb Like infant's slumbers, pure and light. lb. Think not of rest ; though dreams be sweet, Start up, and ply your heavenward feet. fe(? Simday in Advent. 'Tis wandering on enchanted ground With dizzy brow and tottenng feet. 4th Simday in Adoent. ■ How happier far than life, the end Of souls that infant-like beneath their burden bend. Soly Innocents. A^ thou a child of tears. Cradled in care and Woe ? , CUreumcidon; Give true hearts but earth and sky. And some flowers to bloom and die, — Homely scenes and simple views Lowly thoughts may best infuse. 1st Sunday after Epiphany. Unseen by all but Heaven, Like diamond blazing in the mine. 3rd Sunday after Epiphany; " Only disperse the cloud," they oiy, "And if our fate be death, give light, and let us die." 6th Simday cy'ter Epiphany. There is a book, who runs may read, WTiioh heavenly truth imparts, ' And all the lore its scholars need. Pure eyes and Christian hearts. Septuagesima; Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair. Give me a heart to find out Thee, And read Thee everywhere. lb. 'Twas but one little drop of sin We saw this morning enter in, And lo ! at eventide the world wa,s drowned. Sweet is the smile of home ; the mutual look When hearts are of each other sure. 1st Simday in Lent^ There is no light but Thkie ; with Thee all beauty glows. Srd Simday in Lent. Or like pale ghosts, that darkling roam. Hovering around their ancient home. But find no refuge there. (^Jewish race.) Bth Sunday in Lent. A hopeless faith, a homeless race, Yet seeking the most holy place. And owning the true bhss. lb. Ye, whose hearts, are beating high With the pulse of Poesy, Heirs of more than royal race, Framed by heaven's peculiar grace God's own work to do on earth ! Palm Sunday. Sovereign masters of all hearts, A. Give us grace to listen well. lb. As in tliis bad wbrld below Noblest things find vilest using. lb. " Father to me thou art, and mother dear. And brother too, kind husband of my heart.''* Monday before Easter. Be silent, Praise, Blind guide vrith siren voicej and blinding all That hear thy call. Wednesday before Easter, Thou art the Sun of other days, They shine by. giving-backihy.rajcs. Easter Day^ • See "Iliad," 6, 429. ' ' " 184 KEBLE-KEY. The many-twinkliflg emUe of ocean. The Christian Year. Snd Sundai/ after Triiiiti/. No distance 'breaks the tie of blood ; Brothers are brothers evermore ; Nor wrong, nor wrath of deadliest mood, That magic may o'erpower. lb. Oh ! might we all our lineage prove. Give and forgive, do good and love, ' lb. Then draw we nearer day by day. Each to his brethren, all to God ; Let the world take ns as she may, We must not change our road. lb. Men love us, or they need our love. 7th Smiday after Trinity. The grey-haired saint may fail at last. The surest guide a wanderer prove ; Death only binds us fast To the bright shore of love. 8th Sunday after Trinity. Why should we faint and fear to live alone,* Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, wa die, Nor e'en the tenderest heart, and next owl own. Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh ? Z4th Sunday after Trinity. Blest are the pure in heart, For they shall see our God.+ The Funfication. Still to the lowly soul He doth himself impart. And for His cradle and His throne Chooseth the pure in heart. lb. Then be ye sure that Love can bless Even in this crowded loneliness. Where ever-moving myriads seem to say, Go — ^thou art naught to lis, nor we to thee— away ! St. Matthew's Day. There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart. Plying their daily task with busier feet. Because their secret souls a holy strain re« peat. lb. What sages would have died to learn, Now taught by cottage dames. Catechism, 'Tis sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store. Burial of the I)ead, We wish him health ; he sighs for rest. And Heaven accepts the prayer. Eestoration Day. • "Jb mourrni seul" (I shall die alone].— Pascal. t St. Matthew, v. 8. FRANCES ANNE KEMBLE [SeB BUTLER). JOHN P. KEMBLE (1757-1823). When late I attempted your pity to move, Why seemed you so deaf to my prayers ? Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But — why did you kick me downstairs ? The Panel-I (TVot. ^, 1788.) Act 1, Sc. 1. THOMAS KEN, Bishop of Bath and Wells (1637-1711). Each present day thy last esteem. Horning Hymn. Let all thy converse be sincere. lb. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him, all creatures here belo*. lb. Teach me to liv§ that I may dread The grave as little as my bed. EYenlng Hymn. WILLIAM KENDRICK (d. 1777). In durance vile.§ FalstatTs Wedding. Act. 1, Sc. S. COULSON KERNAHAN (b. 1858). There are two literary maladies — ^writer's cramp and swelled head. The worst of writer's cramp is that it is never cured ; the worst of swelled hetid is that it never kills. Lecture. Midland Institute, Birmingham. Circumstances never made the man do right who didn't do right in spite of them. A Book of Strange Sins. FRANCIS S. KEY (1779-1843). 'Tis the star-spangled banner, O ! 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 pre- served us a nation. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just. And this be our motto, " In God is our trust." /*. t This is BickerstatTs comedy, " 'Tis Well 'tis no Worse," adapted and i-e-set. The lines appear ns above in The Annual RzgisUr, 17S3, Appendix, {). 201, among " Miscellaneous Poems," and are leaded *' An Expostulation "; also in tlie "Asylum for Fugitive Pieces," 1785, voL 1, p. 15. In both cases the lines are published anony- mously. It is presumed that John Philip Kemble was the author, but this is not certain. The lines ■were not in BickerstafTs comedy, as produced in 1770. § This phrase may bo of previous occurrence, but has not been traced to any earlier source. Kma-KINGSLEY. l8o WILLIAM KING, LL.D. (1663-1712). Beauty from order springs. Art of Cookery. I. 55. Cornwall squab-pie, and Devon white-pot brings ; And Leicester beans and bacon, food of kings. 1. 163. Crowd not your table : let yoiu: number be Not more than seven, and never less than three. ;. 259. A pin a day wiU fetch a groat a year. 405. 'Tis by his cleanliness a cook must please. I. 60S. On adamant our wrongs we all engrave, But write our benefits upon the wave. The Art of Love. 971. [Rev.l CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819- 1875). There will be no true freedom without virtue, no true science without religion, no true industry without the fear of God and love to your fellow-citizens. Workers of England, be wise, and then you must be free, for you will "be Jit to be free. Placard. 1848. He did not know that a keeper is only a poacher turned inside out, and a poacher a keeper turned outside in.* The Water Babies. Chap. 1. The most wonderful and the strongest things in the world, you know, are just the things which no one can see. Vhap. 2. Possession means to sit astride of the world, Instead of having it astride of you. Saints' Tragedy. Act 1, g. 'Tis we alone Can join the patience of the labouring ox TJnto the eagle's foresight. lb. Ani being that Mercury is not my planet. Actl, 3. The castle-bom brat is a senator bom. Or a saint if religion's in vogue. Act g, 2. This noble soul. Worth thousand prudish clods of barren clay, Who mope for heaven because earth'n grapes are sour. Act 2, S. Oh ! that we two were Maying. Act 2, 9. Life is too short for mean einxieties. Jb. Yet waste men's lives, like the vermin's, For a few more brace of game. The Bad Sqnlre. Worse housed than your hacks and your pointers, Worse fed than your hogs and your sheep. • "Besides they (the keepeisl are theraselve-s 80 many hired poachers." — Denis Diderot, "De VHomme." Telling lies, and scraping siller, heaping cares on cares. The Outlaw. Fools ! who fancy Christ mistaken ; Man a tool to buy and sell ; Earth a failure, God-forsaken, Anteroom of Hell, The World's Age. He that will not live by toil Has no right on English soil ! Alton Locke's Song. Three fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went dowii ; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best. The Three Fishers. For men must work, and women must weep. And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbour bar be moaning. lb. For men must work, and women must weep And the sooner it's over, the sooner to lb. Be good, sweet maid, and let who can be clever : Do lovely things, not dream them, all day long ; And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever, One grand sweet song.t Farewell. To C. E. Q. Do the work that's nearest,^ Though it's dull at whiles. Helping, when we meet them, Lame dogs over stiles. The Invitation. Tet for old sake's sake she is still, dears. The prettiest doll in the world. Hy Little DoU. Wiiter Sabies. Pain is no evil. Unless it conquer us. Saint Maura. The only way to regenerate the world is to do the duty which hes nearest us, and not hunt after grand, far-fetched ones for our- selves.| Letters and Memories. t Printed thus in the " Poems " (1889 edition); In Kingsley's " Life " (1877) edited by his wile; what appears to be the original version is pub- lished (Vol. 3, p. 487). The lines are given as above, except that the third reads : "And so make Life, Death, and that vast For Ever." Another form of the stanza given in the 1832 edition of the " Poems * is : " Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them all day long ; And so make life, death, and that vast for ever One grand sweet song." t See Carlyle : " Do the duty that lies nearest thee" (p. 71). 186 KIPLING. RUDYARD KIPLING (b. 1864). ! it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, go away ; " But it's " Thank you. Mister Atkins," when the band begins to play. Barrack Room Ballads. Tommy. Then it's Tommy this, ap' Tommy that, an' "Tommy, 'ow's yer soul? " But it's " Thin red line of 'eroes " when the drum begins to roll. lb. We aren't no thin red 'eroes, an' we aren't no blackguards too. But single men in barrick^, most remark- able like you ; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints. Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints. li. An' Tommy ain't a bloomin' fool — you bet that Tommy sees ! lb. So, ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan ; You're a pore benighted 'eathen, but a first- class fightin' man. Fmzy- Wuzzy. Take 'old o' the Wings o' the Momin', An' flop round the earth till you're dead ; But you won't get -away from the tune that they play To the bloomin' old rag overhead. The Widow at Windsor. What should they know of England who only England know ? The Mnglish Flag. Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown. lb. I've a head lLk»a concertina : I've a tongue like a button-stick. Cells. Ship me somewhere east of Suez, where the best is like the worst, Where there aren't no Ten Commandments, an' a man can raise a thii'st. Though we called your friend from his bed this night, he could not speak for you, For the race is run by one and one and never by two and two. Tomlinson. But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of old • " It's clever, but is it Art ? " The Conundrum of the Workshop. Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till earth and sky stand presently at God's great judgment seat ; But there is neither East nor West, Border, . nor Breed, nor Birth, When two strong men stand face to face, though they come from the ends of the earth ! The Ballad of East and West. The tumult and the shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart ; Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, A humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be vrith us yet Lest we forget, lest we forget. The Recessional Hymn. But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen. We will work for ourself and a woman, for ever and ever. Amen. An Imperial Rescript. Favouritism governed kissage Even as it does in this age. Departmental Ditties. General Summary. Surely in toil or fray, Under an alien s%, Comfort it is to say : " Of no mean city am I ! " The Seven Seas. Dedication. But he couldn't lie if you paid him, and he'd starve before he stole. The Mary Gloster. The Liner she's a lady. Tlie Liner she's a Lady. Sez 'e, "I'm a Jolly— 'Er Majesty's Jolly — soldier an' sailor too ! " Soldier an' Sailor too ! 'E's a kind of a giddy hanmifrodite — soldier an' sailor too ! lb. For Allah created the English mad — the maddest of all mankind ! Kitchener's School. Casting a ball at three straight sticks and defending the same with a fourth. lb. Take up the White Man's burden — Send forth the best ye breed — Go, bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need ; To wait, in heavy harness On fluttered folk and wild — Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half devil and half child. The White Man's Burden.* By all ye will or whisper. By all ye leave or do. The silent, suUen peoples Shall weigh your God and you. lb. All we have of freedom— all we use or know — This pur fathers bought for us, long and long ago. The Old Issue. Suffer not the old King under any name. Lb. Step by step and word by word : who is ruled may read. Suffer not the old Kings— for we know the breed. Fe'b'VliM'^^* to the United States, published KNOWLES— LAMB. 187 There, till the vision he foresaw, - Splendid and whole arise, And unimagined empires draw To councu neath Ms skies, The immense and brooding spirit still Shall quicken and control. Living he was the laud, and dead His soul shall be her soul. C. J. Shades, burled April 10, 1902.* Then ye returned to your trinkets ; then ye contented your souls With the flannelled fools at the wicket, or the muddied oafs at the goals. The Islanders. Humble because of knowledge ; mighty by sacrifice. — lb. The masterless man, .... afflicted with the magic of the necessary words .... Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers. Speech. Royal Acad. Banquet, London, 1906. JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES (1784-1862). What merit to be dropped on fortune's hill ? The honour is to mount it. The Hunchback. Act 1, 1. Better owe A yard of land to labour, than to chance Be debtor for a rood ! lb. I abhor brains As I do tools : they're things mechanical. Acts, 1. A castle, after all, is but a house — The dullest one when wanting company. Act 4, 1. What will not constant woman do for love, ■Iliat's loved with constancy. Act 4, &■ When fails our dearest friend, There may be refuge with our direst foe. The Wife. Act B, 2. A deep purse, and easy strings. The Loye-Chase. Act 1, 1. A fault confessed Is a new virtue added to a man. Act 1, f . A judicious friend ' Is better than a zealous : you are both. Act g, 1. CHARLES LAMB (177E-1834). Gone before ,To that unknown and silent shore. Hester. i-I have had playmates, I have had com- panions, •In my days of childhood, in my joyful ' school-days, •All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. The Old Familiar Faces. • Head at the burial in the Matoppos. Truths which transcend the searching school- men's vein And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.t Written at Cambridge. For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die. A Farewell to Tobacco. Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down ?J Work. That dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood. lb. Sabbathless Satan. lb. Free from self-seekingj envy, low design, I have not found a whiter soul than thine. To Uartin Charles Burncy. When he goes a'bout with you to show you the halls and colleges, you think you have with you the Interpreter at the House Beauiuul. Essays of KUa. Oxford in the Kacation. A votary of the desk. lb. The human species, according to the best theory I can form of it, is composed of two distinct races, the men who borrow, and the men who lend. The Two Races of Men. What a liberal confounding of those pedantic distinctions of meimi and tuiim ! lb. I mean your borrowers of books — those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes. lb. I am in love with this green earth. New Yearns R'.e. "A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game." This was the cele- brated wish of old Sarah Battle (now with God), who, next to her devotions, loved a good game of whist. Mrs. Rattle's Opinions on Whist. They do not play at cards, but only play at playing at them; lb. All people have their blind side— their superstitions ; and I have heard her declare, under the rose, that hearts was her favourite suit. -^• Man is a gaming animal. lb, I even think that sentimentally I am disposed to harmony. But organically I am incapable of a tune. A Chapter on Ears. t Stagirite, i.e. Aristotle, born at Stagira. t " Curse on the man who business first designed, And by 't enthralled a freeljorn lover'smind I " — Olpham, " Complaining of Absence. ' II, 188 LANDON— LANDOR. To pile up honey upon sugar, and sugar upon honey, to au intenmnable tedious sweetuess. Essays of Ella. A Chapter on Bars. You look wise. Fray correct that error. AU tools' Day. He who hath not a dram of folly in his mixture, hath pounds of much worse matter in his composition. lb. ,1 am, in plainer words, a hundle of prejudices— made up of likings and dis- likings. Imperfect Sympathies. I have been trying all my life to like Scotchmen, and am obliged to desist from the experiment in despair. lb. The world meets nobody half-way. St. Vakntine's Day. It is good to love the unknown. lb. He hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure — and for such a tomb might be content to die. Dissertation upon Moast JPig. " Presents," I often say, " endear Ab- sents." lb. Nothing is to me more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the faces of a new-married couple,— in that of the lady particularly. A Bachelor's Complaint, He sowed doubtful speeches, and reaped plain, unequivocal hatred. Last Essays of Ella. Preface. I love to lose myseU in other men's minds. Detached Thoughts on Boohs. Books which are no books .... things in books' clothing. R. Newspapers always excite curiosity. No one ever lays one down without a feeling of disappointment. lb. A pun is a noble thing per se. O never bring it in as an accessory ! .... it fills the mind; it is as perfect as a sonnet; better. Letter to S. T. Coleridge. A little thin, flowery border rotmd, — neat, not gaudy. Letter to Wordsworth, June, 1806. LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON (Mrs. Maclean) (1802-1839). The light of midnight's starry heaven Is in those radiant eyes. Poetical Portraits. Xo. 5. It is deep happiness to die. Yet live in Love's dear memory. The Improvlsatrlce. I loved him too as woman loves— Eeckless of son-ow, sin, or scorii. The Indian Bride. Ah tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past ; What is recalled by faded flowers, Save that they did not last ? Were it not better to forget. Than but remember and regret ? Despondency. We might have been — these are but common words. And yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.* Three Extracts from the Diary of a Week. Few, save the poor, feel for the poor. The Poor. Childhood, whose very happiness is love. Erinna. For ever in man's bosom will man's pride An equal empire with his love divide. The Golden Ylolet. The Rose. How much of grief the heart must prove, That yields a sanctuary to love. The Troubadour. Oh if thou lovest And art % woman, hide thy love from him Whom thou dost worship ; never let him know How dear he is. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR (1775-1864). But was ever Pride contented. Or would Folly e'er be taught ? An Arab to Hig Mistress. A man's vanity tells him what is honour ; a man's conscience what is justice. Imaginary Conversations :— Peter Leopold and President. Delay of justice is injustice. Du Paty. Nicknames and whippings, when they are once laid on, no one has discovered how to take off. lb. Ambition is but Avarice on stilts and masked. lord Brooke and Sir P. Sidney. Innocence and youth should ever be unsuspicious. Beniowski and Aphanasia. Eeligion is the elder sister of Philosophy. David Hume and John jtmne. There is no state in Europe where the least wise have not governed the most wise. Rousseau and Malesherbes. * " For of all sad words of touguR or pen. The saddest are these : ' It might have been-l "" -^Whittieb, XiANG-LANGLAND. 189 ANDREW LANG (b. 1844). The hours are passing slow, I hear their weary tread. Ballade of Sleep. The gloom and glare of towns. Ballade of the Midnight Forest. A house full of hooks, and a garden of flowers. Ballade of True Wisdom, liike these cool lilies may our loves remain, Perfect and pure, and know not any stain. A Vow to Heavenly Yenus. Kiss me, and say good-bye ; Good-bye, there is no word to say but this. Good-bye. There is no need to say "forget," I know, For youth is youth, and time will have it so. lb. Hush — 'tis the lullaby Time is singing — Hush, and heed not, for all things pass. Scythe Song The newspapers of either side. These joys of every Englishman ! The New Ulllennlum. Ah splendid Vision, golden iitae, An end of hunger, cold, and crime, An end of rent, an end of rank, An end of balance at the bank ! lb Heknpw Behind all creeds the Spirit that is One. Heiodotas in Egypt. [Rev.] JOHN LANGHORNE, D.D. (X735-1779). Tustice, that iu the rigid paths of law, VFoiJd still some drops from Pity's fountain draw. The Country Justice. Introduction. 1. 125. Be this, ye rural magistrates, your plan, Firm be your justice, but be friends to man 1. 133 Still mark if vice or nature prompts the deed; Still mark the strong temptation and the ' need. 1. 143. The big drops, mingling with the milk ha ■ drew, Grave the sad presage of his future years, Tlie child of misery, baptised in tears ! She knew the future, for the past she knew /. m- Ruthless as rooks, insatiate as the dust. Fart S, I. 77. Man was never meant to sing : And all his mimic organs e'er expressed Was but an imitative howl at best. I. 2f3. Fanatic fools, that in those twilight times, With wild religion cloaked the worst of crimes! Fart 3, I. m For sorrow, long-indulged and slow. Is to Humanity a foe. Hymn to' Humanity. St, Si Nor feed, for pomp, an idle train, While Want unpitied pines in vain. St. 4. WILLIAM LANGLAND (or LANG- LEY) (c. 1332-1400). In a somere seyson whan softe was the sonne ! The Vision of William concerning Piers the Plowman (c. 136$— from a MS. of date 1393). Fassus 1, 1. 1. Prechyyng the peple for profit of the wombe,* And glosynge the godspel as hem (them) goode lykede. I, 57. Mesure is medecyne. Fasms 2, I. 33. For he [that] is trewe of his tonge, and of his two handes, And doth the werkes therewith, and willeth no man ille, . He is a god by the gospel. I. 82 Faith without feetf ys febelere (feebler) than nought. And ded as a dorenayle.J 1. 183. When alle tresours ben trycd, treuth ys the best. I. W3. Bakers and brewers, butchers and cooks. For these men doth most harme to themeny people. Fossils 4, I. 80. The law is so lordlich and loth to maken ende. 1. 199. I conwience knowe this, for kynde witt§ me taughte That reson shal reigne, and realmes governe. 1.440. And kynde love |{ shal come yet, and con- science togederes. And make of lawe a laborer. I. 455. Seeketh (i.e. Seek ye) Seint Treuthe. Fassus 6, 1.198. And though I seye it myself, I servede hym to paye. Fassus 8, 1. 192. WoUe thou, ne wolle thow, we woUen habbe cure wil.H Fassus 9, 1. 152. Wysdom and Wit now is nat worth a carse (curse). Fassus 12^1. 14. • Another MS. (1377) gives these lines : " Preched the peple for profit of theniselven ; Closed the gospel as them good lyked." t Feet (fet in the 1393 MS.) = works. j Doreta-ee in the earlier MS. § Kynde witt = comnion sense. II Common love. f In the 1377 MS. : " Wiltow or ncltow, we wil have owre will." 190 LANGLAND— LEE. Ne were mercy in mene men more than in ryght ryohe, Meny time mendynans myghte gon a,- ^S Ylsion of William concerning Piers the Plowman. Fassus 19, I. P. Ac Cbnt) theologie hath teened (grieved) me ten score tymes ; The more I muse theron, the mystiloker (mistier) it semeth, And the deppere (deeper) I devyne, the derker me thynketh it. I- 1"9- Leme for to love, yf the lyke dowel (if you like to do well). '• l^S. Passede forth paoientliohe to perpetuel Hisse. I- «6^- And be thow never the furste the defaute to blame ; ■^ , , . Though thow see, sey nat som tyme, that is treuthe ; Thyng that wolde be^pryve publisshe thow it nevere. Fassus 13, I. 36. We sholde be lowe and loveliche, and le^l, eche man to other, And pacient as pilgrimes, for pilgrimes am we alle. I- i^9. Adam, whiles he spak nat, had paradys at wille. JPasstis 14, I. 2$6. '■ I am Ymaginatyf," quathhe, "ydel was I nevere." Fassus IS, 1. 1. So grace is a gyf te of God, and kynde wittf a chaunoe. I- 33. Porthy (therefore) I consaille alle cre^ures no clerk to dispise. t- 63. Wei may the bam (baii-n) blesse that hym to book sette. 1. 1^. The man that muche honey eet, his mawe it engleymethj (cloyeth). Fassus 17, I. $18. Compenable in compenye. }, S40. Grammere, that grounde is of alle. Fassus IS, I. m. For venym fordoth (destroys) venym. Fassus HI, 1. 156. "After sharpest shoures," quath Peers, " most sheene is the soune ; Ys no weder warmer than after watery olotides." 1. 456. Nothe!- love levere, ne lever f reondes Than after werre aijd wrake.J I. 45S. * Were there not more mercy nmong poor men Ihan among the rioli, beggftrs might many times go starving. t Kynde witt = common sense. } Founded on Prov. xxv. 27. § Nor is there dearer love, nov dearer friends, tlian after war and wreck. I - Per that that wommen witteih may nat wel be oonsail [i.e. secret). Fassus 22, 1. 162. And coroneth (crown) conscience Kyng. I. 256. "Leme to love," quath kynde (Nature), "and lef (leave) alle other thynges." Fassus 23, I. 208.. Let hem (them) chewe as thei [have] chosen. I. 237. A glutton of words. Piers the Plowman {1377 MS.). Fassus 1, 1, lii. Por better is a litel losse than a long sorrow. 1. 195. Mede (Reward) overmaistreth law. Fassus 4, i. ■ZJ'S. And leame to labour with lands, for liveli- hood is swete ; Pormortherersarenmony leches (physicians). Lord them amende ! Fassus 6, I. 274- Then sat summe, as siphre doth in awgrym. That noteth a place, and nothing availeth.l[ Richard the Redeles. Fassus 4, I. 53: LORD LANSDOWNE (See GEORGE GRANVILLE). HUGH LATIMER, Bishop of Wor- cester (1472?-1655). "A Tyburn tippet." Sermon; Omnes dUignnt mnnera. They all love bribes. Bribery is a princely kind of thieving. . . . Nowadays they call them gentle rewards. Let them leave their colouring, and call them by their Christian name — bribes. Sermon. Better a little well kept, than a great deal forgotten. Fifth Sermon before Edward YI. Men, the more they know, the worse they be. Seventh Sermon before Edward YI. There is a common saying that when a horse is rubbed on the gall, he will kick. Sermon on St. Andrew's Day, 1SS2. The devil is diligent at his plough. Sermon of the Plough. NATHANIEL LEE (1650-1692). Then he will talk, — good gods, how he will talk in The Rival Queens. Act 1, 1. He speaks the kindest words, and looks sjich things, Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace. That it is Heaven to be deluded by him. Ih, II Some [of the members of Pailiament] sat, as a cipher in arithmetic,, "which marks a place, though worth nothing of Itself. 1 See Fletcher. " It would talk," etc. LB GALLIENNE-LILLO. 191 Love itself, that tyrant of the soul. The Rival Queens. Act 1, 1 See the conquering hero comes ! Sound the trumpets, heat the drums ! * Act S, 1. When Greeks joined Greeks then was the tug of war. Act 4, 2. Philip fought men, but Alexander women. lb. When I rush on, sure none will dare to stay ; 'Tis Beauty calls and Glory shows the way.t lb. Terror haunts the guilty mind. Act S, 1, When the sun sets, shadows, that showed at noon But small, appear most long and terrible. (Edipus.^ Man, false man, smiling, destructive man. Theodosius. Act 3, 2. RICHARD LEGALLIENNE (b.l866). Is Love a lie, and fame indeed a breath ; And is there no sure thing in life — but death ? K. L. Stevenson. I. 76. Paris, half Angel, half Grisette, I would that I were with thee yet ; But London waits me, like a wife, London, the love of my whole life. Paris Day by Day. St. 10\ For you the To-come, But for me the Gone-by ; You are panting to live, I am waiting to die. &n Old Man's Song. What are my books ? My friends, my loves. My church, raj tavern, and my only wealth. My Books. " Villas " now, with sounding names, All name and door. Love's Landmarks. Great is advertisement ! 'tis almost fate ; But, little mushroom-men, of pufF-ball fame. Ah, do you dream to be mistaken great And to be really great are just the same ? Alfred Tennyson. To stretch the octave 'twixt the dream and deed, Ah, that's the thrill ! The Decadent to his Soul, WILLIAM LEGGETT (1802-1840). The charms, alas ! that won me, I never can forget : ♦ ♦ Although thou hast undone me, I own I love thee yet. Song. * Only in the stage editions. Said to.have been first used by Handel in "Joshua," 1747. t In stage editions, " Izads the way." X Dryden's name appeared as joint author of "ffidipus" HENRY S. LEIGH (1837-1883) In form and feature, face and limb, I grew so like my brother. That folks got taking me for him. And each for one another. Carols of Cockayne. 2%« Twins. For one of us was bom a twin ; And not a soul knew which. lb. The rapturous, wild, and ineffable pleasure Of drinking at somebody else's expense. Stanzas to an Intoxicated Fly. I know where little girls are sent For telling taradiddles. Oixly Seven. Tou might have heard a needle fall, The hush was so profound. A Zast Sesoiave. But oh I the biggest muff afloat Is he who takes to aiftcdote. Men I Dislike. Or talking in an undertone To some beloved and lovely lady. A Day for WisMnp. I wish I knew the good of wishing. Ih. If you wish to grow thinner, diminish your dinner, And take to light claret instead of pale ale ; Look down with an utter contempt upon butter. And never touch bread till its toasted— or stale. Ih. CHARLES G. LELAND (b. 1824). Hans Breitmann gif e a barty — There ish dat barty now ? Hans Breltmann's Party. [Sir] ROGER L'ESTRANGE (1616- 1704). Though this may be play to you, 'Tis death to us. Fables tcom Several Authors. Fable 398. CHARLES JAMES LEVER (1809- 1872). For 'tis the capital o' the finest nation, Wid charming pisintry upon a fruithful sod, Fightin' like divils for conciliation, - An' hatin' each other for the love of God.§ GEORGE LILLO (1693-1739). The firmest pui'pose of a woman's heart To well-timed, artful flattery may yield. Slmerlck. § Writl^n in this form by diaries Lever, but founded upon an old Irish ballad, to which reference is made in Lady Morgan's "Diary," (Sctober 30, 1826. 193 LILLY— LONGFELLOW. Though oheerfulneBS and I have long been - strangers, Harmonious sounds are still delightful to me : There's sure no passion in the human soul But finds its food in music. Fatal Curiosity. Instinct preceded wisdom Even in the wisest men, and may sometimes Be much the better guide. Act 1, 3. The fairest day must set in night ; Summer in winter ends ; So anguish still succeeds delight, And grief our joy attends. Song from " Sylvia." LILLY {Seo LYLY). ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1809-1365). Government ef the people, by the people, for the people,* Speech at Gettysburg. November 19, 186S. I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me. Speech. 1864. DAVID LLOYD (1625-1691). Slow and steady wins the race. Fables. The Hare and the Tortoise. JOHN LOCKE (1632-1704). New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason, but because they are not already common. Essay on the Human Understanding. Dedicatory Epistle. Nature never makes excellent things for mean, or no uses. Book ^, cha^. 1, sec. 15. No man's knowledge, here, can go beyond his experience. Sec. 19. 'Tis in vain to find fault with those arts of deceiving, wherein men find pleasure to be deceived. Book S, chap. 10, sec. S4. It is one thing to show a man that he is in error, and another to put him in possession of truth. Book 4, chap. 7, sec. 11. He that has but ever so little examined the citations of writers cannot doubt how little credit the quotations deserve, where the originals are wanting ; and, con- sequently, how much less quotations of quotations can he relied on. Chap. 16, sec. 11. • On May 29, 1S60, Theodore Parker, speaking at Boston, said : " There is what I call tlie American idea ... a goveiunient of all tlie people, by all the people, for all the people.*' In 1830, Daniel Webster, in a speech, jjseo the t'xpression ; " The people's goveinmont, made for iho people, made by the people, and answerable to the people." All men are liable to error, and most men are, in many points, by passion or mterest, under temptation to it. Chap. W, sec. 17. FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON (1821-1895). Her ringlets are in taste : What an arm ! and what a waist For an arm ! London Lyrics. To my Grandmother. 3. GIBSON LOCKHART (1794-1854). It is an old belief That on some solemn shore, Beyond the sphere of grief, Dear friends shall meet once more. Lines sent in a Letter to Carlyle. Ap-il 1, 184^. [Dr.] FRANCIS LOCKIER (1668- 1740). In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can. Scotchmen. JOHN LOGAN (1748-1788). What deaths we siiffer ere we die ! Ode on the Death of a Toung Lady. Behold congenial Autumn comes. The SabbaSi of the year ! Ode Written in a Visit to the Country in Autumn. I take a long, last, lingeiing, view ; Adieu I my native land, adieu ! The Lovers. Music's the medicine of the mind. Danish Ode.t H. WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (1807-1882). No tears Dim the sweet look that Natui'e wears. Sunrise on the Hills. Spake full well, in language quaint and olden. One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Flowers. Take thy banner ! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave. Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem. Look, then, into thine heart and write. Voices of the Night. Prelude. t This is attributed to Logan. LONGFELLOW. 193 I heard the trailing garments of the night Sweep through her marble halls ! Yolcea of the Hlght. Symn to the Night. Tell me not, in mournful nmnhera, "Life is but an empty dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. A Psalm of Life. Life is real ! life is earnest ! lb. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,* And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave. lb. Trust no future, howe'er pleasant ; Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! lb. Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. And, departing, leave behind us ' Footprints on the sands of time. lb. Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate ; t Still achieving, still pursuing, Leam to labour and to wait. lb. There is a reaper, whose name is Death. The Seaper and the Floicers. Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath, The Eeaper came that day : 'Twas an angel visited the green earth. And took the flowers away. lb. The star of the unconquered will. The Light of Stars. Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. lb. For Time will teach thee soon the truth, There are no birds in last year's nest. It is not always Hay. The day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary. The Bainy Day. Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands. The Village Blacksmith. He earns whate'er he can. And looks the whole world in the face. For he owes not any man. lb. Toiling— rejoicing — sorrowing. Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin. Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done. Has earned a night's repose. Lb. * See Latin : " Ars longa, vita brevis." t See Byron : " Here's a hjai-t for every fate." 13 a No one is so aoours'd by fate. No one so utterly desolate, "But some heart, though unknown, Eesponds unto his own. Endymion. Like Dian's kiss, unasked, imsought Love gives itself, but is not bought. lb, I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls The burial-ground God's- Acre ! God's-Acre. Maiden !,with the meek brown eyes. Haiclenhood. Standing, with reluctant feet. Where the brook and river meet. Womanhood and childhood fleet ! lb. Oh thou child of many prayers ! Life hath quicksands,— life hath snares ! Lb. Mormng rises into noon. May glides onward into June ! Lb. The nobility of labour— the long pedigree of toil. Nuremburg, The great world of light, that lies Behind aU human destinies. To a Child. I stood on the bridge at midnight. The Bridge. A flood of thoughts came o'er me That fllled my eyes with tears. Lb. The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner, with the strange device, Excelsior ! Excelsior. I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I know not where. The Arrow and the Song. The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night. The Day is done. A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain. And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. /}. The bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. lb. The cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. Lb. For ever — never ! Never — forever ! The Old Clock on the Stairs. This is the forest primeval. Evangeline. Prefatory Note. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, tbs vice of republics, -f*?'? ■?! ^- ^^t 194 LONGFELLOW. Neither locks had they to their doors, uor tars to their windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in ahundauce, Evangeline. Part 1, canto 1, I. 36. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. I' 62. Blossomed the lovely stars, the ferget-me- nots of the angels. Canto S, I. 85. Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted ; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to their springs, like the rain, shall fill them full of refreshment. Fart 2, canto 1, I. 55. Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient _endurauce is godlike. 1.60. And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it for ever. Canto 5, I. 88. In the wreck of noble lives Something immortal still survives ! The Building of the Ship. It is the heart, and not the brain. That to the highest doth attain. lb. Thou too, sail on, O Ship of State ! Sail on, Union, strong and gi'eat ! ' Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! lb. Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee, Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears. Our faith, triumphant o'er our fears, Are all with thee, —are all with thee ! lb. My soul is full of longing For the secret of the sea, And the heart of the great ocean Sends a thrilling pulse through me. • The Secret of the Sea. This is the place. .Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once have been. A Oleam of Sunshine. Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. Kavanagh. Books are sepulchres of thought. The Wind over the Chimney. The prayer of Ajax was for light. The Ooblet of Llf«, O suffering, sad humanity ! O ye afflicted ones who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, and yet afraid to die, Patient, though sorely tried ! lb. She who comes to me and pleadeth In the lovely name of Edith. Lines in a Private Album. Hands of invisible spirits touch the strings Of that mysterious mstrument, the soul. And play the prelude of our fate. The Spanish Student. Act 1, 1. There's nothing in this world so sweetas love. And next to love the sweetest thing is hate. Act g, S. Art is the child of nature. Keramos, I. S58. There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended. But has one vacant chair. Resignation. The air is full of farewells to the dying, Ajid mournings for the dead. Tb. There is no death! What seems so is transition. This lite of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life Blysian, Whose portal we call Death. lb. All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time, The Builderi. Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. lb. In the elder days of Xrt, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part ; For the Gods see eveiywhere. Jb, Build to-day, then, strong and sure, With a firm and ample base ; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Jb, God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth. The Singers, Take them, O Grave I and let them be Folded upon thy narrow shelves. As garments by the soul laid by, And precious only to ourselves! Suspiria. Take them, O great eternity ! Our little life is but a gust. That bends the branches of thy tree. And trails its blossoms in the dust. lb. Consult the dead upon the things that weie, But the living only on things that are. -■ " 'The Golden Legend. I'art 1, LONGFELLOW. 195 A holy family, that make Each meal a Supper of the Lord. The Golden Legend. JPart 1. I see, hut cannot reach, the height That lies for ever in the light ; And yet for ever and for ever, When seeming just within my grasp I feel my f eehle hands unclasp, And sink discouraged into night. Fart B. Evil is only good perverted. lb. Upward steals the life of man. As the sunshine from the wall. From the wall into the sky, Prom the roof along the spire j Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher. Fart 4- Time hath laid his hand Upon my hearty gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his harp, to deaden its vibrations. lb. Some falsehood mingles with all truth. li. Sang the song of Hiawatha, Sang his wondrous birth and being. How he prayed and how he fasted, How he lived, and toiled, and suffered, That the tribes of men might prosper. That he might advance his people ! Hiawatha. Introduction. Te whose hearts are fresh and simple, Who have faith in God and nature. lb. Homely phrases, hut each letter Full of hope and yet of heart-break. lb. Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names eind all their secrets. Fart S. For his heart was hot within him, Like a living coal his heart was. Fart 4. He the best of all musicians. He the sweetest of all singers. Fart 6. As unto the bow the cord is. So unto the man is woman ; Though she bends him, she obeys him. Though she draws him, yet she follows ; Useless each without the other ! Fart 10. The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. The Fire of Driftwood. The long-lost ventures of the heart. That send no answers back again. lb. Archly the maiden smiled, and, with eyes over-running vrith laughter. Said, in a tremulous voice, "Why don't you speak for yourself, John ? " The Courtship of Miles Standlsh. Fart S, ad Jin. Giotto's tower, The lily of Florence blossoming in stone. Bonnets. Giotto's Tower. He is the poet of the dawn. Chaucer, Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need. Tales of a Wayside Inn. Fart 1. Frelude, I. Bfl. Forests have ears, and fields have eyes ; Often treachery lurking lies Underneath the fairest hair. The Musician's Tale. Saga of King Olaf. 8. 'Tis always morning somewhere, and above The awakening continents from shore to shore. Somewhere the birdsVre singing evermore. The Poet's Tale. Birds o/ Killingtoorth. Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare ; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care ; Our egress from the world Will be nobody knows where : But if we do well here We shall do well there. Fart 2. The Student's Talc. Cobbler of FCagenaii. Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing ; Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness. So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another ; Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. Fart S. Theologian's Tale. Mlissabeih. Canto 4- Saint Augustine ! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath om: feet each deed of shame.* Birds of Passage. Might 1. The Ladder of St. Augustine. The heights by ^reat men peached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, Were toihng upward in the night. lb. The spirit- world around this world of sense Floats like an - atmosphere, and every- where Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath of more ethereal air. Saunted Souses. The long mysterious exodus of death. The Jewish Cemetery at Newport. * "De vitiis nostris scalam nobis facimus, si vitia ipsa caloamus."— St. AuonsTiuB. Sermon 3, "De Ascensione." (We make a ladder for our- selves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot.) 19G LOVELACE-LOVELL. A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. Birds of Passage. Flight 1. My Lost Youth. Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And aU the rest are dead. Children. So, when a great man dies. For years beyond our ken. The light he leaves behind him lies Upon the paths of men. Flight 3. Charles Sumner. The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken. Flight 4. The Serous of Ehnwood. Home-keeping hearts are happiest. Song. Joy and Temperance and Eepose Slam the door on the doctor's nose. From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich von Logau. Live I, so live I, To my Lord heartily. To my Prince faithfully. To my Neighbour honestly, Die I, so die L lb. A bKnd man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is; For the former seeth no man, and the latter no man sees. lb. Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small ; Though with patience he stands waitii^, with exactness grinds he all.* lb. I know a maiden fair to see, Take care ! She can both false and friendly be, Beware ! Beware ! Trust her not, She is fooling thee ! Beware I From the German. Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate. Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers. From Goethe's Wllhelm Melster. Syperion. Book 1. Something the heart must have to cherish. Book 2. RICHARD LOVELACE (1618-1668). Yot this inconstancy is such As you shall too adore ; I could not love thee, dear, so much. Loved I not honour more. To Lucasta. Going to the IJ'ars. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt ; Nothing's so hard but search will find it out. Seek and Find. ♦ Sea Proverbs, Oh ! could you view the melody Of every grace. And music of her face, t , Tou'd drop a tear. Seeing more harmony In her bright eye. Than now you hear. Orpheus to Beasts. And when she ceased, we sighing saw The floor lay paved with broken hearts. Gratiana Dancing. When flowing cups run svriftly round. With no allaying Thames. To Althea. From Prison. When thirsty grief in wine we steep. When healths and draughts go free, — Fishes, that tipple in the deep. Know no such liberty. lb. 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. lb. Oh no ! 'tis only Destiny or Fate Fashions our wills to either love or hate. Dialogue on a Lost Heart. She that a clinquant outside doth adore. Dotes on a gilded statue and no more. Song, " Strive not, vain lovei; to be fine.'" Let others glory follow. In their fa& riches wallow, And with their grief be merry : Leave me biit love and sherry. Loose Saraband. Wise emblem of our politic world. Sage snail, within thme own self curled. Instruct me softly to make haste. Whilst these my feet go slowly fast. The Snail. Who loves the golden mean, doth safely want A cob-webbed cot and wrongs entailed upon 't. Advice to my Best Brother. Vipers and motlis that on their feeder feed lb. Envy the living, not the dead, doth bite ; For after death all men receive their right. OnSanazar'sbelnghonouredwltheooDucats. MARIA ANNE LOVELL (1803-1877). Two souls with but a single thought. Two hearts that beat as one. J Translation of Yon Munch Bellinghauaen's "Ingomar the Barbarian." t See Byron, "The music breathing from her face." J " Zwei Seolen und ein Gedanke Zwei Herzen und ein Sclilag." — PELLIfTGHAUSEN (1806-1871). LOVER— LOWELL. 197 SAMUEL LOVER (1797-1868), Eeproof on her lips tut a smile in her eye. Rory O'More. For drames always go by conthraiiies, my dear.* iJ. "Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers," says Kory O'More. Ih. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL (1819- 1891). Earth's noblest thing, a Woman perfected. Irene. To win the secret of a weed's plain heart Eeveals some clue to spiritual things. Earlier Poems. Sonnets. 25. Who speaks the ti-uth stabs Falsehood to the heart, And his mere word makes despots tremble more Than ever Brutus with his dagger could. VEnvoi. Little he loved, but power the most of all, And that he seemed to scorn, as one who knew By what foul paths men choose to crawl thereto. Legend of Brittany. St. 17. His words were simple words enough. And yet he used them so. That what in other mouths was rough In his seemed musical and low. Shepherd of King Admetus. They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three. Stanzas on Freedom. Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side. The Present Crisis. Truth for ever on the scaffold, Wrong for ever on the throne. lb. Hien to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just ; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward turns aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. lb. They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin. lb. * "Ground not upon dreams, you know they are ever contrary." — T. Middletok, " Family of Love," Act 4, sc. 2 (17th century). "Dreams, you know, go always by contraries."— 0. Goldsmith, " Citizen of the 'World," No. 40. The birch, most shy and ladylike of trees. An Indian-Summer Reverie. They talk about their Pilgrim blood. Their birthiight high and holy ! A mountain-stream that ends in mud Methinks is melancholy. Interview with Uiles Standish. The traitor to Humanity is the traitor most accui'sed. II, He's true to God who's true to man ; where- ever wrong is done. To the humblest and the weakest 'neath the all-beholding sun. lb. This child is not mine as the first was, I cannot sing it to rest, I cannot lift it up fatherly. And bless it upon my breast Yet it lies in my little one's cradle, ^ And sits in my little one's chair. And the light of the heaven she's gone to Transfigures its golden hair. The Changeling. 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking. Vision of Sir Launfal. JPrelude to Part 1. And what is so rare as a day in .Tune ? Then, if ever, come perfect days. Then heaven tries earth if it be in tune. And over it softly her warm ear lays. lb. He gives nothing but worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty. Fart 1, G. A reading-machine, always wound up and going. He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing. A -Fable for Critics. And I honour the man who is willing to sink Half his present repute for the freedom to think. /*. An' you've gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God. The Biglow Papers. First Series. JVb. 1. Nuiepunce a day f er killin' folks comes kind o' low fer murder. No. S. But Consistency still wuz a part of his plan, — He's been true to one party,— an' thet is himself. No. 3. What Mr. Mobinson Thinl;s. But John P. Robinson he Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee. lb. A marcif ul Providunce fashioned us holler, 0' purpose thet we might our principles sn-aller. No. 4. 198 LOWELL. We're the original friends o' the nation All the rest air a paltry an' base fabrication. The Biglow Papers. First Series. Ko. 6. To the people they're oilers ez sUok ez molasses, An' butter their bread on both sides with The Masses. lb- Constitoounts air hendy to help a man in, But afterwards don't weigh the heft of a pin. lb. But libbaty's a kind o' thing Thet don't agree With niggers. No. 6. The Rous Miior's Creed. An' in convartiu' public trusts To very privit uses. /*• I ilon't believe in princerple, But oh, I dii in interest. li. It ain't by princerples nor men My preudunt course is steadied I scent wich jiays the best, an' then Go into it baldheaded. /*. Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, — But eivilysatiou doos git forrid Sometimes upon a powder-cart. No, 7. From a Candidate. Ez to my princerples, I glory In hevin' nothin' o' the sort ; I ain't a Wig, I ain't a Tory, I'm jest a candidate, in short. lb. Then you can call me "Timbertoes," — thet's wut the peoj^le likes ; Sutthin' combiiiiu' morril truth with phrases sech ez strikes. No. S. God makes sech nights, all white and still Fur 'z you'can look or listen. Second Series. The Court in'. He stood a spell on one foot fust. Then stood a spell on t'other, An' on which one he felt the wust He couldn't ha' told ye nuther. Jb. An' never hed a relative thet done a stroke o' work. Wo. 1. My gran'ther's rule was safer 'n 't is to crow : Don't never prophesy— onless ye know. No. 2. Mason and SUdell. It's most enough to make a deacon sweai'. lb. Of all the sarse that I can call to mind, England doos make the most onpleasant kind : It's you're the sinner Quel's, she's the saint ; Wut's good's all English, all thet isn't ain't. lb. She's all thet's honest, honnable, an' fair. An' when the vartoos died they made her heir. lb. Tlie one thet fust gits mad's most oUers wrong. Folks never understand the folks they hate. Ef you want peace, the thing you've gut to Is jes' to show you're up to fightin', tu. lb. Taxes milks dry, but, neighbour, you'll allow Thet havin' things onsettled kiUs the cow. Jb. Young folks are smart, but all ain't good thet's new ; I guess the gran'thers they knowed sun- thin', tu. •^*- But as they hedn't no gret things to say. An' sed 'em often, I come right away. lb. Sence I've ben here, I've hired a chap to look about for me To git me a transplantable an' thrifty fem'ly-tree. -&'«'• S. I wuz for layin' low a spell to find out where 'twuz leadin'. Tb. I mean a kin' o' hangin' roun' an' settin' on a fence. Till Prov'dunce pinted how to jump an' save the most expense. Tb. T tell ye wut, my jedgment is you're pooty sui'e to fail, Ez Ion' 'z the head keeps tumin' back for counsel to the tail. Jb. Knowin' the ears long speeches suit air niostly made to match. lb. We've a war, an' a debt, an' a flag ; an' ef this Ain't to be inderpendunt, why, wut on airth is ? No. 4- We're- clean out o' money, an' 'most out o' lyin'. lb. Now wam't thet a system wuth pains in presarvin'. Where the people found jints an' their frien's done the carvin'. No. 5, No, nevf,r say nothin' without you're com- pelled tu. An' then don't say nothin' thet you can be held tu. Jb. Democ'acy gives every man A right to be his own oppressor. No. 7, The right to be a cussed fool Is safe from all devices human : It's common ^ez a gin'l rule) To every critter born o' woman. lb. Nut while the two-legged gab-maeliine's so plenty. No. 11. LOWTH-LYTE. 199 Bui Bomehow, when the dogs hed gut asleep, Their love o' mutton beat their love o' sheep. The Biglow Papers, Second Series. No, 11. May is a pious fraud of the almanac. Under the Willows. Old loves, old aspirations, and old dreams, More bea'utiful for being old and gone. The Parting of the Ways. For only by unlearning Wisdom comes. lb. There may be fairer spots of earth. But all their glories are not worth The virtue of the native sod. An Invitation. Happy long life, with, honom' at the close. Friends' pamless tears, the softened thought of foes ! Memoriae Positum. R. G. S. $. Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men. On the Capture of certain Fugitive Slaves. The many make the household 3ut only one the home. The Dead House. Whom the heart of man shuts out. Sometimes the heart of God taies in. The Forlorn. ROBERT LOWTH (1710-1787). Where passion leads, or prudence points the way. Choice of Hercules, 1. JOHN LYDGATE (c. 1370-c. 1450). Sithe of our language he* was the lode- sterre. The Falls of Princes. Sith he in Englishmaking was the best. Pray unto God to give his soul good rest. lb. Beware alway of doubleness. Balade in the prelse or rather dispreise of women for their donbleness.f But for lack of money I could not speed. The London Lyckpenny. A penny cau do no more than it may. lb. Against truth falsehood hath no might. The Story of Thebes. Fart Z. Love is more than great riohesse. Part 3. Wine and women into apostasie Cause wise men to fall. The Remedy of Love. JOHN LYLY (c. 1553-1601). I account more strength In a true heart than in a walled citie. Endymlon. The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrnpted.J Euphues or the Anatomy of Wit. • Chaucer. t Sometimes attributed to Chancer. X See Bacon : *' The sun, which passeth," etc., p. 7 and p. 11. Who stood as though he had a Ilea in his ear. lb. Love knoweth no lawes. lb. Ah, well I wot that a new broome sweeneth cleane. ' lb. Always have an eye to the mayne, what- soever thou art chaunced at the buy. lb. He that loseth his honestie, hath nothing else to lose. Ih. Long quaffing maketh a short lyfe. lb. Young twigges are sooner bent than old trees. lb. Cmnpaspe : Were women never so fair, men would be false. Apelles : Were women never so false, men would be fond. Alexander and Campaspe. Act S, S. SIR DAVID LYNDSAY, Scottish Poet (1490-c. 1657). When kirk ne yaimis [desires] na dignity - Nor wives na soveranitie. The Complaint. To colliers, carters, and to cooks, To Jack and Tom, my rhyme shall be directed. The Honarchy. That night he sleepit never ane wink, But stiff did on the lady think. History of Squire Meldrum. SIDNEY R. LYSAGHT (b. 1860?) Dreams that bring us little comfort, heavenly promises that lapse Into some remote It-may-be, into some forlorn Perhaps. A Bitual. A Confession of XTnfmth. St. 32. And Wisdom cries, " I know not anything" ; And only Faith beholds that all is well. A Lesson. 1. 1(M. HENRY FRANCIS LYTE {1793- 1847). I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitter- ness. Eventide. Down, down beneath the deep. That oft in triumph bore him. He sleeps a sotma and peaceful sleep. With the salt waves dashing o'er him. The Sailor's Grave. Sleep on, sleep on, thou mighty dead ! A glorious tomb they've found thee ; The broad blue sky above thee spread, The boundless ocean round thee. li. 260 LYfTELTON— LYTTON. G£ORG£ LVtTELTON, Lord Lyf- felton (1709-1773). Without any snivelling signs of contri- tion or repentance. Dialogues of the Dead. Ah, how have I deserved, inhuman maid, To have my faithful service thus repaid ? Progress of Love. 1. Ah, no ! the conquest was obtained with ease; He pleased you ty not studying to please. lb. 3. On all her days let health and peace attend ; May she ne'er want, nor ever lose, a friend ! lb. 4- Then may the gentle hand of welcome Death, At one soft stroke, deprive us both of breath ! May we beneath one common stone be laid. And the same cypress both our ashes shade ! lb. Not, like a cloistered drone, to read and doze. In undeserving, undeserved repose. To the Rev. Dr. Ayscough, Tell me my'heart, if this be love. Song. IVlicn Delia. 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. Say, Myra. Through her expressive eyes her soul dis- tinctly spoke. Monody to the Memory of Lady Lyttelton. A prudence undeceiving, undeceived, That nor too little, nor too much believed. That scorned unjust Suspicion's coward fear, And without weakness knew to be sincere. lb. None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair. But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode. Seek to be good, but aim not to be great ; A woman's noblest station is retreat. Advice to a Lady. The important business of your life is love Ik Women, like princes, find few real friends : All who approach them their own ends pursue ; Lovers and ministers are seldom true. lb. What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition ? To be fan'. lu. The lover in the husband may be lost. lb. Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which dying he could wish to blot. Prologue to Thomson's " Coriolanus." 'Tis easier far to lose than to resign. Elegy. Where none admire, 'tis useless to excel. Where none are beaux, 'tis vain to be a beUe. Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain. Song. TFrMen in 1753. [Sir] EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER - LYTTON, Lord Lytton (1805-1873). Men are valued not for what they are, but for what they seem to be. Money. Act 1, 1. Where sense with sound, and ease with weight combine. In the pure silver of Pope's ringing line. The Hew Timon. Fi'ank, haughty, rash, — the Rupert of debate.* Fart 1, st. G. A quaint farrago of absurd conceits. Out-babying Wordsworth and out-glitter- ing Keats. lb. Preach as we will in this wrong world of ours, Man's fate and woman's are contending powers ; Each stiives to dupe the other in the game, — Guilt to the victor — to the vanquished shame ! JPart S, H. Alone ! — ^that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard. Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known, Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word Alone ! Fart e, 7. Love gains the shrine when pity opes the door. Fart 3, 1. He never errs who sacrifices self. Fart 4, 3. Love hath no need of words. Richelieu. Act 1, S. Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword. Act S, S. Take away the sword- States can be saved without it. lb. * "The Rupert of debate," s. term applied by B. Disraeli, April, 1S44, to Lord Stanley: " The Now Timon" was published in 1845 LYTTON-MACAULAY. 201 In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves Foi- a bright manhood, there is no such word As— fail. Richelieu. Act 2. 2. Keep all you have and try for all you can. King Arthur. Book 2, 70. That iruth once known, all else is worthless lumber ; The greatest pleasure of the greatest number. Mook 8, 70. Castles in the air cost a vast deal to keep up. The Lady of Lyons. Act 1, 3. Bank is a great beautifier. Act f , 1. The prudent man may direct a state ; but it is the enthusiast who regenerates it, or rains. Rienzl. Book 1, chap. S. An innocent heart is a brittle thing, and one false vow can break it. Last of the Barons. Jiook 1, chap. S. Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame — to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a Hell ! Book 5, chap. 1. There is no anguish like an error of which we feel ashamed. Ernest Maltravers: Book f. When the people have no other tyrant, theii' own public opinion becomes one. Book 6, chap. S. A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. The Disowned. Chap. S3. The easiest person to deceive is one's own self. Chap. 4^. The deadliest foe to love, is custom. Devereux. Book S, chap. 5. Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity, and truth accomplishes no victories without it. The Last Days of Pompeii.' Book 1, chap. S. ■ Poverty makes some humble, but more malignant. Eugene Aram. Book 1, chap. 7. The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells. lb. Fate laughs at probabilities. Chap. 10, Men who make money rarely saunter; men who save money rarely swagger. My Hovel. Book 11, chap. 2. None but those whose courage is unques- tionable, can afford to be effeminate. Pelham, Chap. 44i iiiaxim B. Kevolutions are not made with rose-water. The Parisians. Book 5, chap. 7. Talent convinces — Genius but excites. Earlier Poems. Talent and Genius. EDWARD ROBERT BULWER- LYTTON, 2nd Lord Lytton (Owen Meredith) (1831-1891). Genius does what it must, and talent does what it cani Last Words. THOS. BABINGTON MACAULAY, Lord Macaulay (1800-1859). Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely. Critical and Historical Essays. Southei/s Colloquies. Nothing is so galling to a people, not broken in from the birth, as a paternal, or, in other words a meddling government, a government which tells them what to read, and say, and eat, and drink, and wear. lb. A single breaker may recede ; but the tide is evidently coming in. lb. We have heard it said that five per cent, is the natm'al interest of money. lb. The immortal influence of Athens. Mitford's History of Greece. Fi'ee trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular. lb. Our academical Pharisees. Milton. The dust and silence of the upper shelf. lb. As civilisation advances, poetry almost necessarily declines. lb. Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind. lb. Of all people children are the most imaginative. lb. Nobles by the idght of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand. lb. A propensity which, for want of a better name, we will christen Boswellism. Ih. Nothing is so useless as a general maxim. MacchiavelU. In enterprises like theirs parsimony is the worst profusion. Sallam's Constitutional Sistory. Public opinion has its natural flux and reflux. lb. The gallery in which the reporters sit has become a fourth estate of the realm. lb. Everybody who has the least sensibility or imagination derives a certain pleasure from pictures. Mr. Robert Montgomery'' s Poems, 202 MACAULAY. He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars iu the street mimicked. Critical and Historical Essays. Moore's Life of Byron. We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodical fits of morality. lb. A system in which the two great command- ments were, to hate your neighbour, and to love your neighbour's wife. lb. Politeness has been well defined as benevolence in small things. BoswelPa Life of Johnson. To be regarded in his own age ,as a classic, and iu ours as a companion. lb. A great man who neither sought nor shunned greatness, who found glory only because glory lay in the plain path of duty.* John Hampden. The reluctant obedience of distant pro- vinces generally costs more than it is worth. Lord Mahon's War of tlie Succession. Lues Boswelliana, or disease of admiration. William Pitt, Marl of Chatham. The history of England is emphatically the history of progress. Sir J. Mackintosh's History ofiheSevolution. An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia. Lord Bacon. He had a wonderful talent for packing thought close, and rendering it portable, lb. The chequered spectacle of so much glory and so much shame. lb. The rising_ hope of those stem and un- bending Tories. Gladstone on Church and State. He has one gift most dangerous to a speculator, a vast command of a kind of language, grave and majestic, but of vague and uncertain import. /i. She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in undiminished vigour, when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.f JiaiiJce's History of the Fopes. * See Tennyson : " The path of dnty," etc. t When London shall be an habitation of bitterns, when St. Paul's and Westminster Abbey shall stand shapeless ruins in tlie midst of an unpeopled marsli . . . some transatlantic commentator will be weighing In the scales, etc. ^ — Siisi.LEv. 'Dedication of " Peter Bell the Third." At last some cuiions native of Lima will visit London and give a sketch of the ruins of West- In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the Great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall. Warren Hastings. In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the Coromandel, and red men scalped each other by the Great Lakes of North America. Frederic tlie Great. Like Sir Condy Eackrent in the tale, J she survived her own wake, and overheard the judgment of posterity. Madatne d'Arblay. It is not given to the human intellect to expand itself widely in all directions at once, and to be at the same time gigantic and well proportioned. Jb. A sort of broken Johnsonese. Ih. He [Grenville] was the raven of the House of Commons, always croaking defeat in the midst of triumphs. The Earl of Chatham. He [Henry Fox] was the most unpopular of the statesmen of his time, not because he sinned more than many of them, but because he canted less. lb. He was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. liei'iew of Aikin's Life of Addison. To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late ; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds. For the ashes of his fathers. And the temples of his Gods ? Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius, si. T?. Then none was for a party ; Then all were for the state ; Then the great man helped the poor, And the poor man loved the great. St. S^. As we wax hot in faction. In battle we wax cold ; Wherefore men fight not as they fought In the brave days of old. St. S3. minster and St. Paul's.— H. Walpolk, Letter to Sir H. Mann, Nov. 24, 1774. The same idea, however, occurred in the following title of a book published in London in 17S0 : " Poems by a young Nobleman lately deceased [the second Lord Lyttelton, a. Nov. 27, 1779] • mr- tioularly the State of England, and the' once flonrishina City of London. In a letter from an American Traveller, dated from the Rninons Portico of St. Paul's, in tlie year 219D, to a fiiend settled in Boston, the Metropolis of the Western Empire.'' i Miss Edgeworth's novel, " Castle Eackrent." MACAULAY— MACDONALD. 203 Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack ; But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried "Back ! " Lays of Ancient Rome. Horatius. St, SO. And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer, St. 60. " Hearen help him ! " qnoth Lars Porsena, " And bring him safe to shore ; For such a gallant feat of ai-ms Was never seen before." St. GS. How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old. St. 70. For aye Valerius loathed the Th-ong And aye upheld the right. The Battle of Lalce Eegilliis. St. 18. One of us two, Herminius, Shall never more go home, I will lay on for Tusculum And lay thou on for Rome ! St. 27. These be the Great Twin Brethren. lb. Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to hear. Virginia. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye. He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stem and high. Ivry. Attend, all ye who list to hear our noble England's praise ; I tell of the thrice famous deeds she wrought in ancient days. The Armada. wherefore come ye forth, in triumph from the north ? Battle of Naseby. Persecution produced its natural effect on them. It found them a sect ; it made them a faction. History of England. Chap. 1. He . . . felt towards those whom he had deserted that peculiar maliprity which has, in all ages, been characteristic of apostates. It was a crime in a child to read by the bedside of a sick parent one qf those beauti- ful collects which had soothed the griefs of forty generations of Christians. Chap. 2. The Puritan hated bearbaiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators. lb. It is possible to be below flattery, as well as above it. lb. Intoxicated with animosity. lb. There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles the Second. But the seamen were not gentlemen ; and the gentlemen were not seamen. Chap. S. He [Eumbold] never would believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world ready booted and spuiTed to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. Chap. 5. In every age the vilest specimens of human nature are to be found among demagogues. lb. The Habeas Corpus Act . . . the most stringent curb that ever legislation imposed on tyranny. Chap. 6. GEORGE MACDONALD (1821-1905). Alas ! how easily things go wrong ! A sigh too deep, or a kiss too long. And then comes a mist and a weeping rain. And life is never the same again. Phantastes. 1. 1. Where did you come from, baby dear ? Out of the everywhere into here. Baby. The roses make the world so sweet, The bees, the birds have such a tune, There's such a light and such a heat And such a joy in June. To Night with her power to sileuce day. YloUn Songs. My Heart. We must do the thing we muat Before the thing we may ; We are unfit for any trust Till we can and do obey. Willie's Question. Tart 4. You would not think any duty small If you yourself were great. lb. And the butterfly flits like a stray thoucht o' God. The bonny, bonny Dell. Sf.^. This is the highest learning, The hardest and the best : From self to keep still turning, And honour all the rest. After Thomas a Kempis. 7, St. 1. Better to have a loving friend Than ten admiiing foes. St. S. Grief snages grief, and joy doth joy enhance : Nature is generous to her children so. A Book of Sonnets. To S. F. S. He that would sing, but hath no song, Must speak the right, denounce the wrung. How shall he sing? I. 7. Better to hearken to a brook Than watch a diamond shine. Better Things. St. 1. Better suspect that thou art proud , Than be sure that thou art great. St. 6. Like some lone saint with upward eyes, Lost in the deeps of prayer. Bongs of the Autumn Nights. 1. 204 MACKAY— MARLOWE. A bird knows nothing of gladness, Is only a song-raachine. A Book of Dreams. Fart ^, 3. Listless and sad, without complaint, Like dead men in a dream. The Disciple. H, sf. 8. The man that feareth, Lord, to doubt, In that fear doubteth Thee. S2, st. 15. Beauty and sadness always go together. Within and Without. Fart J,, sec. S. CHAS. MACKAY, LL.D. (1814-1889). The smallest effort is not lost ; Each wavelet on the ocean tossed Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow ; Each raindrop makes some flow'ret blow ; Each struggle lessens human woe. The Old and the New. 44. Cheer boys, cheer. Song. PubUshed 1S5G. Sir J. MACKINTOSH (1765-1832). Diffused knowledge immortalises itself. Vindiciae Gallise. The Commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity. Disciplined inaction. Causes of the Kevolution of 1688. Chap. 7. Men are never so good or so bad as their opinions. Ethical Philosophy. CHARLES MACKLIN (1690-1797). You are as welcome as the flowers in May. Love a la Mpde. Act 1, 1. 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. Act f , 1. She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth. The Man of the World. Act 1,1. [Rev. Dr.] NORMAN MACLEOD (1812-1872). Courage, brother ! do not stumble, Though thy path be dark as night ; There's a star to guide the humble, Trust in God, and do the Eight. Trust in Ood. RICHARD R. MADDEN, M.D. (b. 1798). Some grave theii' wrongs on marble ; He more just, ' Stooped down serene, and wrote them on the dust. Poema on Sacred Subjects, DAVID MALLET (or MALLOCH) (c. 1700-1765). Why did you swear mine eyes were bright. Yet leave' those eyes to weep ? Margaret's Ghost. grant me, heaven, a middle state. Neither too humble nor too great ; More than enough for nature's ends, With somethiug left to treat my friends. Translation of Horace. Strains that sigh and words that weep.* Funeral Hymn. S3. He who can resign Has never lo'fred. Amyntor and Theodora. 1, 407. Words that weep, and strains that agonise.* 2-, S06 That sovereign bliss, a wife. Cupid and Hymen. We mourn the guilty, while the guilt we blame. Prologue to the Siege of Damascus. BERNARD DE MANDEVILLE (1670-1733). They put off hearings wilfully, To finger the refreshing fee. Fable of the Bees. JOHN J. ROBERT MANNERS (Duke of Rutland) (b. 1818). Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility. England's Trust, and other Poems, Fart 3, g27. WILLIAM L. MARCY (1786-1857). They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors beloag the spoils of the enemy. Speech, Senate of the 'United States. January, 1S3'£. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE (1564- 1593). Come live with me, and be my love. The, Jew of Malta. (Smij, " The Passionate Shepherd." \) By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. lb. Infinite riches in a little room. Aet. 1, 1. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. lb. More knave than fool. Jb. Love me little, love me long. J lb. * See Gray : " Thoughts that breathe," etc. t Quoted in " The Merry Wives of Windsor." Act 3, 1. ' J Sec Herrick. MAKMION— MASON. 205 . Eeligion Hides many nusohiefs from suspicions. The Jew of HaltEU Act 1, S. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For win in us is over-ruled by fate. Hero and Leander. Sestiad 1. Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?* lb. All women are ambitious naturally. lb. Love always makes those eloquent that have it. Sestiad 'i. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Faustus. Act 5, 2. O thou art fairer than the evening air. Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. lb. He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall. Act 5, 4. Our swords shall play the orator for us. Tamburlaine. Fart 1, Act 1, 3. Virtue is the fount whence honour springs. Act B, 2. More childish valorous than manly wise. Fart 2, Act 4, 1. SHACKERLEY MARMION (1602- 1639). Great men's vices are esteemed as virtues. Holland's Laaguer. Act 1, 1. Great joys, like griefs, are silent. Act 5, 1. Familiarity begets coldness. The Antiquary. Act 1. Worth a king's ransom. Act 2. Our love is like our life ; There is no man blest iu either till his end. A Fine Companion. Act 1, 1. HARRIET MARTINEAU (1802-1876). And Sorrow tracketh wrong. As echo follows song. Hymn. On, on, for ever. ANDREW MARVELL (1621-1678). The inglorious arts of peace. Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return from Ireland. 1. 10. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene. But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; (. 57. And now the Irish are ashamed To see themselves in one year tamsd : So much one man can do. That does both act and know. I. 75, ' Quoted in "As You Like It," Act 3, 5. Choosing each stone, and poising every weight, Trying the measures of the breadth and height. Here pulling down, and there erecting new, Founding a firm state by proportions true. The First Anniversary, 'Tis not a freedom that, where all command. lb. SeU-preservaiion, nature's first great law. All the creation, except man, doth awe. Hodge's Vision from the Monument. And all the way, to guide their chime. With falling oars they kept the time, t Bermudas. The world iu all doth but two nations bear, The good, the bad, and these mixed every- where. The Loyal Scot. But only human eyes can weep. Eyes and Tears, ;. 4S. Music, the mosaic of the Air. Music's Empire. [Rev.] WILLIAM MASON (1725- 1797). Even mitred duluess learns to feel. Ode to Independence. The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. Heroic Epistle. All praise is foreign, but of true desert. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. Musseus. Fancy is the friend of woe. Ode. 2{o. 7, St. S. Waste is not grandeur. The English Garden. Boole 2, 20. Fashion ever is a wayward child. Book 4, 430. GERALD MASSEY (b. 1828). And Life is all the sweeter that he lived. And all he loved more sacred for his sake : And Death is all the brighter that he died. And Heaven is all the happier that he's there. Lines in Memory of Earl Brownlow. In this dim world of clouding cares. We rarely know, till 'wildered eyes See white vrings lessening up the skies. The angels with us unawares. The Ballad of Babe Chrlstabei. t "The oars kept time with the notes, and ac- companied them -witli a melancholy sound, liko that of mourners iu a funeral procession beating their breasts in concert with the music." — Plutarch, "Life of Demetrius," 206 MASSINGBR This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above ; , j- ^^ And, if we did our duty, it might be as fuU otlove. _, . ,, ■ J. „ Cries of Forty-Eight. T/na world tsjuU of beauty. Now, victory to our England ! And where'er she lifts her hana In Freedom's fight, to rescue Eight, God bless the dear old Land ! England goes to Battle. One sharp, stern sti-uggle, and the slaves of centuries are free. The Patriot. /. 58. To those who walk beside them, great men Mere common earth; but distance makes them stars. Hood. I. 11. PHILIP MASSINGER (1584-1639). For any man to match above his rank Is but to sell his Kberty. Virgin Martyr. Act 1, 1. The picklock That never fails. [Money.] The Unnatural Combat. Act 1, 1. 'Tis true, gold can do much, But beauty more. lb. The world's wicked. We are men, not saints, sweet lady; you must practise The manners of the time, if you intend To have favour from it. lb. Serves and fears The fury of the many-headed monster, The giddy multitude. Act 3, 2. There are so many ways to let out Ufe. Duke of Milan. Act 1, S. But still remember, that a prince's secrets Are balm concealed ; but poison if discovered. lb. Honours never fail to purchase silence. Act 2, 1. I am in. And must go ou ; and since I have put off From the shore of innocence, guilt be thou my pilot. lb. Pray you use your freedom. And, so far, if you please, allow me mine, To hear you only ; not to be compelled To take your moral potions. Act 4, 3 Her goodness doth disdain comparison, And, but herself, admits no parallel. Jb. Now speak. Or be for ever silent. lb. For injuries are writ in brass, kind Graccho, And not to be forgotten. Act 5, 1. Honours and great employments are ^eat burthens. The Bondman. Act 1, S. He that would govern others, first should be The master of himself. lb, A wise man never Attempts impossibilities The Renegado. Act 1, 1. "View yourselves In the deceiving mirror of self-love. Parliament of Love. Act 1, 5. Better the devil's than a woman's slave. Act S, S. To have the greatest blessing, a true friend. Act S, g. What pity 'tis, one that can speak so well, Should^ in his actions, be so ill. Act 3, 3. All words, And no performance. Act 4, 2. There are a thousand doors to let out life. lb. Our aim is glory and to leave our names To aftertime. The Roman Actor. Act 1, 1. To descend To the censure of a better word ; or jest. Dropped from a poet's pen. lb. This syllable, his will. Stands for a thousand reasons. I in my own house am an emperor, And will defend what's mine. Act 1, 2. lb. If there be. Among the auditors, one whose conscience tells him He is of the same mould, — Wecannot help it. Act 1, 3. This many-headed monster. Act S, ^. Grim Death. Act 4, ~. For princes never more make known their wisdom. Than when they cherish goodness where they find it. Great Duke of Florence. Act 1, 1. Greatness, which private men Esteemed a blessing, is to me a curee ; And we who, for our high births, they conclude The only freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean ! lb. A glorious lazy dioue, grown fat with feeding On others' toil. Act 1, S. He's blind with too much light. Act S, 1. Delights, which to achieve, danger is nothing, And loyalty but a word. Act 2, 3. MASSINGER. 207 Great men, Till they have gained their ends, axe giants in Their promise?, but, those obtained, weak pigmies In their performance. And it is a maxim Allowed among them, so they may deceive, They may swear anything ; for the queen of love, As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile, at lovers* perjuries. Great Duke of Florence. Act $, S. I am driven Into a desperate strait ; and cannot steer A middle course. Act 3, 1, I never told a lie yet ; and I told it In some degree blasphemous to dispraise Wliat's worthy admiration : yet, for once, I will dispraise a little. lb. At the best, my lord, she is a handsome picture. And, that said, all is spoken. lb. Truth, a constant mistress, that Ever protects her servants. lb. Let my hand have the honour To convey a kiss from my lips to the cover of Your foot, dear signior. Act 4, 1. He that knows no guilt Can know no fear. Act 4, 2. The lilies Contending with the roses in her cheeks, Who most shall set them off. Act S, S. Like a rough orator, that brings more truth Than rhetoric, to make good his accusation. lb. Sure the duke is In the giving vein. lb. Let other monarchs Contend to be made glorious by proud war. And with the blood of their poor subjects, purchase Increase of empii'e, and increase their cares In keeping that which was by wrong extorted. Gilding unjust invasions with the trim Of glorious conquests ; we, that would be known The father of our people, in our study And vigilance for their safety, must not Their ploughshares into swords, and force them from The secure shade of their own vines, to be Scorched with the flames of war. The Maid of Honour. Act 1, 1. Virtue, if not in action, is a vice ; And when we move not forward, we go backward : Nor in this peace, the nurse of drones and cowards, Ow health, but a disease, lb. Think not Our counsel's based upon so weak a base. As to bo overturned, or shaken with Tempestuous winds of words. lb. I now will court her in the conqueror's style ; " Come, see, and overcome." Act 2, 1. Beauty, youth, and fortune meeting in you, I will vouchsafe to marry you. Act Z, $. I give him three years and a day to match my Toledo, And then we'll fight like dragons. /*. Desert may make a sergeant to a colonel. And it may hinder him from rising higher. Act 3, 1. O summer-friendship. Whose flattering leaves, that shadowed us in our Prosperity, with the least gust drop off In the autumn of adversity. Act S, 2. He's a man, I know, that at a, reverent distance loves nLC ; And such are ever faithful. What a sea Of melting ice I walk on ! Act 3, 3. He That kills himself to avoid misery, fears it, And, at the best, shows but a bastard valour. This life's a fort committed to my trust, Which I must not yield up till it, be forced : Nor will I. He's not vahant that dares die, But he that boldly bears calamity. lb. Truth is armed And can defend itself. It must out, madam. Act 5, 1. Love, how he melts ! I cannot blame my lady's Unwillingness to part with such marmalade hps. The Picture. Act 1, 1. And what, in a mean man, I should call foUy, Is in your majesty remarkable wisdom. Act 1, 2. Be dumb, Thou spirit of contradiction ! lb. Ill news, madam. Are swallow-winged, but what's good Walks on crutches. Act 2, 1. You have said. Gallants, so much, and hitherto done so Uttle, That, till I learn to speak, and you to do, I must take time to thank you. Act 2, 2. My dancing days are past. lb. 'Every soil. Where he is well, is to a valiant man. His natural country. 16. He caxmot 'scape their censures who dehght To misapply whatever he shall write. The Emperor of the East. Frologue. 208 MASSINGER. The manv-headed monster, multitude. •' Act i, 1. An innocent truth can never stand in need Of a guilty lie. The Emperor of the East, -dot 6, 3 They are too ojd to learn, and I too young To give them counsel. The Fatal Dowry. Act 1, 1. Sir, though I would persuade, I'U not constrain : Each man's opinion freely is his own Concerning anything, or anybody. Act S, S. Farewell, uncivil man ! let's meet no more ; Here our lone weh of friendship I untwist. Act S, 1. That vou can speak so well, and do so ill. Act 4, S. The devil turned precisian ! A New Way to Pay Old Debts. Act 1, 1. Friendship is hut a word. Act 2, 1. If you like not hanging, drown yourself ; Take some course for your reputation. lb. I know your worship's wise, and needs no counsel ; Yet, if in my desire to do you service, I humbly offer my advice (but still Under correction), I hope I shall not Incur your high displeasure. Act B, 3. I write nil ultra to my proudest hopes. Act 4, 1. The sum of all that makes a just man happy Consists in the well choosing of his wife. lb. Hard things are compassed oft by easy means. Act 5, 1. Patience, the beggar's virtue. lb. Some undone widow sits upon my arm And takes away the use of 't; and my sword. Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. lb. Pretty pastime, nephew ! 'Tis royal sport. [Hawking.] The Guardian. Act 1, 1. Black detraction Will find faults where they are not. Act 1, B. Yet we should not, Howe'er besieged, deliver up our fort Of hfe, till it be forced. Act 2, 4. My being hath been but a living death, With'a continued torture. lb. A fine method ! This is neither begging, borrowing, nor robbery ; Yet it hath a fine twang of all of them. Act 5, 4. Where I love, I profess it ; where I hate, In every circumstance I dare proclaim it. A Yery Woman. Act 1, 1. To doubt is safer than to be secure. lb. But, like a stoic, with a constancy Words nor affronts can shake, you still go on. And smile when men abuse you. lb. They'U do Uttle That shall offend you, for their chief desire Is to do nothing at all, sir. Act S, 1. Eevenge, that thirsty dropsy of our souls, Which makes us covet that which hurts us most. Is not alone sweet, but partakes of tartness. Act 4, B. Build on your own deserts, and ever be A stranger to love's enemy, jealousy. ■ lb. In all the faith my innocence could give me, In the best language my true tongue could tell me. And all the broken sighs my sick heait lend me, I sued, and served ; long did I love this lady. Long was my travail, long my ti-ade to win her. With all the duty of my soul I served her. Act 4, 3. Women, giddy women ! In her the blemish of your sex you prove. There is no reason for your hate or love. Act 5, B. Though the desire of fame be , the last weakness Wise men put off, * Act 5, 4- Death hath a thousand doors to let out life ; I shall find one. lb. Your unexpected courtesies amaze me, Which I will study with all love and service To appear worthy of. Act 5, 6. Ambition, in a private man a vice, Is, in a prince, the virtue. The Bashful Lover. Act 1, B. And, confident we have the better cause, Why should we fear the trial ? lb. This cause is to be fought, not pleaded. lb. Bate cannot rob you of deserved applause. Whether you win or lose in such a cause. lb. When you give, Give not by halves. Act B, S. No man's a faithful judge in his own cause. Act B, 7. All the eminent and canonised beauties, By truth recorded, or by poets feigned. Act 4, 1. * See Milton: "That last infirmity of noblo mind." "A Very Woman" was licensed for tlie stage in 1634, but appeare to have been a rcvisigu of a former play. It was printed in 1665 MATHER— MEREDITH. 209. Viitue'e but a word ; Fortune rules all. The Bashful Lover. Act 4, 1, There is no law for restitution of fees, sir. The Old Law. Act 1, 1. A free tongued woman, And very excellent at telling secrets. Act 4, 9. The tale is worth the hearing; and may move Compassion, and perhaps deserve your love And- approbation. Believe aa you List. Frologuc. [Dr.] COTTON MATHER (1663-1728), . In books a prodigal, they say, A living cyclopedia. Translation of Epitaph on Anne Bradstreet. A table-talker rich in sense, And witty without wit's pretence. li, THOMAS MAY (1695-1650). Absence not long enough to root out quite All love, increases love at second sight. Henry II. The law is blind, and speaks in general teiTns ; She cannot pity where occasion serves. The Heir. Act i. WILLIAM MEE. (I9th Century.) She's all my fancy painted her ; She's lovely, she's divine. Song. MELVILLE [See WHYTE-MEL- VILLE. GEORGE MEREDITH (b. 1828). All ■ wisdom's armoury this man could wield. ' The Sage Enamoured. 2. Slave is the open month beneath the ■closed. lb. 4. And name it gratitude, the word is poor. lb. Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Modern Love. St. 4- It.is in truth a most contagious game : Hiding the SkeJiEton, shall be its name. St. 17. No state is enviable. St, 19. The actors are, it seems, the usual three : Husband, and wife, and lover. St. 25. ! have a care of natures that are mute ! St. 35. How many a thing which we cast to the -ground, When others pick it up becomes a gem ! St.il. 14 a We drank the pure daylight of honest speech. St. 48. Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare. The Woods of Westermain. 1. Change, the strongest son of Life. lb. 4- He who has looked upon Earth Deeper than flower and fruit, Losing some hue of his piirth. As the tree striking rock at the root. The Day of the Daughter of Hades, 1, For singing till his heaven fills, 'Tis love of earth that he instils. The Lark Ascending. Through seU-forgetfulness divine. lb. First of earthly singers, the sun-loved rill. Phoebus with Admetus. St, S. She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, . . Hard, but O the glory of the winning , were she won ! Love in the Yalley. St. 2. When her mother tends her before the laughing mirror. Tying up her laces, looping up her hair. St. S. Quaintest, richest carol of all the singing- throats. [The blackbird]. St. 17. Aa the birds do, so do we. Bill our mate, and choose our tree. The Three Singers to Young Blood. 1, TTufaith clamouring to be cwned To faith by proof. Earth and Man. St. 4I. But the truth, the truth ! the raauy eyes That look on it ! the diverse things they see ! A Ballad of Fair Ladies in Bevolt, St. 16. Sir spokesman, sneers are weakness veiling rage. St. 42. I've studied men from my topsy-turvy Close, and, I reckon, rather true. Some are fine fellows : some, right scurvy : Most, a dash between the two. Juggling Jerry. St. 7. They need their pious exercises less Than schooling in the Pleasures. A Certain People. And chiefly for the weaker by the wall. You bore that lamp of sane benevolence. To a Friend Lost. Now Vengeance has a brood of eggs. But Patience must be hen. Archduchess Anne. St. 12. With patient inattention hear him prate. ' Bellerophon. St. 4- 210 MEREDITH— MIDDLETON. Pull lasting is the song, thotigh ha The singer, passes : lasting too, For souls not lent in usury, The rapture of the forward view. A Reading of Earth. The Thrmli in lebruary. St. 17. So near to mute the zephyrs flute That only leaflets dance. Outer and Inner. St. 1, So may we read, and little find them cold : Not frosty lamps illumining dead space, Not distant aliens, not senseless Powers, The fire is in them whereof we are horn ; The music of their motion may be ours. Heditation under Stars. We spend our lives in learning pilotage, And grow good steersmen when the vessel's crank. The Wisdom of Eld, There are giants to slay, and they call for their Jack. The Empty Purse, Sword of Common Sense ! Our surest gift. Ode. To the Comic Spirit, God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman. The Ordeal of Richard Feverel. Chap, S4. Cynicism is intellectual dandyism. The Egoist. Chap. 7. The classic scholar is he whose blood is most nuptial to the webbed bottle . . Port hymns to his conservatism. Chap. 19. Note the superiority of wine over Venus ! I may say the magnanimity of wine ; our I'ealousy turns on him that will not share ! lb. Cleverness is an attribute of the selecter missionary lieutenants of Satan. Diana of the Crossways. Chap. 1. The sentimental people fiddle harmonics on the string of sensualism. lb. 'Tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too. Chap. %. Observation is the most enduring of the pleasures of life. Cha-p. 11 A woman's "never" fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time, to his mind. Chap. IS. She was a lacLy of incisive features boimd in stale parchment. Chap. I4. " Cut how divine is utterance ! " she said " As we to the brutes, poets are to us." Chap. 16. There is nothing the body suffers ttjat the soiil may not profit by. C/iap. 43. JOHN HERMAN MERIVALE (1779- 1844). Fortune and Hope, farewell ! I've found the port: You've done with me ; go now with others sport. Translation of Greek Epigram.* [Rev.] JAMES MERRICK (1720-1769). So high at last the contest rose. From words they almost came to blows. The Chameleon. . You all are right and all are wrong : When next you talk of what you view. Think others see as well as you. lb. Not what we wish, hut what we want. Hymn, WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE (1734- 1788). And are ye siire the news is true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Song 3. " There's nae luck about the For there's nae luck about the house ; There's nae luck at aw ; There's little pleasure in the house, When our gude man's awa'. lb. Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech. His breath like cauler air, His very foot has music i't, As he comes up the stair ! And shall I see his face again ? And shall I hear him speak ? lb The moon, sweet regent of the sky. t Cumnor Hall. THOMAS MIDDLETON (1570-1627). Whoso loves law dies either mad or poor. The Phoenix. Like pearl Dropped from the opening eyelids of the mom.J A Game of Chess. Better to go on foot than ride and fall. Hicro-Cynicon. Sat. 5. Truth needs not the foil of rhetoric. The Family of LoYe. Act 5, 3. The devil has a care of his footmen. A Trick to catch the Old One. Act 1, 4- A just cause is strong. Act 3, 3. 'Tis vain to quarrel with our destiny. Ael 4, 4- * See Burton": "Mine haven's found," p. 48. t " Now Cynthia named, fair regent of the night."— Gay, " Xi-ivia," 8. See also Darwin : "And hail their queen" (p. 106). The ballad "Cumnor Hall" is also attributed to Jean Adam (17101765V t See Milton's " Lycidas " ; " Under the opening eyelids of the morn." . , MILL— MILTON. 211 ' ThouthaigoestuponMiddlesexjuries,and will make haste to give up thy Terdict hecause thou will not lose thy dinner. A Trick to Catch the Old One. -^ct 4, S. Qieat talkers are never great doers. Blurt, Haster-Constable. Act 1, 1. How a good meaning May he corrupted hy a misconstruction! The Old Law. Act 1, 1. He that hides treasui'e Imagines everyone thinks of that place. Act 4, 2. When affection only speaks, Truth is not always there. lb. He travels best that knows When to return. lb. Justice indeed Should ever he close-eared and open mouthed ; That is to heai' a little, and speak much. Act 5, 1. I fear that in the election of a wife. As in a project of war, to err hut once Is to be undone for ever. Anything for a Quiet Life. Act 1, 1. JOHN STUART MILL (1806-1873). Whatever crushes individuality is despot- ism, by whatever name it may be called. On Liberty. Chap. 3. HENRY HART MILMAN, D.D., Dean of St. Paul's, London (1791- 1861). When our heads are bowed with woe. When our bitter tears o'erflow. Hymn. " WTien our heads." She smiled ; then drooping mute and broken-hearted To the cold comfort of the grave departed. The Apollo Belvidere. Newmgate Prize Poem. And the cold marble leapt to life a god. lb. Too fair to worship, too divine to love ! lb. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES, 1st Baron Houghton (1809-1886). A man's best things are nearest him. Lie close about his feet. The Men of Old. Great thoughts, great feelings came to him. Like instincts, unawares. lb. But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills. Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube. St. $. The beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. " I Wandered by the Brookside." 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, With loss of Eden. Paradise \jOit,—Boole 1, 1. 1. Thiogs unattempted yet, in prose or rhyme. 1.16. 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, I. 27. For one restraint, lords of the world besides. 1.32. As far as angels' ken. I. 69, Yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions oi sorrow, doleful shades, where peace , ~^ And rest can never dwell: hope never comes. That comes to all. I. 62. As far removed from God and light of heaven. As from the centre thrice to th' utmost pole. 1. 73. But O how fallen ! how changed From him who, in the happy realms of light, Clothed with transcendent brightness £dst outshine Myriads though bright ! I. 84 United thoughts and counsels, equal hope. And hazard m the glorious enterprise. I. 88, Though changed in outward lustre, that fixed mind And high disdain from sense of injured , merit. I. 97. What though the field be lost E All is not lost ; th' unconquerable will. And study of revenge, immortal hate And courage never to submit or yield : And what is else not to be overcome? 1. 105. Vaunting aloud, but racked with deep despair. 1. 126, Fall'n Cherub, to be weak is miserable. Doing or suffering : but of this be sure. To do ought good nerer will be our task. But ever to do ill our sole delight. As being the contrary to his high wiU, Whom we resist. If then his providence Out of our evil seek to bring forth good. Our labour must be to pervert that end. And out of good still to find means of evil. 1. 157. What re-inforcement we may gain from hope. If not what resolution from despair. 1. 190, 212 MILTON; Farewell happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells : hail horrors, hail! Paradise Lost. Book 1,1.^49. A mind not to he changed hy place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same. I. 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 h?av'n. I. S61. In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. I. ^6. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In VaUombrosa. I. 302. Awake, arise, or be for ever faU'n. I. 330. The promiscuous crowd. I. 380. First Moloch, horrid King, besmeared with blood. 1. 392. For spirits, when they please. Can either sex assume, or both ; so soft And uncompouuded is their essence pure. I. 423. But, in what shape they choose. Dilated or condensed, bright or obscure. Can execute their aery purposes. I. 4^8. And when night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. 1.500. With high words, that bore Semblance of worth, not substance, gently raised Their faiated courage, and dispelled their fears. 1. 528. The imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. ;, 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds. A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frightened the reign of Chaos and old Night. 1. 542. In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. I. B50. Instead of rage Deliberate valour breathed, firm and unmoved With dread of death to fiight or foul retreat. 1. 553. Chase Anguish, and doubt, and fear, and sorrow, and pain. From mprtal or immortal minds. I. 557. Bb above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had not yet lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and th' excess Of glory obscnrel I. 589. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. I. 6if7. Care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge. I. 601. Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scom. Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. At last Words interwove with sighs found out their way. 1. 619. That strife Was not inglorious, though th' event was dii-e. 1. 623. Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. /. 64s. Mammon led them on ; Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell From heaven ; for e'en 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 enjoyed In vision beatific. I. 678. Let none admire That riches grow in hell ; that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. I. 690. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Hose like an exhalation. I. 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star. I. 742. The suburb of their straw-built citadel. 1.773. While over head the moon Sits arbitress. I. 7S4. 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 kiugs barbaric pearl and gold , Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence ; and, from despair Thus high uplifted beyond hope. Soole 2, I. 1. •Milton. 213 Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. Paradise Lost. Boole g, I. S9. The strongest and the fiercest Spirit That fought in Heaven, now fiercer hy despair. His trust was with th' Eternal to be deemed Equal in sti-ength ; and rather than he less, Cared not to be at all. 1. 44- My sentence is for open war : of wiles More unexpert I boast not. I. 51. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. 1. 105. But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. 1. 11%. Th' ethereal mould Incapablef of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair. I. ISd. For who would lose. Though full of pain, this intellectual being. Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To peiTsh rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoidof sense and motion? Lll/b. His red right hand.* 1. 174. Unrespited, unpitied, imreprieved. Ages of hopeless end. I. 1S5. Besides what hope the never-ending flight Of future days may bring. I. ^21. Thus Belial, with words clothed in reason's garb, Counselled ignoble ease, and peaceful sloth, Not peace. L «6. When everlasting Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife. I. m. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. I. ^4- In his rising seemed A pillarof 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 noon- tide air. I. SOI. To sit in darkness here Hatching vain empires. I. ST7. * Horace, "Odes," Book 1, 2, "Eubonte dcxtta." And through the palpable obscure find out Trig uncouth waj^. I. 406. Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. 1.-43S. Kefiising to accept as great a share Of hazard as of honour. I. 4^2. Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. I. ^6. The lowering element Scowls o'er the darkened landscape snow, or shower. 1. 490. O shame to men ! devil with devil damned Firm concord holds ; men only disagree Of creatures rational. I. 49S. For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. 1. 556. And reasonfid high. Of providence, foreknowledge, wUl, and fate. Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge ab- solute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost. 1. 55S. Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy : Yet with a pleasing sorcery could charm Pain for a while, or anguish, and excite Fallacious hope, or arm th' obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. ■ I. 565. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog. ■I. 592. 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, infixed, and frozen round Periods of time, thence hurried back to fire. I. 59S. Worse Than fables yet have feigned, or feai: conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and GhimSBras dire. . l.6$6. If shape it might be called that shape had none. ^. 667. Black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart, I. 6V0. Whence and .what art thou, execrable 3? 1.681. Back to thy punishment False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings.- The grisly terror. [Death.] I. 704. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. I. 71S, 214 MILTON, 1. 845. I. 871. So frowned the mighty comtatants, that hell Grew darker at their frown. ' Paradise Lost. £ook H, I. 719. Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded Death. 1.788. Grim death. '• SO4. Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. ' '"■■'^ The fatal key. Sad instrument of all our woe. She opened ; but to shut Excelled her power. • ?■ S8S. For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four cham- pions fierce, Strive here for masterji I. S9S. Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils tlie fray_ By wluch he reigns ; next him high arbiter Chance governs all. Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave. I. 907. To compare Great things with small. I. 921. With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues hia way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or files. ■ I. 949. Sable-vested Night, eldest of things. I. 96t. And Discord, with a thousand various mouths. 1. 967. With ruin upon ruin, tout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. I. 995. Havoc, and spoil, and ruin are my gain. 1. 1009. So he with difficuliy and labour hard Moved on, with difficulty and labour he. I. 1021. This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude close by the moon.* !. 106i Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven first- bom, Or of th' Eternal co-eternal beam. May I express thee uublamed ? Book S, I. 1. The rising world of waters dark and deep. 1.11. Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. I. 57. • Cf. "Measure for Measure," 8, 1. Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even 01 moin. Or s ght of vernal bloom, or summer s rose, Or flfcks, or herds, or human face divm^e.^^ From the cheerful ways of men Cut oft, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with an universal blank. Of Nature's works, to me expunged and And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. I. 46. Suf&cient to have stood, though free to fall. To prayer, repentance, and obedience due. Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy. (. S^G. Dark with excessive bright. . I. 380. O unexampled love ! Love nowhere to be found less than Divine ! I 410. Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery. '■ 474- Into a Limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. /. 49s. Unspeakable desire to see, and know All these His wondrous works, but chiefly man. ?. C6S. For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone. I. 682. And oft, though Wisdom wake. Suspicion At Wisdom's gate, and to Simplicity Eesigna her charge, while Goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. (. 686. Thy desire, which tends to know The works of God, thereby to glorify The great Work -Master, leads to no excess That reaches blame, but rather merits praise The more it seems excess. I. 694. The heU within him. Book 4, 1. 20. Now Conscience wakes Despair That slumbered ; wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be. 1.23. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. l. S4. And understood not that a grateful mind By owing, owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged. I. 55, MILTON. 215 Me miserable ! 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 threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven. Paradise Lost. Book 4, I- 73, Such joy ambition finds. I. 9f . So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear. Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good. 1. 108. The first That practised falsehood under saintly show. Deep malice to conceal, couched with re- venge. I. Ml. Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. 1. 16S. So clomb this first grand thief into God's fold; So since into his church lewd hirelings climb. Thence up he flew, and on the tree of life The middle tree and highest there tlmt grew. Sat like a cormorant 1. 19S. A Heaven on Earth. I. 208. The unpierced shade. I. 2^5. Groves whose rich trees wept odorous gums and balm. I. 248. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. , I. SS6. The mantling vine. I. 258. For contemplation he and valour formed ; For softness she and sweet attractive grace ; He for God only, she for God in him : , His fair large front and eje sublime declared Absolute rule ; and hyacmthine locks Eound from lus parted forelock manly hung Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad. 1. 297. Which implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway And by her yielded, by him best received ; Tielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet reluctant amorous delay. I. 307. Adam, the goodliest man of men since born His sons ; uie fairest of her daughters Eve. I. 323. So spake the fiend, and with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. I. 393. Imparadised in one another's arms. I. 506. Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad. I. 598. All but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now glowed the firma- ment With living sapphires. h 60^. Till the moon Eising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light. And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. I. GOG. The timely dew of sleep. I. GI4T God is thy law, thou mine ; to know no more Is woman's happiest knowledge and her praise. !. 637. With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of Mom, 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 evening 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 Mom, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds ; nor rising Sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'iing with dew; nor fragrance after showers ; Nor grateful evening mild ; nor silent Night, With this her solemn bird, nor walk by Moon, Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. I. 639. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. I. 677. Eased the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. I. 739. Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source . Of human offspring, sole propriety In Paradise of all things common else. I. 750. Blest pair ! and yet happiest, if ye seek N9 happier state, and know to know no more. - 1. 774. Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. I. 800. Vain hopes, vain aims, inordinate desires. ;. 803. 216 .MILTON. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly ; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper, but returns . Of force to its own likeness. — Paradise Lost. Boole 4, I. SIO. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown. 1. 830. - Abashed the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is. I. 846. Came not all hell broke loose P I. 918. Then, when I am thy captive, talk of chains. I. 970. liike Teneriff or Atlas, unremoved. I. 987. Now di'eadful deeds Might have ensued ; nor only Paradise In this commotion, but the starty cope Of Heaven perhaps, or all the elements At least had gone to wrack, disturbed and torn With violence of this conflict. I. 9£0. Fled ■ Mimn'ring,- and with him fled the shades of . night. 1. 1014. Now morn her rosy steps in th' eastern cKme Advancing, sowed the earth with orient peai-l. Book 5, I. 1. His sleep Was aeiy-light, from pure digestion bred. 1.3. Hung over her enamoured, and beheld Beauty, which whether waking or asleep, . Shot forth peculiar graces. 1. 13. My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, . Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight. I. 18. Since good, the more Communicated, inore abundant grows. I. 71. Best image of myself and dearer half. I. 95. These are' thy glorious works, Parent of , Good, . Almighty, thine this universal frame. Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous t^en ! I jgg_ ■ Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, • If better thou belong not to the morn Sure pledge of day. V. 166. A wilderness of sweets. i, gg/_ . Seems another mom Kisen on mid-noon. j gjg On hospitable thoughts intent. ;. SS^, Nor jealousy Was understood, the mjured lover's hell. All seemed well pleased; all seemed, but were not all. I. 617. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet, Quaff immortality and joy. I. 637. Soon as midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. I. GG7. An host Innumerable as the stars of night. Or stars of morning, dew-drops which the sun Impeails on every leaf and every flower. I. 744. Begirt th' almighty throne Beseeching or besieging. I. 868. So spake the Seraph Abdiel, faithful found Among the faithless, faithful oiJy he ; Among innumerable false, unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal. I. S9G. Till mom. Waked by the circling hom's, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. Boo/c 6, I. H. Servant of God, well done ! well hast thou fought The better fight, who singly hast maintained Against revolted multitudes the cause Of truth. L S9. Universal reproach ffar worse to bear Tha;n violence). 1.34. The bright consummate flower. I. 481. Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues ■ Ppwera, i^qqI On they move Indissolubly firm. I. 68. Arms on armour clashing brayed Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots raged ; dire was the noise Of conflict. I, 209. Inextinguishable rage. I. 217. ■ Cancelled from Heaven, and sacred memory. Nameless in dark oblivion let them dwell. I. 379. Therefore eternal silence be their doom. I. SS5. But live content, which is the calmest life': But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns AH patience. ?. ^qi^ He onward came ; far off his coming shone. /. 768. Though fall'n on evil days, - On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. Boole 7, I. S5. Fit audience find, though few ; But drive far off the barb'rous dissonance Of Bacchus and his revellers. I. Si, Heaven opened wide Her ever-dui-mg gates, haa-mohious sound ' On golden hinges moving. ; o^^j MILTON. 217 Endued With sanctity of reason. Paradise Lost. Booh 7, I. 507. The angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left Ms voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear. Boole 8, 1. 1. And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. J. 43. Gird the sphere With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, . Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. I. 8U. Consider first, that great Or bright infers not excellence. I. 90. God, to remove His ways from human sense, Placed heaven from earth so far, that earthly sight If it presume, might err in things too high. And no advantage gain. 1. 119. Heaven is for thee too high To know what passes there. Be lowly wise : Think only what concerns thee and thy being ; , Dream not of other worlds, what creatures there Liyey in what state, condition, or degree, Contented that thus far hath been revealed Not of earth only, but of highest heaven. 1. 172. Taught to hve The" easiest way, nor with perplexing thoughts To interrupt the sweet of life. 1. 1S2. To know That which before us lies in daily life, Is" the priilie wisdom ; what is more is fume. Or emptiness, or fond impertinence. 1. 192. And feel that I am happier than I know. ■ 1.282. In soKtnde What happiness ? Who can enjoy alone, Or all enjoying, what contentment find ? I. S64. I waked To find her, or for ever to deplore Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure. I. 478. Grace was in all her steps ! Heaven in her eye! In every gesture dignity and love ! I. 488. Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth. That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. 1. 502. All heaven, And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence ! ' /. 511. To light the bridal lamp. I. 520. What She Wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best : All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded. I. 54p. Accuse not Nature ; she hath done her part; Do thou but thine, and be not diffident Of wisdom. I. 561. Oft-times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right. 1. 671. In loving thou dost well, in passion not, WJierein true love consists not; Love refines The thoughts, and heart enlarges 1. 588. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies, that daily flow - From aU her words and actions. I. 600. With a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. /. 618. My unpremeditated verse. Book 9, I. 24. ^ong choosing, and beginning late I. 26. An age too late. I. 44- But what vrill not ambition aiid revenge Descend to ? I. 168. Revenge, at fii'st, though sweet, Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils. I. 171. For nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good. And good works in her husband to promote I. 232. Smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food. I. 239. For soUtude sometimes is best society. And short retirement urges sweet return. I. 249. The wife, where danger or dishonour Ifirks, Safest and seemliest by her husband stays ; Who guards her, or with her the worst endures. I. 267. At shut of evening flowers. I. 278. For he who tempts, though in vain, at least asperses . , The tempted with dishonour foul. I. 296. Wouldst thou approve thy constancy, ap- prove First thy obedience. I. S67. A-s one who, long in populous city pent. Where houses' thick, and sewers annoy the air. 1. 445. She fair, divinely fair, fit love for Gods. .. I. 489. 5o glozed the Tempter. ■ I. 549. Hope elevates, ana joy Brightens his cl:est. I. 633, 218 MILTON. God so-eommanded, and left that command Sole daughter of his voice. Paradise Lost. Book 9, I. 65^. Etrth felt the wound ; and Nature from her seat Sighing, through all her works gave signs of woe. I. 78g. Inferior, who is free ? I. 825. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. I. 853. A pillared shade High overarched, and echoing walks be- tween. , 1. 1106. Thus it shall befaU Him, who to worth in women overtrusting, Lets her will rule. Restraint she will not brook ; And left to herself, if evil thence ensue, She iirst his weak indulgence will accuse. I USS. And of their vain contest appeared no end. 1. 1189. Yet shall I temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfied, and thee appease. JBook 10, I 77. This woman, "whom thou mad'st to be my help, And gav'st me as thy perfect gift, so good, So fit, so acceptable, so divine. (. 1S7, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. I. 281, Beturned Successful beyond hope. I. ^g. He hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn. I, S06, How gladly would I meet Mortality, my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down. As in my mother's lap.! There I should rest, And sleep secure. ;. 77s, As one disarmed, his anger all he lost. 1.94s. Prevenient grace descending had removed The stony from their hearts. Boole 11, I. S. His heart I know, how variable and vain. Self-left, / Q^ Joy, but with fear yet linked. I. 139. Must I thus leave thee. Paradise ! thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades, Fit haunt of Gods ! ;. ggg Gently hast thou told Thy message, which might else in tellin" wound. ;, gg£ Then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. I. m. Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy. And moon-struck madness. I. 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked With vows, as their chief good and final hope. 1. 491. If thou well observe The rule of not too much, by temperance taught. 1. 530. So may'st thou live till, like ripe fruit, thou drop Into thy mother's lap, or be with ease Gathered, not harshly plucked, for death mature. This is old age. I. 635. Nor love thy life, nor hate ; but what thou Hv'st Live weU, how long or short permit to Heaven. 1. 553. A bevy of fair women, richly gay In gems and wanton dress. I. 582. The evening star, Love's harbinger. , I. 588. Bred only and completed to the taste Of lustful appetence, to sing, to dance, To dress, and troll the tongue, and roll the eye. 1, 618. Spake much of right and wrong, Of justice, of religion, truth, and peace, And judgment from above. I, 666. So violence Proceeded, and oppression and sword-law. 1.671. Thus fame shall be achieved, renown on earth, And what most merits fame in silence hid. I. 698. The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar : All now was turned to jollity and game, To luxury and riot, feast and dance. I. 713. Peace to corrupt no less than war to waste. I. 784. Regardless whether good or evil fame. Beo/c 12. I. 47. Tyranny must be, Though to the tyrant thereby no excuse. I. 95. In mean estate live moderate, till grown . In wealth and multitude, factious they glow. But first among the priests dissension springs ! Men who attend the altar, and should most Endeavour peace, ;, j^jf. MILTON. 219 A deathlike sleep, A gentle wafting to immortal life. Paradise Lost. Book 12, I. 4S4. Truth shall retire Bestuck with sland'rdus darts, and works of faith Barely be found. I. 5S5. And to the faithful, death the gate of life. 1.371. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon ; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow Through Eden took their solitary way. /. 645. Deeds Above heroic, though in secret done, And unrecorded left through many an age. Paradise Regained. Book 1. 1, 14. Ye see our danger on the utmost edge Of hazard, which admits no long debate. 1.94. Be frustrate all ye stratagems of hell. And devilish machinations come to nought ! 1. 180. By winning words to conquer willing hearts. And make persuasion do the work of fear. I. S31. Who brought me hither Will bring me hence ; no other guide I seek. I. 3S6. I have lost Much lustre of my native brightness. I. S77. I have not lost To love, at least contemplate and admire, What I see excellent in good, or fair. Or virtuous. I. SSO. Fellowship in pain divides not smart, Xor lightens aught each man's peculiar load. 1.401. Deposed, Ejected, emptied, gazed, unpitied, shunned, A spectacle of ruin or of scorn. I. 41^. For lying is thy sustenance, thy food ; Yet thou pretend'st to truth. I. 4^9. Ambiguous, and with double sense deluding. Which they who asked have seldom ujider- stood. 1. 435. Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk. 1. 478. Most men admire Virtue, who follow not her lore. I. 4S^. Him, their joy so' lately found, So lately fouild, and so abruptly gone. " Sook2, I. 9. Alas, from what high hope to what relapse XJnlooked for, are we fallen ! I. SO. His life Private, unactive, calm, contemplative. 1.80. Enchanting tongues Persuasive. 1. 158. Tangled in amorous nets. I. 1G2. Beauty stands In th' admiration only of weak minds Led captive. I. S^O. Honour, glory, and popular praise, Bocks whereon greatest iHeu have oftest vprecked. I. 2^, Nature hath need of what she asks. I. 2S3. If at great things thou would'st arrive Get riches first. I. 4^ti. They whom I favour thrive in wealth amain, While viitue, valotu', wisdom, sit in want. I.4SO. A crown Golden in show, is but a wreath of thorns. Brings dangers, troubles, cares, and sleepless nights. ' I. 4B8. For therein stands the office of a king, His honour, virtue, merit, and chief praise, That for the public all this weight he bears. I. 463. Thy actions to thy words accord. JBook 3, 1 9. Glory the reward That sole excites to high attempts, the flame Of most erected spirits. I. 23. Thy years are ripe, and over-ripe. I. 31. Yet years, and to ripe years judgment mature, Quench not the thirst of glory, but augment. 1.37. And what the people but a herd confused, A miscellaneous rabble, who extol Things vulgar ? I. 49. Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise. 1. 66. Who best Can suffer, best can do ; best reign, who first Well hath obeyed. /. 194. For where no hope is left, is left no fear. I. ^06. Elephants endorsed with towers. I. 329. Triumph, that insulting vanity. Book 4, 1. 138. The childhood shows the man. As morning shows the day. Be famous then By wisdom ; as thy empire must extend, So let extend thy mind o'er all the world. I. 2i0. 220 MILTON. Error by his own attns is best evinced. Paradise Regained. Book 4, I. ^S5. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. I. tJfl. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird TrUls her thick-warbled notes the summer long. I. m. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic. Shook th' arsenal, and fulmined over Greece. . I. tS7. From whose mouth issued forth Mellifluous streams that watered all the schools Of Academics old and new. I. S6. Epicurean and the Stoic severe. I. ^SO. He who ireceives Light from above, from the Fountain of Light, No other doctrine needs, though granted true. I. S88. The first and wisest of them all professed To know this only, that he nothing knew.* I. S93. For all his tedious talk is but vain boast, Or subtle shifts conviction to evade. !. S07. Deep versed in books, and shallow in him- self. I. S27. As ohildreri gathering pebbles on the shore. /. SSO. The. solid rules of civil government. I. 358. In them is plainest taught, and easiest learnt. What makes a nation nappy, and keeps it so. I. S61 Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice grey. I. 4^6. Eime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Meeter. Preface to Faradise Lost, 1669 edition. The troublesome and modem bondage of Ehymeing. 7i. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day ! Samson Agonistes. ?. SO. To live a life half dead, a living death. 1. 100. Wisest men Have erred, and by bad women been deceived ; And shall again, pretend they ne'er so wise I. m. Socrates, Just are the ways of God, And jusKfiable to men ; ^ , ^ ,-, Unless there be who think not God at all. I. 29S. Select and sacred, glorious for a while, The miracle of men. I. S6S. What boots it at one gate to make defence. And at another to let in the foe r* I. 560. But who is this ? what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her braveiy on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Coru-ted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. 1. 710. If weakness may excuse. What murderer, what traitor, parricide. Incestuous, sacrilegious, but may plead it ? All wickedness is weakness. I. 831. That grounded maxim, So rife and celebrated in the mouths Of wisest men, that to the public good Private respects must yield. I. 865. Against the law of nature, law of nations. I. 889. In argument with men, a woman ever Goes by the worse, whatever be her cause. I. 903. Yet winds to seas Are reconciled at length, and sea to shore. 1961. Lovcrquarrels oft in pleasing concord end. I. 1003. It is not virtue, wisdom, valour, wit. Strength, comeliness of shape, or amplest merit. That woman's love can win or long inherit J But what it is, hard is to say, Harder to hit. Which way soever men refer it. 1. 1010. What pilot so expert but needs must wreck, Imbarked with such a steers-mate at the helm P I. 1044. He's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame ? I. 1350. Lords are lordliest in their wine. I. I4IS. For evil news rides post, while good news haits. I, I53S. Death, who sets all free. Hath paid his ransom now, and full dis- choi-ge. I, I57jj, MILTON. 221 So fond axe mortal inen Fallen into wrath divine, As their own ruin on themselves to invite. Samson Agoniatei. I. 16Si. And nests in order ranged Of tame villatic fowl. I. 1694. Samson hath quit himself Like Samson, and heroicly hath finished A life heroic. /. 1709. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast ; lio weakness, no contempt. Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair And what may quiet us in a death so nohle. I. mi. Hence, loathfed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight bom. In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! L' Allegro. 1. 1. So buxom, blithe, and debonair. I. ^4- Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest'and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathfed Smiles. Sport that wrinkled Care derides. And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go. On the light fantastic toe. I. SI. The clouds in thousand liveries dight. 1. 6$. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Meadows trim with dairies pied. i.er. 1.7S. Where perhaps some beauty Kes The Cynosure of neighb'ring eyes. I. 79. Of herb, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses. ^ I 85. To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade. I. 95, On a sunshine holiday. I. 98. Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. 1. 100. Towered cities please us then. And the busy hum of men. 1. 117, Ladies, whose bright eyes Kain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms. I. IBl. And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets' dream, On summer eves by haunted stream. l,m. Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child. Warble his native wood-notes wild. 1. 1S3, And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs. Married to immortal Verse, Siich as the meeting soul may pierce. In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. /. 135, The melting voice through mazes running. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. I, 143, Hence, vain deluding joys. The brood of Folly, without father trod. II Penseroso. 1. 1. As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sunbeams. 1.7. Hail, divinest Melanchory. 1. 12. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. I. 39. Spare Fast, that oft with Gods doth diet. 1. 48. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes liis pleasure. I. 49. The Cherub Contemplation. /. 54. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! I. 61. Where glowing embers through the room Teach hght to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth. Save the cricket on the hearth. I, 79, Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred paJl come sweeping by. I. 97, Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. I. IO4. Where more is meant than meets the ear. I. IW), But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale. I. 155, With antique pillars massy proof. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light ; There let the pealmg organ blow To the full- voiced quire below. In service high, and anthems clea- As may, with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes. ' I. 159. Till old experience do attain To somethmg like prophetic strain.* I. 173. * " From Iience, no question, lias sprung an observation . . . confirmed now into a settled opinion, that some long experienced souls in the world, before their dislodging, arrive to the height of prophetic spirits."— Old translation of Eras- mus's ''Praise of Folly." 222 MILTON, Such sweet compulsion doth in music Ke. Arcades. Song 1. tinder the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof Smig 2. Ahove the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call Earth. Comus. I. 5. Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay then- just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of Eternity. I. 12. An old and haughty nation proud in ajrms. I. SS. The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wand'ring passenger. I. 38. Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape • Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine. I. 47. Midnight Shout and Revelry, Tipsy Dance, and Jollity. I. 103. What hath night to do with sleep ? 1. 1%%. 'Tis only day-light that makes sin. 1. 126. Ere the blabbing eastern scout. The nice Morn on the Indian steep Prom her cabined loop-hole peep. 1. 138. I, under fair pretence of friendly ends, And well-placed words of glozing courtesy Baited with reasons not unplausible. Wind me into the easy-hearted man. And hug him into snares. 1. 160. When the grey-hooded Even Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Kose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. I. 188. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory. I. SOS. welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings ! I, SIS. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I 221 Who as Ihey sung, would take the prisoned' soul. And lap it in Elysium. I. 256. 1 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. l] 298. It were a journey like the path to Heaven, To help you find them, i, 3Qg_ Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength. ?. SSO. What need a man forestall his date of grief And run to meet what he would most avoid 'J I. 362. Virtue could see to do what Virtue would By her own radiant light, thongh sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. /. 373. 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 mid- day sun : Himself is his own dungeon. I. 381. The ilnsunned heaps Of miser's treasure. I. 398. 'Tis Chastity, my brother. Chastity : She that has that, is clad in complete steel. I. 420. The frivolous bolt of Cupid. I. 445- So dear to heaven is saintly Chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand Kveried angels lackey her. 1.4S3, How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets. Where no crude surfeit reigns. 1. 476. What the sage poets taught by the heavenly Muse, Storied of old in high immortal verse, Of dire chimeras and enchanted isles And rifted rocks whose entrance leads to Hell; For such there be, but unbelief is blind. I. 515. And filled the air with barbarous disson- ance. ;. 550. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. /. 560. Vii-tue may be assailed, but never hurt. Surprised by unjust force, but not enthralled. ;. 5S9. But evil on itself shall back recoil. I. 593. If this fail. The pillared firmament is rottenness. And earth's base built on stubble. I. 597, Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells. And yet came off. J, 646. But such as are good men can give good things. I fos. Praising the lean and sallow abstinence. I. 709. If all the world Should, in a pet of temperance, feed ou pulse. Drink the clear stream, and nothing wear but frieze, Th' All-giver would be unthanked, would be unpraised, ;_ '^^g MILTON. 223 And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. ComuB. I. 7^. It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence. I. T/jS. What need a vermeil-tinctured Up for that. Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the Mom ? I. 752. Obtruding false rules pranked in reason's garb. 1. 759. Swinish Gluttony Ne'er looks to heaven amidst his gorgeous feast But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. I. 778. Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. 1. 790. 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-droppmghair. I. 859. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. I. 1012. Love Virtue ; she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime ; Or, if Virtue feeble were. Heaven itself would stoop to her. 1. 1019. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude,. Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Lycidas. I. 1. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier TTnwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. 1. 10. Hence, with denial vain, and coy excuse. So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined um, And as he passes turn. And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. 1.18. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill. 1.2S. Under the opening eyelids of the mom.* I. 26. But, the heavy, change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return ! I. 37. * "Like pearl Dropt from the opening eyelids of the morn." -MiDDLETON. "The Game at Chess " (1624). The gadding vine. I. 4O. As killing as the canker to the rose. I. 45. Flowers that their gay wardrobe wear. /. 47. Whom universal Nature did lament. /. 60. Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted shepherd's trade. And strictly meditate the thankless muse ? Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That leist infirmity of noble mind)t "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 the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life. I. 64. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. 1.7S. As he pronounces lastly on each deed. Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed I. 83, The felon winds. ;. 91. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigged with curses dark. That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. 1. 100. The pilot of the Galilean lake. % 1. 109. Such as for their bellies' sake Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold. Of other care they little reckoning make. Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast. 1. 114. Blind mouths ! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs ! 1. 119. t " Etiam sapieutibus cupido glorise novissima exnitnr."— Tacitds. " Hist., "4,6. — (Even from the wise the lust of glory is the last passion to be dis- carded.) "Des humeui's desraisonnables des hoinmes, il seinble que les philosophes mesmes se desfacent plus tard et plus envy de cette cy que de nulle antre : c'est la plus revesche et opiniastre ; quia etiam iene projicisntes animos tentare noii cessaC [Adoustine. 'DeCivit. Dei,'6, 14]. Of the unreasoning humours of mankind it seems that (fame) is the one of which the philosophers them- selves have disengaged themselves from last and with most reluctance : it is the most intractable and obstinate ; for [.as St. Augustine says] it per- sists' in tempting even minds nobly inclined. — Montaigne. Book 1, Chap. 41. i ,St. Peter. 224 MILTON. Their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoll'n with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Eot inwardly, and foul contagion spread. Lycldas. I. MS. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. I. ISO. Throw hither all your quaint, enamelled eyes. That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. I. 139. The rathe piimrose that forsaken dies. I. 142. The pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet. /. 145. The well-attired woodbine. I. I46. Cowslips wan, that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad emhroideiy wears. 1. 14/. Sunk tliough he he beneath the watery floor ; 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 ; So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high. Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves. /. 167. Thus sang the uncouth swain. I. 186. To-mori-ow to fresh woods, and pastures new. /. 193. Thy liquid notes, that close the eye of day. Sonnets. To the Nightingale. As ever in my great Task-master's eye. On being arrived to the age of S3. And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hiU of heavenly truth. To a Virttiotis Lady. JTo anger find in thee, but pity and ruth. li. Killed with report that old man eloquent. To the Lady M. Ley. A hook was writ of late called Tetrachordon, And woven close, both matter, form and style; Tlie subject new; it walked the town awhile, Numb'ring good iuteUects; now seldom pored on. On the Detraction, etc. That would have made Quintilian stare and- lb. Hated not learning worse than toad or asp. lb. Licence they mean when they cry Liberty ; For who loves that, must first be wise and good. On the Same. Thou honour'st verse, and verse must lend her wing To honour thee. To Mr. H. Laiccs. The milder shades of Purgatory. lb. When faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthly load Of death, called Ufe ; which us from death doth sever. Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, Stayed not behind, nor in the grave were trod ; But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod. Followed thee up to joy and bHss for ever. On the Memory of Mrs. Thomson, For what can war but endless war still breed ? To Lord Fairfax. In vain doth valour bleed, While avarice and rapine share the land. /*. Guided by faith and matchless fortitude. To CromweU. Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war. lb. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw. Lb. The triple Tyrant. On the late Massacre. That one talent which is death to hide. On his Blindness. God doth not need Either man's work, or his own gift? ; who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best ; his state U kingly ; thousands at his bidding speed. And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait. lb. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice. Of Attic taste ? To Mr. lawrettce. In mirth, that after no repenting draws. To Cynac Skinner. MILTON. 225 To measure life learn thou betimes, and know, Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heaven a, time ordains. And disapproTes that care, though wise in show. That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. Sonnets. To Cyriac Slcinner. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Eight onward. To the Same. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. lb. Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined. On his Deceased Wife. But O, as to embrace me she inclined I walked, she fled, and day brought back my night. lb. Men whose life, learning, faith and pure intent Would have been held in high esteem with . Paul. Miscellaneous. On the new Forcers of Conscience. New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large. This is true Uherty, when f reebom men. Having to advise the public, may speak free. Translation. Muripides. O fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted. Death of an Infant. 1. 1. Think what a present thou to God hast sent, And render him with patience what he lent. I. 7 J,. And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright. Hymn on the Homing of Christ's Nativity. I. n. The meek-eyed Peace. I. Ifi. Nor war, nor battle's sound Was heard the world around ; The idle spear and shield were high up hung. 1. 53. The winds with wpnder whist Smoothly the waters kist. I. 64. Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold. I. 1S5. Speckled Vanity. 1. 1S6. The oracles are dumb. I. 173. But wisest Fate says No, This must not yet be so. 1149. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. 1. 17i. 15a No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. 1. 179. Time is our tedious song should here have ending. I. 230. But headlong joy is ever on the wing. The Passion. I. S. For now to sorrow must I tune my song. And set my harp to notes of saddest woe. 1.8. Sphere-bom harmonious sisters. Voice and Verse. At a Solemn Music. Hail bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire. On May Morning. Gentle Lady, may thy grave Peace and quiet ever have. Epitaph. Lady Winchester. I. 47. What needs my Shakspere for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? On Shakspere {16S0). Under a star-y-pointing pyramid. lb. Dear son of Memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak vritness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a live-long monument, lb. And so seprllchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. lb. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.* Doctrine of Divorce. 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 fiovernment. Introduction, Book 2. Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flow- ing fees. Tractate of Education. The harp of Orpheus was not more charming. lb. Brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages. lb. 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. lb, • See Bacon : "The sun, which passeth through pollutions," etc., pp. 7 and 14, 226 MINCHIN— MONTGOMERY. As good almost kill a Man as Mil a good Book: who kills a Man kills a reasonable Creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the imaee of God, as it were, in the die. ^ Areopagitica. A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, imbalmed and trea,sured up on purpose to a Life beyond Life. lo. Good and evil we know in the field of this world grow up together almost inseparably. lb. 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. lb. Let her and Falsehood grapple ! Who ever knew truth put tfl the worse in a free and open encounter ? lb. Opinion in good men is but knowledge in the making. lb. Men of most renowned virtue have some- times, by transgressing, most truly kept the law. Tetrachordon, For such a kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiare. Eikonoclastes. The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth. Quoted by Johnson in " Life of Milton."* The fighting and flocking of kites and crows. Quoted by Carlyle, " Miscellanies," as " the only sentence remembered of Milton." He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem. Apology tor Smectymnuus. His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command, lb. 3. G. COTTON MINCHIN (b. 1851). In political discussion heat is in inverse proportion to knowledge. The Growth of Freedom in the Balkan Peninsula. DAVID MACBETH MOIR ("Delta") (1798-1851). We miss thy small step on the stair ; We miss thee at thine evening prayer ; All day we miss thee, everywhere. Casa Wappyl * See Goldsmith (p. 149): "The nakedness of the indigent world may be clothed from the trimmings of the vain." BASIL MONTAGU (1770-1851). The quicksands of politics. Bacon's Works. LADY MARY WORTLEY MON- TAGU, nee Lady Mary Pierre- point (1690-1762). Satire should, like a polished razor keen. Wound vpith a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.t To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. (Fope.) Let this great maxim be my virtue's gnide : In part she is to blame that has been tried ; He comes too near that comes to be denied. J The Lady's Resolve. And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last. The Lover. But the fruit that can fall vrithout shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me. The Answer. Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet ; In short, my deary ! kiss me, and be quiet. Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice. Copiousness of words, however ranged, is always false eloquence, though it will ever impose on some sort of understandings. Letter to Lady Bute. July W, 1754. Mankind is everywhere the same. July m, 1754. People are never so near playing the fool as when they think themselves wise. March 1, 1755. General notions are generally wi'ong. Letter to Hr. Wortley Montagu. March $8, 1710. Life is too short for any distant aim ; And cold the dull reward of future fame. Epistle to the Earl of Burlington. Politeness costs nothing and gains every- thing. Letters. JAMES MONTGOMERY (1771-1854). Once in the flight of ages past, There lived a man : — and who was he ? Mortal ! howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee — Unknown the region of his birth. The land in whim he died unknown. The Common Lot. He was— whatever thou hast been ; He is — ^what thou shalt be. lb. There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A deai-er, sweeter spot than all the rest. Home. t See Young : " As in smooth oil tlie razor best is whet," etc. Sat. 2. ^ {Taken from Ovei-bnry. See " In part to blame IS she," etc, See p. 238. MONTGOMERY— MOORE. 227 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. lb. Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. At Home in Heaven. Who that hath ever t)een Could bear to be no more ? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before ? The FalUng Leaf. 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor aU of death to die. Issues of Life and Death. Beyond this vale of tears There is a hfe above, Unmeasured by the flight of years. And all that life is love. lb. Higher, higher will we climb Up the mount of glory. That our names may live through time In our country's story. Aspirations of Touth. Deeper, deeper let us toil In the mines of knowledge. lb. When the good -ma-n yields his breath, (For the good man never dies). The Wanderer of Switzerland. JPariS. The friend of bim who has no friend—^ Eeligion. The Pillow. Time is eternity begun. A Mother's Love. Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed. The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Hymns. Frayer, Night is the time to weep. Night. The sad relief That misery loves — the fellowship of grief. The West Indies. Fart 3. To joys too exquisite to last. And yet more exquisite when past. The Little Cloud. Bliss in possession will not last, Eemembered joys sure never past. lb. Conscience, that bosom-hell of guilty man. The Pelican Island. Gashed with honourable scars, Low in glory's lap they lie ; Though they fell, they fell like stars. Streaming splendour througii the sky. Battle of Alexandria. If God hath made this world so fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful, beyond compare, Will paradise be found ! The Earth fbll of God's Goodness. A day in such serene enjoyment spent Is worth an age of splendid discontent. Greenland. Z. Labour is but refreshment from repose. lb. Where justice reigns, 'tis freedom to obey. lb., 4. [Rev.] ROBERT MONTGOMERY (1807-1855). The solitary monk that shook the world. Luther, Man's need and God's supply. I. 67. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE (JAMES GRAHAM) (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.* My Dear and only Love. I'U make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword. Jb. EDWARD MOORE (1720-1757). I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. The Gamester.t -Act 2, 2. The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals. Fables. No. 10. The Spider and the See. The trav'ller, if he chance to stray, , May turn uncensured to his way ; Polluted streams again are pure, And deepest wounds admit a cure ; But woman no redemption knows ; The wounds of honour never close. No. 15. Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies. And love unrewarded soon sickens and dies. Song. n. Poverty ! thou source of human art. Thou great inspirer of the poet's song ! Hymn to Poverty. GEORGE MOORE (b. 1866?). Acting is therefore the lowest of the arts, if it is an art at all. Mummer-worship. Cruelty was the vice of the ancient, vanity is that of the modem, world. It, * In Napier's "Memorials of Montrose" the lines are given : " That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all." t "The Gamester," produced 1753. See Samuel Johnson's expression 1781, on the sale of Thrale's brewery (p. 177). 228 MOOKE. We distribute tracts, the French distribute medals, Helssonier and the Salon Julian. All reformers are bachelors, Th« Bending of the Bough, Act 1. The State and the family are for ever at war. Ill- It is not a question of race ; it is the land itself that ma^es the Celt, Acl S. After all there is but one race — humanity, lb. The difficulty in life is the choice. Act J/. Tho wrong way always seems the more reasonable. Ih. The man who loses his opportunity, loses himself. Act 5. THOMAS MOORE (1779-1862). Still as death approaches nearer. The joys of life are sweeter, dearer. Odes of Anacreon. Where I love I must not marry. Where I marry, cannot love. Love and Marriage. Weep on ; and as thy sorrows flow I'll taste the luxtiry of looe ! Anacreontic. For hope shall brighten days to come, And memory gild the past ! Song, To love you is pleasant enough, And, Oh ! 'tis delicious to hate you. To How shall we rank thee upon Glory's page ? Thou more than soldier and just less than sage ! To Thos. Hume, Esq. Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee. Oh ! still remember me, Irish Melodies. Go where Glory. 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, TJie Harp that once. And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulae no more, Jb, Fly not yet ; 'tis just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light Begins to bloom for sons of night, And maids who love the moon, ni, t i V I ^ Fly not yet. Oh ! stay— oh ! stay- Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-m'ght, that, oh ! 'tis pain To break its link? sg soon, /*. Oh ! think not my spirits are always as hght, And as free from a pang as they seem to you now. Oh ! think not. No : life is a waste of wearisome honrs,- Whioh seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the flrst to be touched by the. thorns. ,f*. The thread of our life would be dark. Heaven knows ! If it were not with friendship and love intertwined. Jb. Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore. Hick and rare. And blest for ever is she who relied Upon Erin's honour and Ei-in's pride, lb. How deal to me the hour when daylight dies. And sunbeams melt along the silent sea. For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays Along the smooth wave toward the burning west, I long to tread that golden path of rays, And think 'twould lead to some bright isle of rest. Sow dear to me. Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Come send round the wine. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets. But as truly loves on to the close ! As the simflower turns on her god, when ho sets. The same look which she turned when he . rose. Believe Me, if all. Oh ! blame not the bard. Oh ! blame not. The moon looks On many brooks ; The brook can see no moon but this.* While gazing on. And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon. _, , III Omens, Oh ! remember life can be No charm for him who Uves not free ! Like the day-star in the w^e, Sinks a hero in his grave, 'Midst the dew-fall of a nation's tears Before the battle. • Suggested by tlie passage in Sir William Jones: "Tlie'moon looks upon many niglit flowers ; tho night l^Rwsrs see but one moon." ' MOORE. 229 No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Irish Helodles. Love's young dream. And the tribute most high to a head that is royal. Is love from a heart that loves hberty too. The Frinee's day. Freedom ! once thy flame hath fled, It never lights again. Weep on, weep on. They'll wondering ask how hands so vile Could conquer hearts so brave. lb. Lesbia hath a beaming eye. But no one knows for whom it beameth. Lesbia hath. Eyes of most unholy blue. By that lake. Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections, Eevenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all ! Avenging and bright. This life is all chequered with pleasures and woes. This life is all. To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee. I saw thy form. 'Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone. 'Tis the last rose. Then awake ! the heavens look bright, my dear; 'Tis never too late for delight, my dear ; And the best of all ways. To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.* The young May Moon. Tou may break, you may shatter the vase if yon will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. Farewell! but whenever. Seasons may roll. But the true soul. Bums the same where'er it goes. Come o'er the sea. No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us, All earth forgot, and all heaven around us. /*. Hate cannot wish thee worse Than guilt and shame have made thee. When first I met thee. • " But we that liave but span-long life, The thicjter must lay on tlie pleasure ; And since time will not stay, We'll add niglit to the day, Thus, thus we'll flU the measure." —Duet printed 1795, but probably of earlier date. The light that lies In woman's eyes. Has been my heart's undoing. The time Tve lost. My only books Were woman's looks. And folly's all they've taught me.+ lb. Come rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer. Though the herd have fled from thee, thy love is still here. Come rest in this bosom. I know not, I ask not, if guilt's in that heart. But I know that I love thee, -sghatever thou art. lb. Fill the bumper fair ! Every drop we sprinkle O'er the brow of Care. Smooths away a wrinkle. Fill the hrniper. Wert thou all that I wish thee, — great, glorious, and free— First flower of the earth, and first gem of the sea. Remember thee ! Far dearer the grave or the prison, Illumed by one patriot name, Than the trophies of all who have risen On liberty's ruins to fame ! Forget not the field. They may rail at this hfe — from the hour I began it, I've found it a lite full of kindness and buss; And until they can show me some happier planet. More social and bright, I'll content me with this. They may rail. And doth not a meeting like this make amends For all the long years I've been wandering away ? And doth not a meeting. To place and power all public spirit tends, In place and power all public spirit ends. Corruption. But bees, on flowers alighting, cease their hum. So, settling upon places, Whigs grow dumb. lb. Eebela in Cork are patriots at Madrid ! Oh ! trust me, Self can cloud the brightest cause, Or gild the worst. The Sceptic. And one wild Shakspeare, following Nature's lights, Is worth whole planets filled with Stagyrites. 74. t " The virtue of her lively looks Excels the precious stone ; I wish to have none other books To read or loolc upon." — " Songs and Sonnets '' (1557). 230 MOORE. A Persian's heaven is easily made, 'Tis but— black eyes and lemonade. The Twopenny Post Bag. Letter 6. Still the fattest and best-fitted V -e a,bout tovm. Letter 7. Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward ann doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood.* Trifles. WhaCs my thought like ? This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given. Sacred Songs. This world is all. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed — ^his people are free. Hound the loud timbrel. Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal. Cotne, ye disconsolate. Young fire-eyed disputants, who deem their swords. On points of faith, more eloquent than words. Lalla Rookh. The Veiled Prophet. From Persia's eyes of full and fawn-like ray. To the small, half-shut glances of Kathay. lb. One clear idea, wakened in his breast By memory's magic, lets in all the rest. ' lb. ■ That Prophet ill sustains his holy call, Who finds not heavens to suit the tastes of all. lb. This speck of life in time's great wilderness, This nan-ow isthmus 'twixt two boimdless seas, The past, the future, two eternities ! lb. There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer'a stream, And the nightingale siugs round it all the . day long. /J, Impatient of a scene whose luxuries stole, Spite of himself, too deep into his soul. lb. And, with one crash of fate, Laid the whole hopes of his life desolate. lb. Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought gi-evT pain. /i. Like the stained web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon. lb. In all the graceful gratitude of power For his throne's safety in that perilous hour. lb. * Answer to the question ; like Viscount Castlereagh f " " Wliy Is n pump But Faith, fanatic Faith ™<=«? wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last^ One Morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate. , , „ . Paradise and the Pert, Some flowerets of Eden ye still inherit. But the trail of the Serpent is over them all ! lb. Joy, ioy for ever ! — ^my task is done — The Gates are past, and Heaven is won ! lb. One of that saintly murderous brood To carnage and the Koran given. The Pire Worshippers, Oh ! ever thus from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me \tith its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well. And love me, it was sure to die ! lb. It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury. lb. {Prologue No. 2.) Rebellion ! foul, dishonouring word, . Whose wron^ul blight so oft has stained The holiest cause that tongue or sword Of mortal ever lost or gained. How many a spirit, born to bless, Hath sunk beneath that withering name, Whom but a day's, an hour's success. Had wafted to eternal fame ! lb. Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye. But turn to ashes on the lips ! /*. Beholding heaven, and feeling hell. Ih, Yes — for a spirit, pure as hers, la always pure, even while it errs ; - As sunshine, broken in the rill, Though turned astiay, is sunshine still. lb. Deep, deep — where never care or jmn, Shall reach her innocent heart again ! lb. Alas — how light a cause may move Dissension between heaits that love ! Hearts that the world in vain had tried. And sorrow had more closely tied ; That stood the storm, when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour falls off, Like ships, that have gone down at sea, When heaven was all tranquillity ! lb. And oh ! if there be an elysiimi on earth, It is this, it is this. jj. None knew whether The voice or lute was most divine. So wondrously they went together. Ih, Love on through all ills, and love on till thev . * France. " On connoit en France 685 maniferes dlfferentes d'accommoder les ceufs." — Dt: t.a Keyniere. One such authentic fact as this. Is worth whole volumes theoretic. Country Dance and Quadrille. Who point, like finger-posts, the way They never go. Song, /or the JPoco- Curante Society, For oh, it was nuts to the Father of Lies, (As this wily fiend is named in the Bible), To find it was settled by laws so wise That the greater the truth, the worse the libel. A Case of Libel. For his was the error of head, not of heart. Tlie Slave. Of all speculations the market holds forth. The best that I know for a lover of pelf, Is to buy up, at the price he is worth. And then sell him at that which he sets on himself. A Speculation. If I speak to thee in Friendship's name. Thou think'st I speak too coldly ; If I mention Love's devoted flame,^ Thou say'st I speak too boldly. How shall I woo 7 For him there's a story in every breeze. And a picture in every wave. M.P. : or the Blue Stacking, (Soat Glee.) To sigh, yet feel no pain ; To weep, yet scarce know why ; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain. Then throw it idly by. 71. ■ Where bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves. To Lord Viscount Forbes. I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled Above the gi'een 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. Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home. Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet. When far o'er sea or land we roam? The Dream of Home. Good at a fight, but better at a play. Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay. On a Cast of Sheridan's Hand. Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still. Sovereign Woman. Howe'er man rules in science and in art. The sphere of woman's glories is the heart. Epilogue to the Tragedy " Ina." 232 MORE-MORLEY. We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing ; And spring would he but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring. Juvenile Poems. To . 'Twere more than woman to be wise ; 'Twere more than man to wish thee so. The Rirg. Heaven grant him now some noble nook. For, rest his soul, he'd rather be Genteelly damned beside a Duke, Than saved in vulgar company. Epitaph on a TuftrHunter. HANNAH MORE (1744-1833). Accept my thoughts for thanks; I have no words. Moses. In men this blunder still you find : All think their little set mankind. Florio.— The Bas Bleu. Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes. li. He liked those literary cooks Who skim the cream of others' books ; And ruin half an author's graces By plucking bon-mots from their places. Ih. To those who know thee not, no words can paint ; And those who know thee know all words are faint. Sensibility. Since triiles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs ; Since life's best joys consist in peace and ease; And though but few can serve yet all may please ; O ! let th' ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkiudness is a great offence. To spread large bounties though we wish in vain Yet all may shun the guilt of giving pain. I. ^93. The soul on earth is an immortal guest. Compelled to starve at an unreal feast. Reflections of King Hezekiah. I. 1^5. A pilgrim panting for the rest to come ; An exile, anxious for his native home ; A drop dissevered from the boundless sea ; A moment parted from eternity. /. 1^9. [Sir] THOMAS MORE, Lord Chan- cellor (1480-1636). So both the Eaven and the Ape thincke their owne yonge the fairest. Utopia. {Translated from Latin by Halph Robinson, 1551?) For they maveyle that any man be So folyshe as to have deUte and pleasure m the doubteful glisteringe of a lytil tryfellynge stone, which maye beholde annye of the starres or eUes the sonne it selfe. lb. What delite can there be, and not rather dyspleasure in hearynge the baikynge and howlynge of dogges? Or what greater pleasure is there to be felte when a dogge foUoweth a hare than when a dogge fol- loweth a dogge ? I"- The man of law, that never saw The ways to buy and sell, Wenyng to rise by merchandise, I pray God spede him well ! A Merry Jest. For men use, if they have an evil toume, to write it in marble ; and whoso doth us a good toume we will wiite it in duste. Richard III. He should, as he list, be able to prove the moon made of grene cheese. English Works, p. ^56. No more like together than is chalke to coles. P- ^4- A fonde olde manue is often as full of woordes as a woman. p. 1,169. Whosoever loveth me loveth my hound. Eirst Sermon on the Lord's Prayer. JOHN MORLEY (b. 1838). The great business of life is to be, to do, to do without, and to depart. Address on Aphorisms. Edinburgh, Nov. 1S87. Those who would treat politics and morality apart will never understand the one or the other. Rousseau, p. S80. Yon cannot demonsti'ate an emotion or prove an aspiration. p. 401!. The French tongue, which is the speech of the clear, the cheerful, or the august among men. p. 4S6. LiteratiU'e — the most seductive, the most deceiving, the most dangerous of professions. Burke, p. 9. It is always interesting, in the case of a great man, to know how he affected the women of his acquaintance. p. 116. We could only wish that the yeai's had brought to him what it ought — to be the fervent prayer of all of us to find at the long close of the struggle with ourselves and with circumstances — a disposition to happiness, a composed spirit to which time has made things clear, an unambitious temper, and hopes undimmed for mankind. p. k99. No man can climb out beyond the limita- tions of his own character. Miscellanies. Robespierre, p. 9S, MOREIS. 233 A great interpreter of life ought not him- self to need interpretation. Miscellanies. Emerson, p. S93. Letter-writing, that most delightful way of wasting time. Zife of Geo. Eliot, p. 96. The most frightful idea that has ever corroded human nature, the idea of eternal punishment, Vmtvenargues. p. 2^. Where it is a duty to worship the sun it is pretty sure to he a crime to examine the laws of heat. Voltaire, p. 11. It is not enough to do good ; one must do it in a good way. On Compromise, p. 58. ETolation is not a force hut a process, not a cause hut a law, p. SIO. You have not converted a man because you have silenced him, p. 246. Simplicity of character is no hindrance to subtlety of intellect. Life of Gladstone. Vol. 1, p. 194- Every man of us has all the centuries in liim, p. 201. CHARLES MORRIS (1739-1832). Solid men of Boston, banish long pota- tions; Solid men of Boston, make no long orations, Pitt and Dundee's return to London.*^ A house is much more to my taste than a tree, And for groves, ! a good grove of chimneys for me. The Contrast. Oh, give me the sweet shady side, of Pall Mall ! lb. [General] GEORGE P. MORRIS (1800-1864), Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'U protect it now. Woodman, Spare that Tree.f (1830,) Bound the hearth-stone of home, in the land of oar birth, The holiest spot on the face of the earth ? Land Ho I * " Solid men of Boston, make no long orations ; Solid men of Boston, drink no long potations ; Solid men of Boston, go to bed at sundown ; Never lose your way like the loggerheads of London." -"Billy Pitt and the Farmer." Printed in "Asylum for Fugitive Pieces" (1786), without author's name. t " Spare, woodman, spare the heechen tree," — T. Campbell ; " The Beech Tree's Petition," 1802, A song for oui' banner? The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station ; " United we stand— divided we fall ! " It made and preserves us a nation ! The union of lalies — the union of lands — The union of States none can sever — The union of hearts — the union of hands — And the Flag of our TTnion for ever ! The Flag of our Union. [Sir] LEWIS MORRIS (b, 1833), Call no faith false which e'er hath brought Relief to any laden life. Cessation from the pain of thought Refreshment 'mid the dust of strife. Songs of Two Worlds. Tolerance. Rest springs from strife, and dissonant chords beget Divinest hannonies. Love's Suicide. 'Tis better far to love and be poor, than bo rich with an empty heart. Love in Death. For this of old is sure. That change of toil is toil's sufficient cure. lb. The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong, The Diamond Jubilee. Knowledge is a steep which few may climb. While Duty is a path which all may tread. Epic of Hades, Here. Life is Act, and not to Do is Death, Sisyphus. WILLIAM MORRIS (1824-1896), As in a dream a man stands, when draws nigh The thing he fears with such wild agony. Yet dares not flee from. Life and Death of Jason. Book 4, I. S5. Except the vague wish that they might not die, The hopeless hope to flee from certainty, Which sights and sounds we love will bring on us In this sweet fleeting world and piteous. Book 5, I. S85. Nor did they think that they might long draw breath In such an earthly Paradise as this ; But looked to find sharp ending' to their bliss. Book 6, I. SOS. And all around was darkness like a waU, Book 7, I. ISr. Nought but images. Lifelike but lifeless, wonderful but dead. Book 8, I ^58. ! luckiest man of men, I ^8. 234 MORRIS. So spake those wary foes, fair friends in look, And so in words great gifts they gave and took, And had small profit, and small loss thereby. Life and Death of Jason. Book 8, I. 579. Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea, Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such. Book 9, I. «. A far hahWed name. The ceaseless seeker after praise and fame. 1. 1S9. So sung he joyously, nor knew that they Must wander yet for many an evil day Or ever the dread gods should let them come Back to the white walls of their long-left home. I. S30. For of thy slaying nowise are we fain If we may pass unf oughteu. I. 368. Sorrow that tides, and joy that fleets away,' " 1. 4S6. Be merry, think upon the lives of men. And with what troubles three score years and ten Are crowded oft, yea, even unto him Who sits at home, nor fears for life and limb. Book 10, 1. 101. Unwritten, half -forgotten tales of old. Book 11, I. 464. For still it savoured of the bitter sea. Book n, I. 109. And languid music breathed melodiously. Steeping their souls in such unmixed delight, That all their hearts grew soft, and dim of They grew. Book IS, I. Jfi. The young men well nigh wept, and e'en the wise Thought they had reached the gate of Paradise. I, 5X •The majesty That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes. ;. I'JS. ATeep not, nor pity thine own life too much. I. 316. Then, when the world is born again And the sweet year before thee lies, Shall thy heart think of coming pain, Or vex itself witli memories? Book 14, I ns. No vain desire of unknown things Shall vex you there, no hope or fear Of that which never diaweth near ; But in that lovely land and still Ye may remember what ye will. And what ye will forget for aye. I. 368. Meshed within this smoky net Of unrejoicing labour. Book 17, 1. 10. Each man shall bear his own sin without doubt. I- 1^^- Now such an one for daughter Creon had As maketh wise men foo£, and young men mad. I- 1^- Nor on one string are all life's jewels strung. I. 1170. The mischief of grudging and the marring of grasping. Story of Child Christopher. The idle singer of an empty day. The Earthly Paradise. Introduction. Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight ? lb. Lulled by the singer of an empty day. lb. For grief once told brings somewhat back of peace. Prologue. The Wanderers. 1. 7S. And like to one he seemed whose better day Is over to himself, though foolish fame Shouts louder year by year his empty name. 1.466. But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain. 1. 1581. Slayer of the winter, art thou here again ? March. 1. 1. And memories vague of half-forgotten things, Not true nor false, but sweet to think upon. 1.6S. The strongest tower has not the highest wall. Think well of this, when you sit safe at home. The Story of Cupid mid Psyche. I. 896. Great things are granted imto those That love not — far off things brought close. Things of great seeming brought to nought, And miracles for them are wrought. Story ofAcontim and Cydippe. I. 997. So it is now, as so it was, And so it shall be evermore, Till the world's fashion is passed o'er. /. lOlt The soft south-wind, the flowers amid the grass. The fragrant earth, the sweet sounds every- where. Seemed gifts too great almost for man to bear. Utory ofPhodope. St. ^3. Say-all-you-know shall "go with clouted head, Say-nought-at-all is beaten. The lovers of GtiUriin— Tidings brought to Bathstead. I. ISl. MORTON— MURRAY. 235 111 comes from ill, And as a thing begins, so ends it still. The Earthly Paradise. I%e Lovers of Gudrun. The Stealing of the Coif. I. lip. Drag on, long night of winter, in whose heart. Nurse of regret, the dead spring yet has part ! Fostering ofAalang. Concltmon. Some folks seem glad even to draw their breath. Bell&rophon at Argos. I. J(!^. Not good it is to harp on the frayed string. I. Jp9. For ever must the rich man hate the poor. I. 515. The Gods are kind, and hope to men they give That they their little span on earth may live. Nor yet faint utterly. 1. 1617. Since no grief ever bom can ever die. Through changeless change of seasons passing by. February. St. S. To such as fear is trouble ever dead ? Bellerophon in Lycia. I. S230. Long is it to the ending of the day, And many a thing may hap ere eventide. I. ^857. Trust slayeth many a man, the wise man saith. I ^90^. Death in life, O sure piirsuer. Change, Be kind, be kind, and touch me not. There are such as fain would be the worst Amongst all men, since best they cannot be. So strong is that wild lie that men call pride. The Hill of Venus. Sts. 184 and 185. Since each trade's ending needs must be the And we men call it Death. Fpilogue. I. 7. Ah me ! aU praise and blame, they heed it not; Cold are the yearning hearts that once were hot. I. 83. Death have we hated, knowing not what it meant; Life have we loved, through green leaf and through sere. Though still the less we knew of its intent. X' Envoi. St. IS. Fellowship is heaven, and lack of fellow- ship is hell ; fellowship is life, and lack of fellowship is death ; and the deeds that ye do upon me earth, it is for fellowship's sake that ye do them. A Dream of John Ball. THOMAS MORTON a764-1820). Always ding-dinging Dame Grundy into iny ears-^What wiS Mrs. Grundy say ? or. What will Mrs. Grundy think ? Speed the Plough. Act 1, 1. Push on^keep moving ! A Cure (or the Heartache. Act S, 1. Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. Act 5, 2. [Rev.] THOMAS MOSS (1740-1808). Pity the sorrows of a poor old man. Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door. The Beggar's Petition. Oh, give relief, and Heaven will bless your store. lb. A pampered menial* drove me from the door. lb. WILLIAM MOTHERWELL (1797- 1836). I've wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way ; But never, never can forget The love of life's young day. Jeanle Morrison. MISS MULOCK {See Mrs. CRAIK). ANTHONY MONDAY (c. 1550-1600). Sloth is a foe unto all virtuous deeds. Sloth. ARTHUR MURPHY (1727-1805). The people of England are never so happy as when you tell them they are ruined. The Upholsterer; Act Z, 1. Cheerfulness, sir, is the principal ingre- dient in the composition of health. The Apprentice. Act 2, 4- Let those love now, who never loved before ; And those who always loved, now love the more. Know your own Mind. Act S, 1. JOSEPH JOHN MURPHY (I9th Century). Eternity is not, as men believe. Before and after us an endless line. Classical and Biblical Studies. Mernity. Why hast Thou made me so, My Maker ? I would know Wherefore Thou gav'st me such a mournful dower ; — Toil that is oft in vain, Knowledge that deepens pain, And longing to be pure, without the power. ROBERT F. MURRAY (I9th Century). Every critic in the town Euus the minor poet down. Every critic — don't you know it P — Is himself a minor poet. Poems (1893). ♦ The words, "A pampered menial," were sub. stituted by Goldsmith for " A livery servant" 236 NAIRN— NORMANBY. BARONESS NAIRN (Caroline Oli- phant) (1766-1846). I'm wearin awa' To the land o' the leal. The Land o' the Leal. A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. The Laird of Cockpen. Wives and mithers, maist despairin', Oa' them lives o' men. Caller Herrin'. 0, we're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin' ; O, we're a' noddin' at our house at hame. We're a' Noddin". JOHN M. NEALE, D.D. (1818-1866). Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed ? Translated from the Greek, They whose course on earth is o'er Think they on their brethren more ? All Souls. Vespers. St. 1. HENRY J. NEWBOLT (b. 1862). To set the Cause above renovm, To love the game beyond the prize, To honour, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes ; To count the life of battle good, And dear the land that gave you birth ; And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth. The Island Eace. Clifton Chapel. The work of the world must still be done, And minds are many though truth be one. The Echo. Lives obscurely great. Minora sidera. Princes of courtesy, merciful, proud and strong. Craven, But the Gordons know what the Gordons dare. When they hear the pipers playing. The Gay Gordons. For bragging-time was over, and fighting- time was come. Sawke. Admirals all, for England's sake. Honour be yours and fame ! Admirals All. For me, there's nought I would not leave For the good Devon land. Laudabunt alii. Bom to fail, A name without an echo. The Non-Comhatant. A bumping pitch, and a blinding light. An hour to play, and the last man in. Vitce Lampada, The voice of the schoolboy rallies the ranks : " Play up, play up ! and play the game ! " lb. And bitter memory cursed with idle rage The greed that coveted gold above renown. The feeble hearts that feared their heritage, The hands that cast the sea-king's sceptre down. And left to alien brows their famed ancestral crown. ^« vietis. England, on thy knees to-nij^ht, Pray that God defend the Eight. The rigil. [Cardinal] J. H. NEWMAN (1801- 1890). Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead thou me on ! The Pillar of Cloud. — Written at Sea, June 16, 18SS. And with the mom those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile. Il>. Who never art so near to crime and shame, As when thou hast achieved some deed of name. The Dream of Gerontins. Time hath a taming hand. Persecution. [Sir] ISAAC NEWTON (1642-1727). I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore and diverting myseH 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. Statement by Sir Isaac Newton.* Bretoster's Memoirs. Vol. 2, chap. T/. K I have done the public any service, it is due to patient thought. Remark to Dr. Bentley. JOHN NEWTON (1725-1807). How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds And drives away his feai'. The Name of Jesus, THOS. NOEL (1799-1861). Eattle his bones over the stones. He's only a pauper whom nobody owns. * The Pauper's Drive. MARQUIS OF NORMANBY {see PHIPPS). ' Sk Milton ! "As children gathering pebbles on the shore," p. 220. NORRIS-OLDHAM. 237 [Rev.] JOHN NORRIS (1657-1711). How fading are the joys we dote upon ! Like appazitions seen and gone : But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong ; Like angels' visits, short and hright ; MortaJity's too weak to hear them long.* The Farting. St. 4. Angels, as 'tis but seldom they appear, So neitlier do they make long stay, They do hut visit, and away. To the Memory bt my dear Niece. St. 10. Our discontent is from comparison : Were tetter states unseen, each man would like his own. The Consolation. St, B. Beading without thinking may indeed make a rich common-place, but 'twill never make a clear head. Of the Advantages of Thinking. [Hon. Mrs.] CAROLINE ELIZA- BETH S. NORTON, Lady Maxwell (1808-1877). I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old. The Lonely Harp. Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay. Sorrows of Rosalie. ROBERT CRAGGS NUGENT, Earl Nugent (1702-1788). Whoever would be pleased and please, Must do what others do with ease. Epistle to a Lady. Safer with multitudes to stray, Than tread alone a fairer way : To mingle with the erring throng. Than boldly speak ten millions wrong. lb. Remote from liberty and truth ; By fortune's crime, my early youth Drank error's poisoned springs. Ode to Wm. Pnlteney.f St. 1. Though Cato lived, though Tully spoke. Though Brutus dealt the godlike stroke, Yet perished fated Borne. St. 7. OCCLEVE {see HOCCLEVE). KANE O'HARA (1722-1782). Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue. Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes ? Eemember, when the judgment's weak the prejudice is strong. Midas. Act 1, 4- * CI. Campbell, p. 65. t Referring to the poet's renunciation of Roman Catholicism. JOHN O'KEEFE (1741-1833). He dying bequeathed to his sou a good name. Which unsullied descended to me. The Farmer. Opera, Act 1. JOHN OLDHAM (1663-1683). I wear my Pen as others do their Sword. To each affronting sot I meet, the word Is Satisfaction : straight to thrusts I go. And pointed satire runs him through and tlwough. Satire upon a Printer. I. S5. Whate'er my fate is, 'tis my fate to write. A Letter from the Country to a Friend in Town. Praise, the fine diet which we're apt to love, If given to excess, does hurtful prove. lb. Fixed as a habit or some darling sin. lb. Lord of myself, accountable to none. But to my conscience, and my God alone. A Satire addressed to a Friend. On Butler who can think without just rage, The glory, and the scandal of the age ? A Satire : Spenser dissuading the Author. 1. 175. The wretch, at summing up his misspent days, Found nothing left, but poverty and praise. 1.1S2.' And all your fortune lies beneath your hat. A Satire addressed to a Friend about to leave the University. As if thou hadst unlearned the power to hate. To the Memory of CheirlcB Morwent. St. 15. Thy sweet obligingness could supple hate. And out of it, its contrary create. St. 17, No murmur, no complaining, no delay. Only a sigh, a groan, and so away. St, 38, Backs, gibbets, halters were their argu- ments. Satires upon the Jesuits. JVo. 1. Garnet's Ghost, A wound, though cured, yet leaves behind a scar. No. 3. Loyola's Will, Curse on that man whom business first designed. And by 't enthralled a freebom lover's mind. Complaining of Absence. This the just right of poets ever was, And will be still, to coin what words they please. Horace's Art of Poetry : Imitated. 238 OLDYS-OVERBURY. lb. Music 'b the cordial of a troubled breast, The softest remedy that grief can find ; The gentle spell that charms our care to rest And calms the ruffled passions of the mind. Music does all our joys refine, And gives the relish to our wine. An Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. Good sense must be the certain standard still „ „ To all that will pretend to writmg well. lb. Lights by mere chance upon some happy thought. «J^°- For there's no second-rate in poetry. /*. WILLIAM OLDYS (1696-1761). Make the most of life you may- Life is short and wears away. Song: Btisy, curious, thirsty fy. Busy,' curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I. CAROLINE OLIPHANT (See BARONESS NAIRN). EARL OF CORK AND ORRERY (See BOYLE). FRANCES S. OSGOOD (1812-1850). Little drops of water, little grains of sand. Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land. Thus the Uttle miuutes, humble though they be, Make the mighty ages of eternity. Little Things. Little deeds of kindness, little words of love, Make our earth an Eden like the Heaven above. Ih, THOMAS OTWAY (1651-1685). Justice is lame as well as blind, amongst us. Yenice Pieserxed. Aot 1, 1. Wronged me ! in the nicest point — The honour of my house! lb. Honest men Are the soft easy cushions on which knaves Repose and fatten. lb. O woman, lovely woman, nature made thee To temper man ; we had been brutes with- out you. Angels are painted fair to look like you. lb. Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life. lb. thou wert either bom to save or damn me. lb. Murmuring streams, soft shades, and springing flowers, . .„ , ,. . Lutes, laurels, seas of milk and ships of amber. ■'*• I am now preparing for the land of peace. A brave revenge Ne'er comes too late. Big with the fate of Eome.* JO). Act 3, 1. M. Jb. Suspicion's but at best a coward's virtue. Long she flourished. Grew sweet to sense, and lovely to the eye : Till at the last a cruel spoiler came, Cropt this fair rose, and rifled all its sweet- ness, Then cast it like a loathsome weed away. The Orphan. 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 ! lb. Trust not a man : we are by nature false, Dissembling, subtle, cruel, and inconstant ; When a man talks of love, with caution hear him ; But if he swears, he'll certainly deceive thee. lb. Mercy's indeed the attribute of heaven. Windsor Castle. For who's a prince or beggar in the grave ? lb. Children blessings seem, but torments are ; When young, our folly, and when old, our fear. Don Carlos. [Sir] THOMAS OVERBURY (1581- 1613). Each woman is a brief of womankind. A Wife. Or rather let me love than be in love, lb. Things were first made, then words. Zb. In part to blame is she Which hath without consent been only tried ; He comes too near that comes to be denied^t St. 36. In the way of love and glory Each tongue best tells his own story. Of tke Choice of a Wife. • See Addison : "Big with the fate of Cato and of Eomo " (p. 1). + Quoted by Lady M. W. Montagu in " Ths Resolve." See p. 226. PAINE— PAYNE. 239 Let others write for glory or reward ; Truth is well paid when she is sung and heard. Elegy on Lord Kffingham. Adfm, His discourse sounds big, hut means nothing. Characters. An Affectate Traveller. He disdaineth all things ahove his reach, and prejerreth all countries before his own. She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune* . . . and fears no manner of ill because she means none. A Fair and Happy Milhnaid, ROBERT TREAT PAINE (IV'tz- 1811). And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. Adams and Liberty. THOMAS PAINE (1737-1809). These are the times that try men's souls. The American Crisis. The sublime and the ridiculous are so 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. Age of Reason. Fart 2 {note). WILLIAM PALEY (1743-1805). Who can refute a sneer ? Moral Philosophy. Vol. 2, took 5, chap. 9. FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE (1826-1897). To his own self not always just. Bound in the bonds that all men share, — Confess the failings as we must, . The lion's mark is always there ! Nor any song so pure, so great. Since his, who closed the sightless eyes, Our Homer of the war in Heaven, To wake in his own Paradise. William Wordsworth. VISCOUNT PALMERSTON (Henry John Temple) (1784-1865). What is merit? The opinion one man entertains of another. Speeches, (fiuoted by Carlyle in " Shooting Niagara.") You may call it an accidental and for- tuitous concourse of atoms. iS5f. * The lines by Kiohard Gifford (p. 142), " Verse sweetens toil," etc., seem to have been suggested by this passage, . , '-■ EDWARD HAZEN PARKER, M.D. (1823-1896). Life's race well run. Life's work well done, Life's victoiy won,t Now cometh rest. Funeral Ode on President Garfield. MARTIN PARKER (d. 1756). Ye gentlemen of England, Who live at home at ease. Ah, little do you think upon The dangers of the seas ! Ye Gentlemen of England. Then we ride, as the tide, When the stormy winds do blow. lb. • THOMAS PARNELL (1679-1717). Remote from man, with God he passed his days. Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. And passed a life of piety and peace. lb. We call it only pretty Fanny's way. Elegy to an old Beauty. Still an angel appear to each lover beside. But still be a woman to you. When thy beauty appears. What are the fields, or flowers, or all I see ? Ah ! tasteless all, if not enjoyed with thee. Eclogues. Health. COVENTRY PATMORE (1823-1896). Grant me the power of saying things Too simple and too sweet for words. The Angel in the House. Book 1, canto 1. (Preludes, 1.) Beauty's elixir vitse, praise. Book 2. Prologue. The eye which magnifies her charms Is microscopic for defect. Book 2, canto 11. {The Wedding, 3.) Her pleasure in her power to charm. Canto la. (The Abdication, 4-) JOHN HOWARD PAYNE (1792- 1852). Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam. Be it never so humble, there's no place like home. Clari, or the Maid of Milan, (Melodrama). Song, " Home, Sweet Home ! " ft These lines are inscribed on Garfield's tomb. The last lines are often given : •■ " ." Life's cro-wn well won. Then comes rest." 240 PEACOCK— PERCY. THOS. LOVE PEACOCK (1785-1866). The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter ; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry ofE the latter. The Misfortunes of Elphin. Chap. 11. War Song of Dinas Vawr. His wine and beasts supplied our feasts, And his overthrow our chorus. lb. GEORGE PEELE (c. 1552-1598). There is a pretty sonnet then, we call it "Cupid's Curse," "They that do change old love for new, pray gods they change for worse." The Arraignment of Paris. Act 1, 3. My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's Curse, They that do change old love for new, Pray gods they change for worse. lb. His golden locks time hath to silver turned ; O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing ! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing. Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen. Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green. Polyhymnia (1590). "Sonnet," adjinem.* WILLIAM PENN (1644-1718). No pain, no palm ; no thorns, no throne ; no gall, no glory ; no cross, no crown. t No Cross, No Crown. SAMUEL PEPYS (1633-1703). Strange the difference of men's talk ! Diary. 1660. A lazy, poor sermon. lb. There was one also for me from Mr. Blackburne ; who with his own hand super- scribes it to S. P., Esq., of which God knows I was not a little proud. lb. Gallantly great. If). A silk suit which cost me much money and I pray God to make me able to pav for it- //;. • Anotliev version is published in Segar's " Honor, Military and Civill " (1602)— " My golden loclis Time hath to silver turned ; (0 Time too swift, and swiftness never ceasing ') My youth 'gainst age, and age 'gainst youth hatii spumd, But spurnd in vaine ; youth waineth by en. creasing. Beauty, strength, and youth flowers fading beene ■ Duety, faith, and love, are rootes and ever greene." * t See Quarles : " He that liad no cross deserves no crown"; also Proverb, "No house without a mouse ; no throne without a thorn." If a man should be out and forget his last sentence . . . then his last refuge is to begin with an TJtcunque.J lb. 1661. Indeed it is good though wronged by my over great expectations, as all things else are. But good God! what an age is this and what a world is this ! that a man cannot live without playing the knave and dissimu- lation, lb. But methought it lessened ray esteem of a king, that he should not be able to com- mand iShe rain. July 19, 1662. I see it is impossible for the King to have things done as cheap as other men. July U, 166^. God preserve us ! for all these things bode very ill. Aug. SI, 166B. But Lord! to see the absurd nature of Englishmen, that cannot forbear laughing and jeering at everything that looks strange. Mov. 28, 166S. Pretty, witty Nell. [Nell Gwynne.] April 3, 1663. But Lord ! what a sad time it is to see no boats upon the River ; and grass grows all lip and down Whitehall Court. Sept. W, 1665. Whether the fellow do this out of kindness or knavery, I cannot tell ; but it is pretty to observe. Oct. 7, 1663. Strange to say what delight we married people nave to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition. I)ec. 25, 1665. A good dinner, and company that pleased me mightily, being all eminent men in their way. July 19, 166S. JAMES GATES PERCIVAL (1795- 1856). The world is full of poetry — the air Is Uving with its spirit ; and the waves Dance to the music of its melodies. Prevalence of Poetry, THOMAS PERCY, Bishop of Dro- morc (1729-1811). It was a friar of orders grey Walked forth to tell his beads. The Friar of Orders Grey. Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thjr sorrow is in vain ; For violets plucked the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. H t Utcunque ^ ho)vever. (Se^ Bacon.) PHELPS-PITT. 241 EDWARD J. PHELPS. Statesman, U.S. (19th Century). The maji who makes no mistakes does not usually make anything.* Speech. At Mansion House, Zondon, Jan. B4, 1889. AMBROSE PHILIPS (1671-1749). Studious of ease and fond of humhle things. From Holland. Softly speak and sweetly smile. Fragment of Sappho. The flowers, anew returning seasons bring But beauty faded has no second spring. Pastoral. 1. JOHN PHILIPS (1676-1708). Bejoice, Albion ! severed from the world, By Nature's wise indulgence. Cider. Book f . Happy the man, who, void of cares and stiTie, In silken or in leathern purse retains A Splendid Shilling. The Splendid Shilling. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time sub- due?) An horrid chasm disclosed. lb. STEPHEN PHILLIPS (b. I860?). How good it is to live, even at the worst ! Christ In Hades. /. 103. The red-gold cataract of her streaming hair. Herod. Act 1. They who grasp the world The Kingdom, and the power, and the glory, Must pay with deepest misery of spirit, Atoning unto God for a brief brightness. Acts. As rich and pnrposeless as is the rose ; Thy simple doom is to be beautiful. Harpesseu /. 51. Beautiful Faith, surrendering unto Time. ?. 62. What is the love of men that women seek it ? 1.74. The fiery funeral of foliage old. /. II4. We cannot choose ; our faces madden men. Paolo and Francesca. Act 2, 1. Sing, minstrel, sing us now a tender song Of meeting and parting, with the moon in it. Ulysses. Act 1, 1. * "The greatest general is lie who makes the fewest mistakes."— Sayinsattributeil to Napoleon. See also S. Smiles : *' We learn wisdom from failure," etc 16 a What. were revel without wine ? What were wine without a song ? Act 3, S. A man not old, but mellow, like good wine, 16. But she who sits enthroned may not prolong The luxury of tears ; nor may she waste In lasting widowhood a people's hopes, So hard is height, so cruel is a crown. Jb. CONSTANTINE HENRY PHIPPS, Marquis of Normanby (1797-1863). Property has its duties as well as its rights. Letter, when Ificeroy of Ireland. PETER PINDAR [See WOLCOT). [Mrs.] PIOZZI (Mrs. Thrale-nee Salusbury) (1739-1821). The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground , 'Twas therefore said by ancient sages That love of life increased with years. So much that in our later stages, When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages. The greatest love of life appears. The Three Warnings, CHRISTOPHER PITT (1699-1748). To all proportioned terms he must dispense And make the sound a picture of the sense. f Translation of Yida's Art of Poetry, When things are small the terms should still be so, For low words please us when the theme is low. lb. Talks much, and says just nothing for an hour. Truth and the text he labours to display, Till both are quite interpreted away. On the Art of Preaching WILLIAM PITT, Earl of Chatham (1708-1778). The atrocious crime of being a young man ... I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny. Speeches. Souse of Commons, 1740. Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom ; youth is the season of credulity . January I4, 1766. There is something behind the Throne greater than the King himself. Souse of Lords, March 2, 1770. Where law ends, tyranny begins. January 9, 1770. + Of. Pope ! " Make the sound an echo of the sense." 242 PITT— POMFRET. WILLIAM PITT (1759-1806). . The remark is just— but then you have not been under the wemd of the magician. In reference to the eloquence of Fox. 1783. Necessity is the plea for every infringe- ment of human freedom. It is the argu- ment of tyrants ; it is the creed of slaves. Speeches. The India Bill, November 18, 178S. We have a Calvinistio creed, a, Popish liturgy, and an Armenian clergy. 1790. my country ! how I leave my country ! * Last words. WILLIAM PITT (1790?-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 Confession. EDGAR ALLAN POE (1811-1849). In the heavens above The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, amid their burning terms of love. None so devotional as that of "mother." To my Mother. To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. To Helen, All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. A Dream within a, Dream. A dirge for her, the doubly- dead, In that she died so young, Lenore. While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore. The Baven. St. 1, Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for eveimore. St. 2. Darkness there, and nothing more. St. Jf. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing. Doubting ; dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. St. 5. 'Tis the wind, and nothing more. St. G. "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil ! By that heaven that bends above us, — by that God we both adore." St. 16. The Bells. * Or " How I love my country." Both fonns are, however, doclai-cd to be npocryplial. "Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! Quoth the Baven, "Nevermore. St. 17, Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Kunio rhyme. What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! ■'*• They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls ! J». [Rev.] ROBERT POLLOK (1798- 1827). Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy. The Course of Time. Book 1, 464- He laid his hand upon " the Ocean's mane "t And played familiar with his hoary locks. ^ ■' Booh 4,380. He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the Devil in. Booh 8, 616. With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, , And with the other took a shilling out. Booh8,63S. Slander, the foulest whelp of sin. Booh 8, 715. [Rev.] JOHN POMFRET (1667-1703). We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe. And still adore the hand that gives the blow.J Yerses to his Friend. I. 4S. Heaven is not always angry when He strikes. But most chastises those whom most Ha likes. I- 89. For sure no minutes bring us more content, Than those in pleasing, useful studies spent. The Choice. I. SI. As much as I could moderately spend, A little more sometimes to obl^ a friend. Nor should the sons of poverty repine Too much at fortune ; they dioiild taste of mine. I. 35, Wine whets the wit, improves its native force. And gives a pleasant flavour to discourse. And when committed to the dust I'd have Few tears, but friendly, dropped into my grave. 1. 164. No friend's so cruel as a reasoning brute. Cruelty and Lust. I. 374- And who would run, that's moderately wise, A certain danger, for a doubtful prize ? Love triumphant over Reason. /. 85, t Byron, " Childe Harold," canto 4, 184. X Sec Diyden, " Bless the hand," etc. POOLE— POPE. 243 The best may slip, and the most cautious fall; He's more than mortal that ne'er erred at all. Love triumphant over Reason. 1. 145. Reason's the rightful empress of the soul. i.m. What's all the noisy j argon of the schools Bat idle nonsense of laborious fools, Who fetter reason with perplexing rules ? Reason, /. 57. Custom, the world's great idol, we adore. I. 99. We live and learn, but not the wiser grow. Ills. JOHN FOOLE (I9th Century). I hope I don't intrude. Paul Pry. ALEXANDER POPE (1688-1744). 'Tis hard to say if greater want of skill Appear in writing or in judging ill. Essay on Criticism. I. 1. Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss. A fool mip:ht once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own. 1. 6. Let such teach others who themselves excel. And censure freely who have written well. 1.15. Some are bewildered in the maze of schools. And some made coxcombs nature meant but fools. I. m. All fools have still an itching to deride, And fain would be upon the laughing side. I. 33. One science only will one genius fit ; So vast is art, so narrow human wit. I. 60. Each might his several province well com- mand. Would all but stoop to what they under- stand. I. 66. Cavil you may, but never criticise. 1. 1$S. From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. 1. 152. 'Those oft aire stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream. 1. 179. Immortal heirs of universal praise ! Whose honours with increase of ages grow. As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow; Nations imbom your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found. ;. 190. Pride, the never-failing vice of fools. I. W4. Trust not yourself ; but your defects to know, Make use of every friend — and every foe. A little learning is a dangerous thing , Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again. I. ^13. Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise; 1.233. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see. Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend ; And if the means be just, the conduct true. Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due. 1253. True wit is nature to advantage dressed. What oft was thought, but ne'er so well ■ " I. 297. Words are like leaves ; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. I. 309. Such laboured nothings, in so strange a stylOj Amaze the unlearn'd, and make the learned smile. I. S^. 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 yat the last to lay the old aside, I. SSS. Some to church repair. Not for the doctrine, but the music there. I. 342, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line. /. 347. Where'er you find "the western cooling breeze," In the next line, it "whispers through the trees : " If crystal streams " with pleasing murmurs creep," The reader's threatened (not in vaiu) with Then at the last and only couplet fraught With some unmeaning thing they call a thought, A needless Alexandrine ends the song. That Uke a wounded snake, drags its slow length along. I. 350. * Paraphrased by Johnson, in his Life of Cowley: "Wit is that which has been often thouglit, but was never before so well expresgej," 244 POPE. True ease in writing comes from art, not clia.nce, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. . 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows. And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the soundmg shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rook'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 the unbending com, and skims along the main. Essay on Criticism. /. 36^. Avoid extremes ; and shun the fault of such, Who still are pleased too little or too much. At every trifle scorn to take offence. That always shows great pride, or little sense. 1. 384. For fools admire, but men of sense approve. /. 391. Regard not then if wit be old or new. But blame the false, and value still the true. I. 406. But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the art brightens! how the style refines ! Before his sacred name flies every fault, And each exalted stanza teems with thought ! I. 419. Some praise at morning what they blame at night. But always think the last opinion right. 1.431. And still to-morrow's wiser than to-day. We thijik our fathers fools, so wise we grow ; Our wiser sons, no doubt, will think us so. 1.437. Envy will merit, as its shade, pursue ; But, like a shadow, proves the substance true. I. 466. To err is human; to forgive, divine.* I. 5^5. All seems infected that the infected spy. As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eve. 'I. 55S. Be silent always when you doubt your sense. I. 566. And make each day a critic on the last. I. 571. * " Menschlich ist es bloss zu strafen Aberguttlioh zuverzeilin."— f, vpu Winter. Blunt ti-utha more mischief than nice false; hoods do. I 573. Men must be taught as if you taught them And things unknown proposed as things forgot. i- ^i- Those best can bear reproof who merit praise. ^' ^°^' The bookful blockhead, igiiorantly read. With loads of learned lumber in his head. I. em. With him most authors steal their works, or buy ; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. I. 617. For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. I. 6t5. Led by the light of the Mffioniam star. /. 648. And to be dull was construed to be good. I. 690. Content if hence the unleam'd their wants may^yiew, The leam'd reflect on what before they knew. ' ^. 739. What dire offence from amorous causes springs. What mighty contests rise from trivial things! The Rape of the Lock. Canto 1, 1. 1. Beware of aU, but most beware of man. 1. 114. And all Aiabia breathes from yonder box. I. IS4. On her white breast a spai'kling cross she bore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Canto 2, I. 7. If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them aU. 1.17. And beauty draws us with a single hair.f l.SS. To change a flounce or add a furbelow. I. 100. Here, thou, great Anna ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take, and sometimes tea. Canto S, I. 7. At every word a reputation dies. Snuff, or the fan, supply each pause of chat, With singing, laughuig," ogling, and all that. I. 16. t Siiid to be in allusion to the lines in Butler's "Hudibras"' : " And though it be a two-foot tront, 'Tis with a single liair pulled out." But SCO Howol) ; " Qric Imir of n, woman," etc., p. ns, POPE. 245 The hungry Judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine. The Rape of the Lock. Canto s, I. 21. Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half- shut eyes. I. 117. But when to mischief mortals bend their will, How soon they find fit instruments of ill ! I. 125. The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, for ever, and for ever ! 1. 153. Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, Ajad the nice conduct of a clouded cane. Canto 4, I. mS. Charms strike the sight, but merit vrins the soul. Cunto 5, I. S4. 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 ma^e ! but not without a plan. An Essay on Han. JEpistle 1, 1. 1. Together let us beat this ample field. Try what the open, what the covert yield ; The latent tracts, the giddy heights, explore Of all who blindly creep, or sightless soar ; 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. Say first, of God above, of man below What can we reason, but from what we know? 1.8. Observe how system into system runs, What other planets circle other suns, Wbit varied being peoples every star. I. Z5. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate. All but the page prescribed, their present state. 1. 77. Pleasga^to the last, he crops the flowery food. And Ucks the hand just raised to shed his blood. 1. 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall. Atoms or systems into ruin hurled. And now a bubble burst, and now a world. 1.87. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never is, but always to be blest : The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Bests and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian \ whose untutored 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 ; Yet simple nature to his hope has given Behind the cloud-topped hUl, an humbler heaven. 1. 95. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky. His faithful dog shall bear him company. Go wiser thou ! and in thy scale of sense Weigh thy opinion against Providence. 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, Hen would be angels, angels would be gods. 1.1SS. The first Almighty Cause Acts not by partial, but by general laws. I. Jj/O. But all subsists by elemental strife. And passions are the elements of life. 1. 16§. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. I. fOO. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread and lives along the line. I. 217. What thin partitions sense from thought divide ! I. 226. From nature's chain, whatever link you strike. Tenth, or ten thousandth, breaks the chain ahke. 1. 245. All are but parts of one stupendous whole. Whose body nature is, and God the soul. I. S68. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns. As the rapt seraph that adores and bums : To him no high, no low, no great, no small ; He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all. I. 276. 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: Ana, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, whatever is, is right. 1.289. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is man.* Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride. Mpiatle 2, 1. 1. * " La vraie science et le vrai 6tude de I'hommo c'est rhomme."— PlEKBB Chakeo.n' (1541-1603), " Treatise on Wisdom," Bock 1, cliar. 1. (In the first edition of " Moral Essays," the line appeared: "The only science of mankind is man,") 246 POPE. Chaos of thought and passion, all confused ; Still ty himself abused, or disabused ; Created haU 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 ! An Essay on Man. Epistle $, 1. 13. Instruct the planets in what orbs to run. Correct old time, and regulate the sun. I. 21. What Reason weaves, by Passion is undone. I. 42. Two principles In human nature reign ; Self-love to urge, and reason, to restrain : N"or this a good, nor that a bad, we call ; Each works its end, to move or govern all. i.es. rixed like a plant on his peculiar spot. To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot ; Or meteor-like, flame lawless through the •void, Destroying others, by liimself destroved. I. OS. Let subtle schoolmen teach these friends to fight. More studious to divide than to unite. !, SI. Pleasure, or wrong or rightly understood. Our greatest evil, or our greatest good. 1.91. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Eeasou the card, but passion is the gale. 1. 107. All spread their charms, but charm not all alike ; On different senses different objects strike. L W. And hence one master passion in the breast, Like Aaron's sei-pont, swallows up the rest. I. 131. The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his groWth, and strengthens with his strength. I, 23.S. Envy, to which the ignoble mind's a slave, Is emulation in the learu'd or brave. I. 191. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien. As, to be hated, needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. But Where's the extreme of vice, was ne'er agreed : Ask Where's the north ? at York, 'tia on the Tweed ; In Scotland, at the Orcades ; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. . ;_ »27 Virtuous and vicious every raau must bo. Few iu theextreme, but all in the degree. I. 231. Whate'er the passion, knowledge, fame, or Not one will change his neighbour with himself. The leam'd is happy nature to explore. The fool is happy that he knows no more. /. 261. 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 be- fore ; Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. I. 275. In folly's cup still laughs the bubble joy. I. 2SS. The hour concealed, and so remote the fear, Death still draws nearer, never seeming near. Epistle S, I. 76. Whether with reason, or with instinct blest, Know, all enjoy that power which suits them best ; To bliss alike by that direction tend, And find the means proportioned to their end. 1. 79. The state of nature was the reign of God. 1. 148. Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the diiving gale. ;. 177. In vain thy reason finer webs shall draw. Entangle justice in her net of law. 1. 191, The enormous faith of many made for one, I. 24'i. Forced into virtue thus, by self-defence, Ev'n kings learned justice and benevolence : Self-love forsook the path it first pursued. And found the private in the pubuo good. 1.279. More powerful each as needful to the rest. And in proportion as it blesses, blest. /. 299. For forms of government let fools contest, Whate'er is best administered is best : For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the "gilt- I. SOS. In Faith and Hope the world will disagree. But all mankind's concern is Charity. I. S07. POPE. 247 Oh happiness ! our being's end and aim ! Good, pleasure, ease, content, whatfe'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to liye, or dare to die. An Essay on Man. JEpistle 4, 1. 1. Fixed to no spot is happiness sincere, 'Tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere ; "lis never to be bought, but always free. 1.15. There needs but thinking right, and mean- ing well. ;. S^. Order is Heaven's first law, and this confest, Some ai-e, and must be, greater than the rest. 1. 49. Eeason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Xie in three words, health, peace, and com- petence. But health consists with temperance alone. 1.79. But sometimes virtue starves, while vice is fed. What then ? Is the reward of virtue bread ? t. 150. What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy. I. 167. Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part; there all the honour lies. I, 193. Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow ; The rest is all but leather or prunella.* I. W3. But by your father's worth if yours you rate, Count me those only who were good and great. Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood. Go ! and pretend your family is young ; Nor own your fathers have been wrong so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness ; say where great- ness lies ? "Where, but among the heroes and the wise?" Heroes are much the same, the points agreed, From Macedonia's madman to the Swede. I. $09. ^ "Covcillum est quod homines facit, cetera quisqmha omnia."— PistboniusAbbiteb, c. 76. A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod ; An honest man's the noblest work of God. I. $47. All fame is foreign, but of true desert ; Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: One self-approving hour whole yeai's out- weighs Of stupid starers, and of loud huzzas ; And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels. Than Csesar with a senate at his heels. I. $53. Painful pre-eminence ! yourself to view Above life's weakness, and its comforts too. I. $er. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon sjiined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind : Or, ravished with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame ! I. $81. Know then this truth (enough for man to know), "Virtue alone is happiness below." I. S09. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God.t I. SSI. The centre moved, a circle straight succeeds, Another still, and still another spreads. I. S6B. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. I.S79. Oh ! while along the stream of time thy name Expanded flies, and gathers all its fame. Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ? I. S83. Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. I. S90. For wit's false mirror held up nature's light; Showed erring pride, whatever is, is right ; That reason, passion, answer one great aim ; That tme self-love and social are the same ; That virtue only makes our bliss below ; And all our knowledge is, ourselves to know. I. S93. Father of all ! in every age. In eveiy clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord ! Thou Great First Cause, least understood : Who all my sense confined To know but this, that thou art good. And that myself am blind. The Universal Prayer. t Stated by Warton to be verbatim from Bolingbroke'3 "Letters lo Pope." 248 POPE. And binding nature fast in fate Left free the human will. The Universal Prayer. Wiat conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun. That, more than heaven pursue. lb. And deal damnation round the land. On each I judge thy foe. lb. Save me alike from foolish pride Or impious discontent. ■ lb. Teach me to feel anotber's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. lb. And yet the fate of all extremes is such, Men may be read, as well as books, too much. To observations which ourselves we make. We grow more partial, for the observer's sake. Moral Essays. {In Five Epistles to several persons.) Epistle 1. To Lord Cobhmn. 1.9. Like following life through creatm'es you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect. 1. 29. AH manners take a tincture from our own, Or some discoloured through our passions shown. Or fancy's beam enlarges, multiplies, Contracts, inverts, and gives ten thousand dyes. /. 33. When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. I. ^0. Itch of vulgar praise. I. 60. Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise. His pride in reasoning, not in acting Ues. 1. 117. 'Tjs from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. 1. 135. 'Tis education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. 1. 149. Manners with fortuues, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times. ?. ]y^_ Search, then, the ruling passion : there alone The wild are constant, and the cunning known ; The fool consistent, and the false sincere ; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. ;. 1^4, Wharton, the scorn and Wonder of our days. Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise. " Odious ! in woollen ! 'twould a saint pro- voke ! " Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. I. 246. And you, brave Cobham ! to the latest breath. Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death: Such in those moments as in all the past, "Oh, save my country, heaven! " shall be your last. I. ^62. Nothing so true as what you once let fall, *' Most women have no characters at all." Epistle^. To a Lady. [Martha Blount.'] I. 1. Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it ; If foUy grow romantic, I must paint it. /. 15, Choose a firm cloud, before it fall, and in it; Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. 1. 19. Fine by defect and delicately weak. I. 43. See sin in state, majestically drunk, I. 69. With too much quickness ever to be taught ; With too much thinking to have common thought. 1. 37. Offend her, and she knows not to forgive ; Obhge her, and she'll hate you whfle you live: But die, and she'U adore you— then the bust 4nd temple rise— then fall again to dust. 1.137. To heirs unknown descends the unguEirded store, Or wanders, heaven- directed, to the poor. l.l/fi. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies for ever. 1. 163. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take ; But every woman is at heart a rake ; Men, some to quiet, some to public strife ; But every lady would be queen for life. I. ns. Pleasures the sex, as children birds, pursue, Still out of reach, yet never out of view. I. tSl. See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. POPE. 219 Oh! West with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day ; She, who can love a sister's charms, or hear Sighs for a daughter with unwounded ear ; She who ne'er answers till a husbaoid cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules. Charms by accepting, by submitting sways, Yet has her humour most when she obeys. Horal Essays. Epistle 2, I. 2S7. And mistress of herself, though china fall. I. S68. Woman's at best a contradiction still. I. WO. Who shall decide, when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists, Uke yon and me ? Epistle S. To lord Bathurft. 1. 1. Like doctors thus, when much dispute has past, We find ovx tenets iust the same as last. •" 1.15. Blest paper-credit ! last and best supply ! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly ! I. S9. But thousands die, without or this or that, Bie, and endow a college, or a oat. I. 95. The ruHng passion, be it what it will, The rilling passion conquers reason stiU. I. 153. Extremes in nature equal good produce. Extremes in man concur to general use. 1. 161. Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor ; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare ; The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir. In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst. And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst. 1. 171. Else, honest muse ! and sing the Man of Koss ! I. $50. Ye little stars ! hide your diminished rays. I. $8$. Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. I. $85. In the worst inn's worst room. l.i And tape-tied curtains, never meant to draw. I. 302. Alas ! how changed from him. That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim ! I. 305. Where London's column, pointing at the skies. Like a tall bully, lifts the head, and lies. . I. 339. Constant at church, and change. I. SJj7, But Satan now is wiser than of yore, And tempts by making rich, not making poor. 1. 351. The tempter saw his time ; the work he plied ; Stocks and subscriptions poured on every side, Till all the demon makes his full descent In one abundant shower of cent, per cent., Sinks deep within him, and possesses whole. Then dubs director, and secures his soul. I. 369. Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science fairly worth the seven. Epistle 4. To the Earl of BurUnffton. 1.43. Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good For all his lordship knows, but they are wood. 1. 139. Light quirks of music, broken and uneven. Make the soul dance upon a jig to heaven. I 143. To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite. I. 149. Bid harbours open, public ways extend, Bid temples, worthier of the God, ascend ; Bid the broad arch the dangerous flood contain. The mole projected break the roaring main ; Back to lus bounds their subject sea com- mand. And roll obedient rivers through the land ; These honours. Peace to happy Britain brings. These are imperial works, and worthy kings. I. 197. See the wild waste of all-devouring years ! How Eome her own sad sepulchre appears ! Epistle 5. To Addison. 1. 1. The sacred rust of twice ten hundi-ed years. I.SS. Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gained no title, and who lost no friend. Ennobled by himself, by all approved. And - praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved.* I 67. * This line in the epitaph in Westminster Abbey en James Craggs, reads " Praised, wept, and honoured, by the muse he loved," 250 POPE. Shut, shut the door, good John ! fatigued I said, Tie up the knocker ; say I'm sick, I'm dead. \ Prologue to the Satires. Bpistle to Br. Arbuthnot. I. 1. Even Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me. I. It. A clerk, foredoomed his father's soul to dross. Who pens a stanza, when he should engross. /. 17. Friend to my life which did you not prolong. The world had wanted many an idle song. ?. ». Obliged by hunger and request of friends. I. 44. Fired that the house reject him, " 'S death I'll print it, And shame the fools." I. 61. No creature smarts so little as a fool. I. S4. Who shames a scribbler ? break one cobweb through. He spins the slight, self-pleasing thread anew ; Destroy his flb or .sophistry, in vain, The creature's at his dirty work again. Throned in the centre of his thin designs. Proud of a vast extent of flimsy lines! I. S9. As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. l.W. This long disease, my life. I. ISl. Each word-catcher, that lives on syllables. /. 166. Pretty in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare. But wonder how the devil they got there. /. 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. 1. 1(7. Should such a man, too fond to rule alone. Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. I. 297. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike. /. SOI. And so obliging, that he ne'er obUged. I. SOS. Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause, h S09. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? ^ „ Who woiJd not weep if Atticus were he ? I. S13._ Above a patron, though I condescend Sometimes- to call a mmister my friend, I was not bom for courts or great affairs ; I pay my debts, believe, and say my prayers. I. S65. Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it fliow, That tends to make one worthy man ray foe. I. ^SS. Let SpoiTis tremble \—A. What that thing of silk, Spoms, that mere white curd of ass's milk ? Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? I. 305. So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. ^. 313. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. 1. 333. That not in fancy's maze he wandered long ; But stooped to truth, and moralised his song. !. S4O. tJnlearn'd, he knew no schoolman's subtle art, No language, but the language of the heart. By nature honest, by experience wise. Healthy by temperance, and by exercise. I. 39S. 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 ! I. 410. The lines are weak, another's pleased to say. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satires and Epistles of Horace, Imitated. Book g, Sat. 1, I. 5. In moderation placing all my glory. While Tories call me Whig, and Whigs" a Tory. Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet. I. (Tt. 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 burthen of some merry song 1.16. The feast of reason and the flow of soul. I. lis. POPE. 251 It stands on record, that in Kichard's times A man was hanged for very honest rhymes.* Satires and Epistles, Imitated. I. iJjB. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best. Welcome the coming, speed the going guest, t 1. 158. In life's cool evening, satiate of applause. First Book of the Epistlei of Horace {jEp.i),l.9. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. I.S8. Not to go back, is somewhat to advance. And men must walk at least before they dance. I. 5S. There, London's voice : " Get money, money still ! And then let virtue foUow if she will." 1.79. He's armed without that's iimocent within. 1.94. Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace ; If not, by any means get wealth and place. 1. 103. Not to admire, is all the art I know. To make men happy, and to keep them so.:|: Up. 6, 1. 1. The worst of madmen is a saint run mad. I. n. A man of wealth is dubbed a nian of worth. 1.81, Above all Greek, above all Eoman fame. Second Book of the Hpistles of Horace {Ep. 1), I. 26. Who lasts a century can have no flaw ; I hold that wit a classic, good in law. I. 55. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. I. 108. One simile, that sohtary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. I. HI. What will a child learn sooner than a song ? I. 205. Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine. I. 267. Even copious Dryden wanted, or forgot. The last and greatest art, the art to blot. I. 2S0. Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives birn or a breath o'ertMows. I 300. * John Ball, lianged temp. Richard II., reputed author of the lines: "Wlien ^dam delve, and Eve span, Who was then the gentleman?" T See Pope's "Odyssey," Book 13, 83. X These lines are adapted from Creech's Irans- latiou. There still remains, to mortify a wit. The many-headed monster of the pit. I. SO4. What dear delight to Britons farce affords ! Ever the taste of mobs, but now of lords. I. 310. To know the poet from the man of rhymes. I. 341. ■Wfe poets are (upon a poet's word) Of all mankind, the creatures most absurd. I. 368. The zeal of fools offends at any time. But most of all, the zeal of fools in rhyme, I.4O6. "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise. "§ Years following years, steal something every day. At last they steal us from ourselves away. Fp. 2, I. 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. ?. 85. But let the fit pass o'er, I'm wise enough To stop my ears to their confounded stuff. I. 151. Command old words that long have slept, to wake. Words that wise Bacon, or brave Raleigh spake. I. Ia7. But ease in writing flows from art, not chance ; As those move easiest who have learned to dance.il , 1. 178. Too moral for a wit. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue 1, I. 4- His sly, polite, insinuating style Could please at court, and make Augustus smile. 1. 19. I. 38. 1.41. A horse-laugh it you please at honestj'. A patriot is a fool in every age. All tears are wiped for ever from all eyes. ;. 102. Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. I 135. To Berkeley, every virtue under heaven. Dialoffue 2, I. 7S. Keen, hollow winds howl through the dark recess. Emblem of music caused by emptiness. The Dunclad. Book 1, I. 35. § From a poem " Tlie Celebrated Beauties " (Anon.), Tonson's "Miscellanies" (1709). In "The Garland," a collection of poems by Mr. Broadhurst (1721), the line appears : " Praise un- deserved is satire in disguise.", II See " Essay on Criticism," p. 2M. 252 POPE. Poetic justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she And solid pudding against empty praise. The Dunciad. I. 5^. But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. Wow mayors and shrieves all hushed and satiate lay, ^ Yet ate, in dreams, the custard of the day ; While pensive poets painful vigils keep. Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. /. 90. Sweaj'ing and supperless the hero sate. Blasphemed his gods, the dice, and damned his fate. 1. 115. Sinking from thought to thought, a vast profound. Plunged for his sense but found no bottom thei'e. Yet wrote and floundered on in mere despair. 1. 118. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll. In pleasing memory of all he stole. I. IW. Or where the pictures for the page atone, -And Quarles is saved by beauties not his own. 1. 139. There saved by spice, like mummies, many a year. Dry bodies of divinity appear ; De Lyra there a dreadful front extends, And here the groaning shelves Philemon bends. /. 151, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail. l.fSO. The field of glory is a field for all. Book %, I. 3%. And -gentle dulness ever loves a joke. 1. 34. A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead. I. U. Dulness is sacred in a sound divine. I. S5S. Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn Sook 3, I. 109. Peeled, patched, and piebald, linsey-wolsey brothers, Grave mummers ! sleeveless some, and shirtless others. ;. jjg^ All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame. ;. jgg_ So sweetly mawkish, and so smoothly dull • Heady, not strong; o'erflowing, though not i""' I 171. Another Cynthia her new journey runs. And other planets circle other suns. /.' S43. A wit with duuoee, and a dunce with wits. fiook 4, /. yo. The Eight Divine of Mngs to govern Wrong. /. 188. For thee we dim the eyes, and 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 : So spins the silk-worm small its slender store. And labours till it clouds itself all o'er. Led by my hand, he sauntered Europe round, And gathered every vice on Christian ground. 1. 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined. /. 318. Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yavm confess The pains and penalties of idleness. I. 342. Even Palinunis nodded at the helm. I. 614. Religion blushing veils her sacred firea, 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 restored ; Light oEes before thy uncreatiug word ; Thy hand, great Ajiarch ! lets the curtain faU; And universal darkness buries all. I. 649. Time conquers all, and we must time obey. Pastorals. Winter. I. SS. Not chaos- like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world harmoniously confused ; Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ; all agree. Windsor Forest. L 13. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. 1.6S. From old Belerium* to the northern main. I. 316. And seas but join the regions they divide. 1.400. la a sadly-pleasing strain. Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. St. 1. While in more lengthened notes and slow. The deep, majestic, solemn organs blow.. Jb. In a dying, dying fall. lb. Love, strong as death, the poet led. St. 4. Music can soften pain to ease. St. 7. Freedom and aits together fall ; Pools grant whate'er ambition craves, And men, once ignorant, are slaves. Choruses to " Brutus." I. S6. ' The Land's End, POPE. 253 Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres hound, Content to hreathe his native air In his own ground. Ode on Solitude.. Thus let me live, unseen; unknown. Thus uulamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. lb. Vital spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame. The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say. Sister spirit, come away. lb. Tell me, my soul, can this he death ? lb. Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! ' grave ! where is thy victory P death, where is thy sting ? lb. What teckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade, Invites my steps and points to yonder glade ? Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 1. 1. Is it, in heaven, a crime to love too well ? 1.6. Is there no hright reversion in the sky. For those who greatly think, or hravely die ? 1.9'. Amhition first sprung from your blest abodes ; The glorious fault of angels and of gods. I. 13. Dim lights of life, that bum a length of years, Useless unseen, as lamps in sepulchres. 1. 19. So perish all whose breast ne'er learned to glow For other's good or melt at other's woe.* 1.4s. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed. By foreign hands thy decent limbs com- By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned ! I. 51. And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show. 1.57. So peaceful rests, without a stone, a name, What once had beauty, titles, wealth, and fame, How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! I. 69. • See " Odyf scy," Book IS, 279. . A brave man struggling in the ttorms of fate, And greatly falling, with a falling state, WTiile Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Prologue to Addison's Cato. I. tl. Ignobly vain and impotently great. I. B9, Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banished lover, or some captive maid. Translations and Imitations^ ElDisa to Abelard. I. 51. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul. And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. 1.57. 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. 1. 74. pious fraud of amorous charity ! I. 150. Love finds an altar for forbidden fires. I. 182. Of all afiliction taught a lover yet, 'Tis sure the hardest science to forget ! How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, And love the offender, yet detest the offence ? I. 189. How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot ! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. 1.207. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight. Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.t 1. 27S. See my lips tremble, and ray eyeballs roll. Suck my last breath, and catch the flying soul. I. S2S. He best can paint 'em who shall feel 'em most. I. see. Fame impatient of extremes, decays Not more by envy than excess of praise. The Temple of Fame. I. 44. These and a thousand more of doubtful fame. To whom old fables give a lasting name. ■ I. m9. And boasting youth, and narrative old age, Their pleas were different, their request the same. For good and bad alike are fond of fame. • I. 291. But straight the direful trump of slander sounds. I. SS%. t "Priests, altar.s. viciims, swam before iny sight."— Edmdnd Smith (lf.QS-1710;, "Pljsdra and Hippolytus," Act 1, Sc. 1. 254 POPE. To follow virtue even for virtue's sake. The Temple of Fame. I. S65. And all who told it added something new, And all who heard it, made enlargements too. 1. 470. Nor fame I slight, nor for her favours call ; She comes unlocked for, if she comes at aJl. 1. 513. Drive from my breast that wretched lust of praise, Unblemished let me live, or die unknown ; Oh grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! I. 5n. All other goods by Fortune's hand are given, A wife is the peculiar gift of heaven. January and Hay. I. 51. Sir, I have lived a courtier all my days, And studied men, their manners, and their ways; And have observed this useful maxim still, To let my betters always have their will. I. 156. For women, when they list, can cry. I. 786. There swims no goose so grey but soon or late. She finds some honest gander for her mate. The Wife of Bath. ;. 98. The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. :Prologuc, I. 298. Love seldom haunts the breast where learn- ing lies. And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. I. S69. None judge bo wrong as those who think amiss. l axo. And impotent desire to live alone. That scorns the dull reversion of a throne ; Each would the sweets of sovereign rule devour. While discord waits upon divided power Statlus of Thebala. Book 1. I. 'iSO. 'Tis fixed ;, the irrevocable doom of Jove ; No force can bend me, no persuasion move. I. 413. And conscious virtue, still its own reward I. 758. In her soft breast consenting passjpns move And the warm maid confessed a mutual love. YertumnuB and Pomona. ;. igg. There died my father, no man's debtor. And there I'll die, nor worse nor better. Imitations of Horace. Hook 1, Ep. 7 (Jmit. in manner of Swift), I. 79, I've often wished that I had clear For life, six hundred pounds a 3;ear, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river ^t my garden's end, A terrace-walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood. Book 2, Sat. 6 (Imit. Swift), I. 1. Each willing to be pleased, and please. And even the very dogs at ease. I. ISO. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread and liberty ! I. 220. Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful tongue. * Oh just beheld, and lost ! admired and mourned ! With softest manners, gentlest arts adorned ! Epistles. To Sobt. Earl of Oxford. 1. 1. Glorious only in thy fall. I. 20, A soul as full of worth, as void of pride. To James Craggs. 1. 1. Though not too strictly bound to time and place. To Mrs. Blount ^nth Voitiire's Works, }. 28. Whose laughs are hearty, though his jests are coarse. And loves you best of all things — but his horse. To Mrs. Blount on her leaving the Town. I. 29. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide. Or gave his father grief, but when he died. On the Hon. Simon Sarcourt. Here rests a woman, good without pretence, Blest with plain reason, and with sober sense; No conquests she, but o'er herself, desired, No arts essayed, but not to be admired. Passion and pride were to her soul unknown. Convinced that virtue only is our own. So unaffected, so composed a mind ; So firm, yet soft ; so strong, yet so refined ; Heaven, as its pui-est gold, by tortures tried ! The saint sustamed it, but the woman died. On Mrs. Oorbet. Just of thy word, in every thought sincere. Who knew no wish but what the world might hear. On the Son. S. Digby, Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit, a man ; simplicity, a child. On Mr. Gay. Formed to delight at once and lash the age. Nature and nature's laws lay hid in night • God said, "Let Newton be ! " and all was liS^it- On Sir I. Newton. POPE. 255 Tea— " Save my country, Heaven"— he said, and died. EpistleE. Oil Br. Atterhtrtj. In his own palace forced to ask his bread, Scorned by those slaves his former bounties fed. HlscellaneouB. Argm. Strange ! all this difference should be 'Twist tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee !* Epigram on the Feuds betiveen Handel and Bononcini. Tou beat your pate, and fancy wit will come ; Knock as you please, there's nobody at home. Epigram. Fame is at best an unperf orming cheat ; But tis substantial happiness to eat. Frolog%te, Durfey's Last Flay. Oh ! why did he write poetry, That hereto was so civil ; And sell his soul for vanity, To rhyming and the devil ? Sandy's Ghost. What is prudery ? 'Tis a beldam. Seen with wit and beauty seldom. Answer to Mrs. Sovie. When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and docs not hear. On a Certain Lady at Court, Who dare to love their country and be poor. On his Grotto at Twiclcenham, I am his Highness's dog at Kew ; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? Epigram. I find, by all you have been telling. That 'tis a house, but not a dwelhng. On the Duke of Marlborough' s House. Too dull for laughter, for reply too mad. Epigram. Smith's no name at all. Epitaph on James Moore- Smyihe. Those write because all write, and so have still Excuse for writing, and for writing ill. Satires of Donne. No. g. "There, take," says Justice, "take you each a shell. We thrive at Westminster on fools like you. 'Twaa^ fat oyster — Live in peace — Adieu ! " Verbatim from Foilemi. One half will never he believed. The other never read. Epigram. Long Epitaphs. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride. They had no poet, and they diei Trans, of Horace. Ode 9, Book 4. • Included in Pope's works, Tmt see John Bj-- roin, p. 51. Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes imnumbered, heavenly goddess, smg! Homer's " Iliad." ily goddei Book 1, I. 1. The distant Trojans never injured me. 1.200. To avenge a private, not a public wrong. I. W8. He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows, Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod. The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. I. 684. Beware, for dreadful is the wrath of kings. Book B, I. iS4. That worst of tyrants, an usurping crowd. I. 242. Spleen to mankind his envious heart And much he hated all, but most the best. ;. 2er. Great in the council, glorious in the field. I. SS5. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. Book S, I. W8. A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. Book 5, 1. 16. For what so dreadful as celestial hate ! I. t^. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise ; Such men as live in these degenerate days. I. Sri ; and Book 12, 1. 6S9. Like leaves on trees the race of man is found. Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise. Book 6, 1. 181. A long, forlorn, uncomfortable way. I. 248. The first in danger, as the first in fame. 1.6S7. Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend. And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. Book 7, I. S64. The sapped foundations by thy force shall fall. And, 'whelmed beneath thy waves, drop the huge wall. Vast drifts of land shall change the former shore ; The ruin vanished, and the name no more. I. 552. Cursed is the man, and void of law and right. Unworthy property, unworthy light. Unfit for pubho rule, or private care ; That wretch, that monster, who de%hts in war. Book 9, I. 87. 256 POPE. Pluto, the grisly god, who never spares, Who feels no mercy, and who hears no prayers. Homer's " Iliad." I. 209. Who dares think one thing, and another tell, Mv heart detests him as the gates of hell. I. m. Deceived for once, I trust not kings again. I. 455. A cruel heart ill suits a manly mind. I. G19. Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfined, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind ; While prayers, to heal her wrongs, move slow behind. I. 627. A generous friendship no cold medium Icnows, Bums with one love, with one resentment glows. I. 725. The gods that unrelenting breast have steeled And cursed thee with a mind that cannot yield. 1. 749. By mutual confidence and mutual aid Great deeds are done, and great discoveries made. Boole 10, I. 265. The rest were vulgar deaths, unJcnown to fame. Jioo/c 11, I S94. Oppressed by multitudes, the best may fall. I. 587. To speak his thought is every freeman's right. In peace, in war, in council and the fight. Book 12, I. 249. Eesolved to perish in his country's cause. Book 13, I. 534. The old, yet stfll successful, cheat of love. Book 14, I. ISS. Silence that snokc, and eloquence of eyes I. 252. A noble mind disdaius not to repent. Book 15, I. 227. Unruly murmurs, or ill-timed applause Wrong the best speaker or the justest cause. . Book 19, I. S6. Who dies in youth, and vigour, dies the best. Struck through with wounds, all honest on the breast. Book t'2, 1. 100. Long exercised in woes. Homer's " Odyssey." Book 1, 1. 2. Wand'ring from chme to cUme, observant strayed, Their manners noted, and their states surveyed. ;, j. With sweet, reluctant, amorous delay.* I. 23. And Follies are miscalled the crimes of Fate. 1.44. Light is the dance, and doubly sweet the lays. When, for the dear delight, another pays. I. W5. Ye deedless boasters ! I. 470. And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared. Book 2, I. 312. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. 1. 315. The narrative old man. ' Book S, I. 80. Unwept, unnoted, and for ever dead. Book 5, I. 401. Even from the chief, who men and natious knew. The unwonted scene surprise and rapture drew. Book 7, 1. 178. For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins, ev'n from the birth, are misery and man. /. 263. Hunger is insolent, and will be fed. 7. 380. Man's of a jealous and mistaking kind. !. 394. He speaks reserv'dly, but he speaks with force, Nor can one word be changed but for a worse. aiook 8, 1. 191. Too dear I prized a fair enchanting face : Beauty unchaste is beauty in disgi'ace. /. 350.^ No more was seen the human form divine. + Book 10, I. 278. Out-fly the nimble sail, and leave the lagging wind. ' Book 11, I. 74. The tribute of a tear is all I crave. And the possession of a peaceful grave. I. 89. In beauty's cause illustriously ho fails. 1. 358. He ceased ; but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to tear. ^. 414. woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend. I. 531. Aghast I stood, a monument of woe. Book 12, I. 311. * This line is often repeated in the other books of tlie Ody.ssey. + C/. Milton, "Human faoo divine," book 9, 1. S3. ' POPE-PRAED. 257 4nd what so tedious as a twice-told tale ?* Homer's " Odyssey." I. 52$. Now did the rosy-fingered morn arise, And shed her sacred light along the skies. Book 13, 1. 21. Far from gay cities, and the ways of men. Book 14, I. 410. Lost in the children of the present spouse, They slight the pledges of the former vows. Book 15, I. 25. Who loTe too much, hate in the like extreme. I. 79. True friendship's laws are by this rule expressed, Welcome the- coming, speed the parting guest. I. 83. Here let us feast, and to the feast be joined Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. I. 432. One rogue is usher to another still. Book 17, I. 251. Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. 1. 392. Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe. ' Book 18, I. 279. Stranger ! may fate a milder aspect show, And spin thy future with a whiter clue ! Book 20, I. 249. .Far from the sweet society of men. Book 21, I. 39 i. Dogs, ye have had your day. Book 22, I. 41. Or fight or fly, This choice is left ye, to resist or die. I. 79. Falsehood is folly, and 'tis just to own The fault committed. 1. 168. Oh, every sacred name in one— my friend ! /. 226. Then heaven decrees in peace to end my days. And steal myself from life by slow decays. Book 23, I. 298. Te gods ! annihilate but space and time. And make two lovers happy. The Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. 9. Quoted as "Anon." And thou Dalhousy, the great God of War, Lieutenant-Colonel to the Earl of Mar. lb. He seems to have known the vforld by intuition, to have looked through nature at one glance. Preface to the Works of Shakespeare. ^ .' C/. Shakespeare, "King John,'" Act 3, Sc. 4, 17 A The dull duty of an editor. 16. The three chief qualifications of a party writer are to stick at nothing, to delight in flinging dirt, and to slandeM»in the dark by guess. Letter. Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few. Thoughts on Various Subjects. I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes per- fectly like a Christian. XI), WALTER POPE (1630-1714). IMay I govern my passion with an absolute sway, ' And grow wiser and better, as my strength wears away, Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay. The Old Man's Wish. St. 1. RICHARD PORSON (1759-1808). When Dido found iEneas would not come, She mourned in silence, and was Dido dumb. Facetiae. Cantab, I went to Frankfort, and got drunk With that most leam'd professor, Bruuck ; I went to Worms, and got more drunken With that more leam'd professor, Kuhncken. lb. [Dr.] BEILBY PORTEOUS, Bishop of Chester and of London (1731- 1808). • due murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. Death, I. 154. War its thousands slays; Peace, its ten thousands. I. 178. Teach him how to live. And, oh ! still harder lesson, how to die. ' I. 316. HENRY PORTER (16th Century). Plain-dealing is a jewel, and he that useth it shall die a beggar. The Two Angry Women of Abington. WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED (1802-1839), Where'er One meek heart prays, God's love is there. The Legend of the Drachenfels, The glory and the glow Of the world's loveliness have passed away ; And Fate hath little to inflict, to-day. And nothing to bestow ! Stanzas. Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy, at Drury's. School and Schoolfellows. At. 1. 258 PRINCE-PRIOR. Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the Speaker. School and Schoolfellows. St. S. Forgotten— liSe a maiden speech, Which all men praise, but none remember. To a Lady. St. 5. I remember, I remember How my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, And the warmth of its July. I remember how my childhood fleeted. There is no pleasure like the pain Of being loved, and loving. Legend of the Haunted Tree, Lived she ? — in sooth 'twere hard to tell. Sleep counterfeited death so well. The Bridal of Belmont. Oh ! when a cheek is to be dried. All pharmacy is folly ; There's nothing like a rattling ride For curing melancholy ! The Troubadour. His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses ; It slipped from politics to puns : It parsed from Mahomet to Moses. The Ylcar. St. 5. And when religious sects ran mad, He held, in spite of all their learning. That if a man's belief is bad, It will not be improved by burm'ng. St. 9. Some jealousy of someone's heir. Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows — and then we parted. The Belle of the Ball. St. It Our parting was all sob and sigh — Our meeting was all mirth and laughter. St. IS. P. PRINCE (I9lh Century). For the good that man achieveth, — Good beyond an angel's doubt,-^ Such remains for aye and ever, And can not be Slotted out. The Two Angels. MATTHEW PRIOR (1664-1721). With the fond maids in palmistry he deals : They tell the secret first which he reveals. Henry and Emma. I. IS4. Better not do the deed than weep it done. I. SIS. That air and harmony of shape express Fine by degrees, and beautifully iess. i. ^1. For when one's proofs are aptly chosen. Four are as valid as a dozen. ' Alma. Cmito 1, I. 514. He's half absolved, who has confessed. Canto 2, I. SZ, For story and experience tell us, That man grows old and woman jealous ; Both would their little ends secure ; He sighs for freedom, she for power. I. 85. And 'tis remarkable, that they Talk most who have the least to say. I. 345. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And, oft repeating, they believe 'em. Canto 3, I. 13. Salad, and eggs, and lighter fare, Tuue the Italian spark's guitar ; And, if I take Dan Congreve light. Pudding and beef make Britons fight. Similes are like songs in love : They much describe ; they nothing prove. I. SI4. And trifles I alike pursue. Because they're old, because they're new. I. 36S. To be great, be wise : Content of spirit must from science flow, For 'tis a godlike attribute to know. Solomon. Boo/c 1, I. ^1. Human science is uncertain guess. I. ~jp. What takes our heart must merit our esteem. Sook 2, 1. 101. And it thou wouldst be happy, learn to I. $66. Abra was ready ere I called her name ; And, though I called another, Abra came, 1.364. The apples she had gathered smelt most sweet. The cakes she kneaded was the savoury meat : But fruits their odour lost, and meats their taste, If gentle Abra had not decked the feast ; Dishonoured did the sparkling goblet stand, Unless received from gentle Awa's hand. i.ps. For hope is but the dream of those that wake,* £ook 3, 1. 10$. Who breathes must suffer ; and who thinks, must mourn ; And he alone is blessed, who ne'er was bom, ;_ 239. What is a King? A man condemned to ■ bear The public burden of a nation's caye, ;. $70. ' Quintilian lias the following: "Otia animoram et spes manes, et velut somuia quadam vis-ilan. Hum " 1 see also Greek. " 'EfoiT^siu " ^.I. PEIOR— PROCTER. 259 Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart. The Thief and the Cordelier, Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock, When the big lip and watery eye Tell me the rising storm is nigh. The Lady's Looklng-Glass, Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ; The sou of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ?* Epitaph on himself Odds life ! must one swear to the truth of a song ? A Better Answer. That, if weak women went astray. Their stars were more in fault thaii they Hans Carvel. The end must justify the means. lb. The little pleasure of the game Is from afer to view the flight, t To the Hon. C. Montague. Prom ignorance our comfort flows, The only wretched are the wise.J lb. They never taste who always drink ; They always talk who never think. Upon a Passage in the Scaligera. Entire and sure the monarch's rule must prove. Who founds her greatness on her subjects' love. Prologue spoken on Her Majesty's Birthday (1704). In vain you tell your parting lover You wish fair winds may waft him over • Alas ! what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love ? A Song Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame. An Ode. All covet life, yet call it pain, • And feel the ill, yet shun the cure. Written In fflezeray's History of France. An artful woman makes a modem saint. Epigrams. The Modern Saint. How partial is the voice of Fame ! Partial Fame. Examples draw when precept fails. And sermons are less read than tales. The Turtle and the Sparrow. /. 192. [Own] life an ill whose only cure is death Epistle to Dr. Sherlock. ! £•'• "Johnnie Carnegie," etc. (Miscellaneous). t riie edition of 1692 prints tlic lines— "But all the pleasure of the game, Is afar off to view the flight." I Cf. Gray ; " Wliere ignorance is bliss," etc.^. She should be humble, who would please ; And she must suffer, who can love. Chloe Jealous. St, 5. Silence is the soul of war. Ode In Imitation of Horace. Mok 3, Ode Z. Verse comes from Heaven, like inward light ; Mere human pains can ne'er come by't ; The God, not we, the poem makes ; We only tell folks what he speaks. Epistle to Fleetwood Shephard. May H, 16S9, Pass their annals by : Nor harsh reflection let remembrance raise ; Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise. Carmen Seculare. I, IO4, Serene yet strong, majestic yet sedate. Swift without violence, without ten-or great. § I. m). The song too daring, and the theme too gi-eat. I. sm. He learns how stocks will fall or rise ; Holds poverty the greatest vice , Thinks wit the bane of conversation ; And says that learning spoils a nation. The Chameleon. Most of his faults brought their excuse with them. Quoted by Johnson in his " Lives of the Poets." (" Smith.") ADELAIDE A. PROCTER (1826-18fi4). The tempest rages wild and high ; The waves lift up their voice, and cry Fierce answers to the angry sky. ' The Storm. A cry goes up of great despair, — Miserere, Domine ! lb, I do not know what I was playing, || Or what I was dreaming then. But I struck one chord of music, . Like the sound of a great Amen. A iiost Chord. Now Time has fled— the world is strange, Something there is of pain and change ; My books lie closed upon my sbelf ; ' I miss the old heart in myself. A Student. Every word man's lips have uttered Echoes in God's skies. Words. Dreams grow holy put in action ; work grows fair through starry dreaming ; But where each flows on uimiingliiig, both are fruitless and in vain. . Philip and Mildred. See how time makes all grief decay. Life in Death. 1, § The Thames, imitated from Denham — •' TlioHgh deep, yet clear," etc. ii Tills line is so printed in " Legends and Lyrics." When set to music it is usually given, " I linow not what I was playing." 260 PROCTER— QUARLES. BRYAN WALLER PROCTER (Barry Cornwall) (1790-1874). The sea ! the sea ! the open sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! The Sea. I'm on the sea ! I'm on the sea ! I am where I would ever he, With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go. lb, I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more and more. lb. Touch us gently, gentle Time. lb. As the man beholds the woman. As the woman sees the man. Curiously they note each other, As each other only can. Never can the man divest her Of that wondrous charm of sex ; Ever must she, dreaming of him, That same mystic charm annex. The Sexes. He that can draw a charm From rocks, or woods, or weeds, or things that seem All mute, and does it — is wise. A Haunted Stream. Love is wiser than ambition. A Vision. Love's a thing that's never out of season. Gyges. 13. ■ Most writers steal a good thing when they can. Diego de HontlUo. 4. Her brow was fair, but very pale, and looked Like stainless marble ; a touch methought would soil Its whiteness. O'er her temple one blue vein Ean like a tendril. The Magdalen, WILLIAM PRYNNE (1600-1669). Plenty is the child of peace. Hlstrio-Mastlx. Act 1, 1. Plain dealing is the best when all is done. Act 3, 1. WILLIAM PULTENEY, Earl of Bath (1682-1764). Twelve good honest men shall decide in our cause. And be judges of fact though not judges of laws. The Honest Jury. {Sotuj in " The Craftsman.") FRANCIS QUARLES (1692-1644). Flee, and she follows; follow, and she'U flee ; .Than she there's none more coy: there's none more fond than she. Emblems. Book 1, Ao. 4. what a crocodilian world is this ! Ih, The pleasure, honour, wealth of sea and land Bring but a trouble ; The world itself, and all the world's command Is but a bubble. No. 6. who would trust this world, or prize what's in it. That gives and takes, and chops and changes every minute ? No. 9. Sweet Phosphor, bring the day, Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs , sweet Phosphor, bring the day No. I4. The last act crowns the play. No. 15. Spiff, ad Jill. We spend our midday sweat, cur mid- night oil ; We tire the night in thought, the day in toil. £oo/c 2, No. 2. Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. li. Man is Heaven's masterpiece. No. 6. Spiff, ad fin. All things are mixed, the useful with the vain. The good with bad, the noble with the vile. No. 7. 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. No. 10. Jipiff. ad fin. The pleasing way is not the right : He that would conquer Heaven must fight. No. 11. The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid, Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. j\'o. 13. How can I mend my title then? Where can Ambition find a higher style than man ? Book 3, No. 5. I see a brimstone sea of boiling fire, And fiends, with knotted whips of flaming wire. Torturing poor souls, that gnash their teeth in vain. And gnaw their flame-tormented tongues for pain. ]f„_ 24. The road to resolution lies by doubt : The next way home's the farthest way about. Book 4, No. 2. Spiff, ad fiil. I love the sea : she is my fellow-creature. Book S, No. 6. To heaven's high city I direct my journey. Whose spangled suburbs entertain mme QUARLES-RALEIGH. 261 Without Thy presence, wealth are bags of cares; Wisdom, but folly ; joy, disquiet, sadness : Friendship is treason, and delights are snares ; Pleasure's but pain, and mirth but pleasing madness. Emblems. Book o. No. 6. He that had no cross deserves no crown. Esther No man is bom unto himself alone ; Who lives imto himself, he lives to none. iSec. 1, Med. 1 He husbands best his life that freely gives It for the public good : he rightly lives That nobly dies : 'tis greatest mastery Not to be fond to live, nor fear to die Upon occasion. Sec. IB, Med. 15, Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks. Divine Poems. Protect his memory, and preserve his story Bemain a lasting monument of his glory. Lines on Drayton's Monument Come then my brethren, and be glad, And eke rejoice with me ; Lawn sleeves and rochets shall go down, And hey ! then up go we ! The Shepherd's Oracles. Song of Anarch/m. We'll cry both arts and learning down, And hey ! then up go we ! lb. He that begins to live begins to die. Hieroglyphics 1. Epig. 1, Man is man's A.B.C. There is none can Bead God aright, unless he first spell man. lb. Knowledge, when wisdom is too weak to guide her Is like a headstrong horse, that throws the rider. Hiscellanies. Our God and soldier we alike adore, When at the brink of ruin, not before ; After deUverance both aUke requited. Our God forgotten, and our soldiers slighted.* Epigram. * " God and the Doctor we .alike adore But only wiien in danger, not before ; The danger o'er, both are alike requited, God is forgotlcn, and the Doctor slighted." —Epigram by Bobt. Owen (1771-1858). A somewhat similar idea, in Latin, is in tlie works of John Owen, of Oxford, 1617 : " Intrantis medici facies tres esse videntur ^grotanti ; hominis, Dsemonis, atque Dei. Gumprimum accessitmedieusdixitquesalutem, En Deus aut custos ant^elus, seger ait." (To the sick man the physician when he enters seems to have three faces, those of a man, a devil, a god. When the physician first corner and announcesthe safety of the patient, then tlie sick man says : "Behold a God or a guardian angel I") O heavy burden of a doubtful mind ! A Feast for Worms. Sec. 1. Hard must he wink that shuts his eyes from heaven. See. S, Med. 3. The feast is good, until the reck'ning come. See. 6, Med. 6. He teaches to deny that faintly prays. Sec. 7, Med. 7. JOSIAH QUINCY (1772-1864). Amicably if they can, violently if they must.f Speech. In Congress, Jan. 14, 1811. [Sir] WALTER RALEIGH (1652- 1618). O eloquent, just, and mighty Death ! Whom none could advise, thou hast per- suaded ; what none hath dared thou na^t done ; and whom all the world hath flattered thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man; and covered it aJl over with these two narrow words: Hie jacet. History of the World. Booh 5, Fart 1. Fain would I climb yet fear I to fall.J Written on a Glass Window. 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. And PhUomel becometh dumb. lb. Go soul, the body's guest. Upon a thankless arrant ; Fear not to touch the best, — The truth shall be thy warrant. The Lie.) Go tell the Church it shows What's good, and doth no good. lb. Tell zeal it wants devotion, Tell love it is but lust. Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust. lb. Tell wisdom she entangles Herself in over-wiseness. lb. Tell schools they want profoundness. And stand too much on seeming. lb. t Quoted by Henry Glay in Congress, 1818 ; " Peaceably if we can. forcibly If we must." t Queen Elizabeth is said to have added the line : " If tliy heart fails thee, climb not at all." § Also attributed to Joshua Sylvester (1663- 1618) and to Sir John Davies (1670-1626). Tlia poem has been found in MS. dating from 1S93. 262 RAMSAY-REYNOLDS. Tell faith it's fled the city. The Lie. Stab at thee he that wiU, No stab the spul can kill. lo- Methougiit I saw the grave where Laura lay. To Spenser. Passions are likened best to floods and streams ; The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 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. li. He smarteth most who hides his smart. And sues for no compassion. lb Even such ia Time, that takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust. Verses written the night before his Death. But from this earth, this grave, this dust. My God shall raise me up, I trust. lb. Fame's but a hollow echo ; Gold, pure clay ; Honour, the darling but of one short day ; State, but a golden prison, to live in, And torture Iree-bom minds. A Farewell to the Yanitles of the World, Whoso reaps above the rest. With heaps of hate shall surely be opprest. In Commendation of tlie Steele Glas, You pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun.* The Shepherd to the Flowers. ALLAN RAMSAY (1686-1768). let fowk bode weel, and strive to do their beat ; ' Nae mair's required— let Heaven make out the rest. The Gentle Shepherd. Act 1, 2. A bleezing ingle, and a clean hearth- stane. lb. A dish of married love right soon grows cauld. /A. You have sae saft a voice and slid a tongue, You are the darling of baith atild and young- Eclogue. For when I dinna clearly see, I always own I dinna ken, And that's the way with wisest men. lb. THOMAS RANDOLPH (1605-1634). Men are more eloquent than women made ; But women are more powerful to persuade. Amyntas. P rologue. • Violets. He that's merciful Unto the bad, is cruel to the good. ' The Uuses' Looking Glass. Honour is a baby's rattle. Act 3, $. Marry too soon, and you'll repent too late. A sentence worth my meditation ; For marriage is a serious thing. The Jealous Lovers. Act 5, 1. There is no piety but amongst the poor. On the Content he enjoys in the Uuses. the divinity of being rich ! Hey for Honesty. Act 2, S. WILLIAM B. RANDS (1823-1880). 1 saw a new world in my dream. Where all the follies alike did seem : There was no Child, there was ho Mother, There was no Change, there was no Other. Lilliput Levee. / saw a New World. And I thought to myself, How nice it is For me to hve in a world like this. Where things can happen, and clocks can strike. And none of the people are made alike, lb. [Rev.J JOHN RAY (1628-1705). He that uses many words for the explaining any subject, doth, like the cuttle fish, hide himself for the most part in his own ink. On the Creation. CHARLES READE, D.C.L. (1814-1884). Make 'em laugh ; make 'em cry ; make 'em wait. Kecipe for writing novels. Given to a young novelist. FREDK. REYNOLDS (1765-1841). As for the women, though we scorn and flout 'em, We may live with, but cannot live without 'em. The Will. Act 1, 1. How goes the enemy? [Said by Mr. Ennui, " the time-killer."] lb. I pay debts of honour, — not honomable debts. Act 3, 2. [Sir] JOSHUA REYNOLDS (1723-1792). A mere copier of nature can never produce anything great. f Discourses on Painting. No. 3. t " There are those who think that not to copy naUn-e is the rule for attaining perfection."— HazliWs_" Table Talk": "A Landscape of N. RHODES -ROGERS. 263 If you have genius, industry -will improve it; if you have none, induslyy will supply its place. Saying. As quoted by John Graham to Edinburgh Art Students.* WILLIAM B. RHODES (fl. 1800). Get out of my sight or I'll knock you down. Bombastes Furloso. Hope told a flattering tale, Much longer than my arm. That love and pots of ale In peace would keep me warm. lb. This mom, as sleeping in my hed I lay, I dreamt (and Inorniug dreams come ti'ue they say) .t [b. No, no, I'll love no more ; let him who can Fancy the maid who fancies every man. In some lone place I'll find a gloomy cave. There my own hands shall dig a spacious grave. Then all unseen I'll lay me down and die Since woman's constancy is — all my eye. lb. But ah ! should she false-hearted prove, Suspended, I'll dangle in air ; A victim to delicate love, In Dyot Street, Bloomshury Square. lb, " Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bomhastes face to face," Thus do I challenge all the human race. lb. Bombas: So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar ; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. King : So have I heard on Afeio's burning shore ■ Another lion give a grievous roar. And the first lion thought the last a bore ! lb. Oh, I am slain ! I'd give a pot of beer to live again. lb. Pate cropped him short — for be it understood He would have lived much longer, if he could ! lb. [Sir] BENJ. WARD RICHARDSON, M.D. (1828-1896). The devil in solution.^ Description of Alcohol. At a meeting in Berkshire. * See Smiles, "Self Help," chap. 6. f "Namquc sub Anrorft jam dormitante lucemd (Somnia quo cerai tempSre vera Solent)." — Ovid, Ep. 19, Hero LeandrOj 196.— " Post mediam noctem visus, quum somnia vera."— Horace, " Satires," Book 1, 10, 31. The same idea occurs in TibuUus and Moschus. J See Kcv. Robert Hall, p. 165 ; also Shakes- peare : " Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. ' EDWARD ROBINSON (19tk Cen- tury). Thou that to pass the world's four parts dost deem No more than 'twere to go to bed, or drink. To Captain Koblnson of Virginia. EARL OF ROCHESTER (John Wilmot (1647-1680). Heason, an ignis fatuus of the mind. A Satire Against Mankind.^ I. 11. Books bear him up awhile, and make liim try To swim with bladders of philosophy. I. ^. Then Old Age and Experience, hand in handi Lead him to Death, and make him under- stand. After a search so painful and so long, That all his life he has been in the wrong. || I. t5. For all men would be cowards if they durst. 1. 157. For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose. The best good man, with the worst-natured Muse. An Allusion to Horace. Sat. 10, Boole 1. 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 Charles Il.'a Bedchamber Door. {Traditional.) A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King. Angels listen when she speaks : She's my delight, all mankind's wonder. A Song. Nothing ! thou elder brother even to shade. Upon Nothing. Since 'tis Nature's law to change. Constancy alone is strange. A Dialogue. I. SI. Womankind more joy discovers Making fools, than keeping lovers. I. 71. SAMUEL ROGERS (1763-1855). When all things pleased, for life itself was new. And the heart promised what the fancy drew. Pleasures of Memory. Part 1. 'Twas all he gave, 'twas all he had to give. /*. § Imitation of Boireau. II These lines were quoted by Goetlie, In " Wiilir- heit and Diohtung," as an exampli- of the gloomy misanthropy of English poetry. " Volumes," says Goethe, "might be written on the 'dreadful text' of this passage." 264 ROGERS. Lulled in the countless cMmters of the Our ^thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Pleasures of Memory. Part 1. Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. ^ Jrart SI. Devout yet cheerful, active yet resigned,* Grant me, like thee whose heart knew no disguise, . j i • Whose blameless wishes never aimed to nse, To meet the changes Time and Chance present, . t it. With modest dignity and calm content. 10. If but a beam of sober Beason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away. Bead in the temper that he wrote, And may his gentle spirit guide thee ! Voyage of Columbus. Inscription on the Original MS. Praise cannot wound his generous spii-it now. Canto 1. I sing a Man, amid his sufferings here, Who watched and sei-ved with humbleness and fear ; Gentle to others, to himself severe.f Canto 6. Yet ah, how lovely in her tears ! Jacqueline. Part 1, Oh ! 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. J lb. Her voice, whate'er she said, enchanted ; Like music to the heart it went. And her dark eyes — ^how eloquent ! Ask what they would 'twas granted. lb. True as the echo to the sound. Part 2. Oh rather, rather hope to bind The ocean- wave, the mountain-wind ; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet rolling round. lb. The Good are better made by 111, As odours crushed are sweeter still. Part 3. Her tears her only eloquence. lb. Think nothing done while aught remains to do. Human Lite. Holds secret converse with the Mighty Dead. /*. * " Devout, yet cheerful ; pious, not austere ; To others lenient, to himself sincere." — " On a Friend," by J. M. Harney, M.D., native of Kentucky, c. 1S16. + See the preceding note. iSeeBni'ns: "To see her is to love her," p. 4li, A guardian angel, o'er his life presiding. Doubling his pleasures, and his cares - dividing. To fire-side happiness, and hours of ease Blessed with that charm, the certamty to please. -'*• The soul of music slumbers in the shell. Till waked and kindled by the masters And feeling hearts— touch them but rightly— pour ,, A thousand melodies unheard before. lb. To pleasure such as leaves no sting behind. On he moves. Careless of blame while his oivn heart approves. ■'"• Through the wide world he only is alone Who lives not for another. Come what wUl, . ^.„ The generous man has his compamon still. Age has now Stamped with its signet that ingenuous brow.§ ■'"• But there are moments which he calls his own: Then, never less alone than when alone. Those whom he loved so long and sees no more. Loved and still loves— not dead — ^but gone before, He gathers round him. lb. Giant Error, darkly grand, Grasped the globe with iron hand. Ode to Superstition. 2, 1, 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. Her tea she sweetens, as she sips, with scandal. Written to be spoken by Mrs. Slddons. The sweet expression of that face. For ever changing, yet the same. A Farewell. Gone to the world where birds are blest ! Where never cat glides o'er the green. Epitaph on a Robin. The only universal tongue. [Music] . Italy. Bergamo, §See Scott (1310): " On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage." Eogers' lines were written in 1819. if The law of gravitation. ROSCOMMON— ROSSETTI. 265 Subtle, discerning, eloquent, the slave Of Love, of Hate, for ever in extremes ; Gentle when unprovoked, easily won, But quick in quarrel — through a thousand shades His spirit flits, chameleon-like ; and mocks The eye of the observer. [Sketch of Italian character.] Italy. Venice. When all the illusions of his Youth were fled, Indulged perhaps too much, cherished too long. ArqiM. He is now at rest ; And praise and blame fall on his ear alike. Now dull in death. Yes, Byron, thou art gone, Gone like a star that through the firmament Shot and was lost, in its eccentric course Dazzling, perplexing. Yet thy heart, me- thinks, Was generous, noble — noble in its scorn Of all things low or little ; nothing there Sordid or servile. Bologna, Thou art gone ; And he that would assail thee in thy grave, Oh, let him pause ! For who among us all. Tried as thou wert — even from thine earliest years, When wandering, yet unspoilt, a highland hoy- Tried as thou wert, and with thy soul of flame; Pleasure, while yet the down was on thy cheek, TJpb'fting, pressing, and to lips like thine, Her charmed cup — ah, who among us all Could say he had not erred as much, and more ? iJ. There's such a charm in melancholy I would not, if I could, be gay. To . That old hereditary bore, The steward. A Character. EARL OF ROSCOMMON {See DILLON). EARL OF ROSEBERY (Archibald P. Primrose, 5th Earl) (b. 1847). Few speeches which have produced an electrical effect on an audience can bear the colourless photography of a printed record. Life of Pitt. Chap. IS. It is beginning to be hinted that we are a nation of amateurs. Kectorlal Address. Glasgow. Nov. 16, 1900. The first advice I have to give the party is that it should clean its slate. Speech. Chesterfield. Dec. 16, 1901. ALEXANDER ROSS (1698-1784}. Wooed, and married, and a', Married and wooed and a' ! And was she nae veiy weel off That was wooed, and married, and a' ? Son^. CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI (1830-1894). Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us. Goblin Market. Their mother hearts beset with fears, Their lives bound up in tender lives. lb. For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather ; To cheer one on the tedious way. To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down. To strengthen whilst one stands. Vj. She sang the tears into his eyes, The heart out of his breast. Maiden-Song. Scanty goods have I to give, Scanty skill to woo ; But I have a will to work, And a heart for you. lb. Sleep that no pain shall wake, Night that no morn shall break. Till joy shall overtake Her perfect peace. Dream Land. Harsh towards herself, towards others full of ruth. A Portrait. 1. And hated all for love of Jesus Christ. lb. We Englishmen, trim, correct. All minted in the self-same mould, Warm hearted but of semblance cold. All-courteous out of self-respect. Enrica. Swift-footed to uphold the right And to uproot the wrong. Noble Sisters. And in his heart my heart is locked. And in his life my life. lb. Eemember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land. Kemember. Better by far you should forget and smile, Than that you should remember and be sad. lb. There is no music more for him, His lights are out, his feast is done : His bowl that sparkled at the brim Is drained, is broken, cannot hold. A Peal of BellSi 266 HOSSETTI-ROWE. Once it came into my heart, and whelmed me like fi flood. That these too are men and women, human flesh and hlood ; Men with hearts and men with souls, though trodden down like mud. A Royal Princess. St. I'J. Weep not, O friend, we should not weep : Our friend of friends lies full of rest : No sorrow rankles in her breast, ' Fallen fast asleep. She sleeps below, She wakes and laughs above ; To-day, as she walked, let us walk in love; To-morrow, follow so. My Friend. For^what is knowledge duly weighed ? Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet ; Yea ajl the progress he had made Was but to learn that all is small Save love, for love is all in all. The Convent Threshold. The girls might flout and scout me. But the boys would hang about me. The Iniquity of the Fathers. No wonder that his soul was sad, When not one penny piece he had. Johnny. Men work and think, but women feel. An " Immurata " Sister. All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass. Passing and Glassing. And if thou wilt, remember, Aud if thou wilt, forget. Song, men 1 am dead, my Dearest. And where are you going with your love- locks flowing f Amor Mundi. DANTE G. ROSSETTI (1828-1882). The hour when you too learn that all is vain, And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap. Sonnets. No. 44. My name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Fare- well. No. W. The sea hath no king but God alone. The White Ship. Bums of all poets is the most a Man. On Burns. Fond of fun. And fond of dress, and change and praise, So mere a woman in her ways. Jenny. But the wine is bright at the goblet's brim, Though the poison lurk beneath. The King's Tragedy. Waving, whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze, And what says the breeze to you ? Adieu. Unto the man of yearning, thought Arid aspiration to do naught Is in itself almost an act. Soothsay. NICHOLAS HOWE (1673-1718). To the brook and the willow that heard him complain, Ah willow, willow. Poor CoUn sat weeping and told them his pain; Ah willow, willow ; ah willow, willow. Song. Ah Willow, As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great.* The Fair Penitent. Prologue, At length the mom and cold indifference came. Act i, 1. Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend, Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behind With whips and stings. Act S, 1. is she not more than painting can express. Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? I am myself the guardian of my honour, lb. Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario ? Act 5, 1. He wears the marks of many years well spent. Jane Shore. Minds, By nature great, are conscious of their greatness, Aud hold it mean to borrow aught from flattery. Royal ConYert. I trust thee with the partner of my soul, My wife, the kindest, dearest, and the truest. That ever wore the name. Act H, 1. War, the needy bankrupt's last resort Pharsalia. Book 1, 343. When fair occasion calls, '.tis fatal to delav. Book 1, BIS. The vulgar falls, and none laments his fate. Sorrow has haj'dly leisure for the great. Boole 4. Thus some, who have the stars surveyed. Are ignorautly led To thitLK those glorious lamps were made To light Tom Fool to bed. On a Fine Woman who had ' a Dull Husband. Ht. 4. A purer soul, and one more like yourselves, Ne'er entered at the golden gates of bliss. Lady Jane Grey. Act 1. 1. • Cf. " None think the great unhappy, but the gicat." — YouNo, " Love of Fame." EiOWLEY— RUSSELL. 267 WILLIAM ROWLEY (17th Century). The longest sorrow finds at last relief. & New Wonder, a woman never vexed. Act 4, 1. JOHN RUSKIN (1819-1900). The faculty of degrading God's works which man calls his " imagination." Modern Painters. 1. Preface. He is the greatest artist who has embodied, in the sum of his works, the greatest number of the greatest ideas. 1, Part 1, Sea 1, Chap. H, Sec. 9. They are good furniture pictures, ■ imworthy of praise, and undeserving of blame. X, Part 11, See. 5, Ghap. 1, Sec. W. They are the weakest-minded and the hardest-hearted men, that most love variety and change. 2, Part 2, Chap. 6, Sec. 7, Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth, or affectation. M. The higher a man stands, the more the word "vxilgar" becomes uninteUigible to him. S, Part 4, Chap. 7, Sec. 9. We English have many false ideas about reverence : we should be shocked, for instance, to see a market-woman come into church with a basket of eggs on her arm. Chap. 10, Sec. n. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one. Chap. 16, Sec. S8. Going by railroad I do not consider as travelling at all ; it is merely being "sent " to a place, and very little different from beoonimg a parcel. Chap. 17, Sec. Z4. Tour railroad, when you come to understand it, is only a device for making the world smaller. Sec.SS. Pride 13 at the bottom of all great mistakes.- 4, Part 5, Sec. f^. raise things may be imagined, and false things composed; but only truth can be invented. B, Part 8, Chap. 4, Sec. ». Gentlemanliness, being another word for intense humanity. 5, Part 9, Chap. 7, Sec. fS. That mysterious forest below London Bridge. Chap. 9, Sec. 7. The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most. The Stones of Venice. ^, Chap. 5, Sec. SO. No architecture is so haughty . as that which is simple. Chap. 6, Sec. 7S. He who has the truth at his heart need never fear the want of persuasion on his tongue. See. 99 {Infidelitas), Speaking truth is like writing fair, aud only comes by practice. The Seven Lamps of Architecture. Chap, g, Sec. 1. Among the first habits that a young architect should learn, is that of thinlong in shadow. Chap. 3, See. IS. It is the very temple of discomfort, and the only charity that the builder can extend to us is to show us, plainly as may be, how soonest to escape from it. [This refers to the architecture of railway stations.] Chap. 4, ,Se.-. 21. That treacherous phantom which men call Liberty. Chap. 7, Sec. 1. The greatest efforts of the race have always been ti'aceable to the love of praise, as its greatest catastrophes to the love of pleasure. Sesame and Lilies. See. 1, S. Nothing is ever done beautifully which is" done in rivalship, nor nobly which is done in pride. Ethics of the Dust. A little group of wise hearts is better than" a wilderness of fools. Crown of Wild Oiive. War, II4. There is only one way of seeing things rightly, and that is, seeing the whole of them. The Two Paths. Lecture 2. Fine art is that in which the hand, the head, and the heart go tpgether. lb. No human being, however great, or powerful, was ever so free as a fish. Lecture 5. You may either win your peace or buy it: win it, by resistance to evil; buy it, by compromise with evil. Ih. God never imposes a duty without giving time to do it. Lectures on Architecture. No. 2. Our respect for the dead, when they are just dead, is something wonderful, and the way we show it more wonderful still. Political Economy of Art. Lecture i. LORD JOHN RUSSELL (1T92-1878). The wit of one man, the wisdom of many.* Quarterly Review. September, 1850. Conspicuous by its absenoe.f Election Address to the Electors of the City of London. April 6, 1859. * Claimed by Lord John Russell as his original dcflnition of a proverb. t The idea of this saying was derived from a passage in Tacitus ; '' Frsefulgebant Cassius atque Brutus eo ipso, quod effigies eorum non visebantur. " — "Annals," Book 3, concluding paragraph. (Cas- sius and Brutus were the more distinguisiiea for that very circumstance that their portraits were absent— tie. from the funeral of Junia, wife of Cassius and sister to Brutus— although the insignia of twenty illustrious families were earned in the procession.) 268 SACKVILLE-SAXE. THOMAS SACKVILLE, Earl of Dorset (1636-1608). So, in this way of writing without thinking, Thou hast a strange alacrity in sinking. Satire on Edward Howard. His drink, the running stream ; his cup, the bare Of his palm closed ; his bed, the hard, cold ground. Mirrour for Magistrates. Misery. Heavy Sleep, the Cousin of Death. Sleep. Went ou three feet, and sometimes crept on four. Old Age. His withered iist still knocking at death's door. Jb. Thrice he began to tell hia doleful tale. And thrice the sighs did swallow up his voice. Henry, Duke of Buckingham. HENRY ST. JOHN, Viscount Boling- broke (1678-1751). The love of history seems inseparable from human nature because it seems inseparable from self-love. On the Study and Use of History. Letter 1. I have read somewhere or other— in Diony- sius of Halicarnassus, I think— that History is Philosophy teaching by examples.* Letter ^.f Nations, like men, have their infancy. Letter 4- All our wants, beyond those which a very moderate income will supply, are purely imaginary. Letter. To Swift, March 17, 1719. Plain truth will influence half a score men at most in a nation, or an age, while mystery will lead millions by the nose. July S8, 1721. Pests of society ; because their endeavours are directed to loosen the bands of it, and to take at least one curb out of the mouth of that wild beast man. % Sept. 12, 1724, Suspense, the only insupportable mis- tortune of life. July $4, 17^5. Truth lies within a little and certain com- pass, but error is immense. Reflections upon Exile. * Quoted from Dinnyslus of Halicarnassus who was quoting Thucydldes. t Invariably (and frequently) quoted by Carlyle " Histoiy 13 philosophy teaching by experience.'' } Eeferring to free-thinkers and religion. MARQUIS OF SALISBURY (RoM- A. Talbot Cecil, 3rd Marquis) (1830-1903). Can it be maintained that a person of any education can learn anything worth knowing from a penny paper ? It may be said that people may learn what is said in Parliament. Well, will that contribute to their education f Speeches. Mouse of Commons, 1S81. § More worthy of an attorney than a states- man. /i.|| With his hand upon the throttle-valve of crime. Souse of Lords, 1889.% RICHARD SAVAGE (1698-1743). He lives to build, not boast, a generous race : No tenth transmitter of a f ooush face. The Bastard. I. 7. Perhaps been poorly rich, and meanly great, The slave of pomp, a cipher in the state. I. 39. O Memory ! thou soul of joy and pain ! 1./77. No mother's care Shielded my infant innocence with prayer ; No father's guardian hand my youui maiu- taiued, Called forth my virtues, or from vice restrained. /. 87. Those little creatures whom we are pleased to call the Great. Letter to a Friend. When anger rushes, unrestrained, to action. Like a hot steed, it stumbles in ite way. Sir Thos. Overbury. Once to distrust is never to deserve. The Volunteer Laureate. No. 4. Such, Polly, are your sex— pait troth, part fiction ; Some thought, much whim, and all a con- tradiction. Verses to a Young Lady. Worth is by worth in every rank admired. Epistle to Aaron Hill. GEORGE SAVILLE, Marquis of Halifax (1630-1696). Friends are not so easily made as kept. Maxims of State. 12. Justice must tame, whom mercy cannot win. On the Death of Charles IL JOHN G. SAXE (b. 1816). But she was rich, and he was poor, And so it might not be. The Way of the World. § On tlie Bcpeal of the Paper Duties. 11 The remark was afterwards withdrawn as being" a great in.iustiee to tlie attorneys." H On tlie Parnell Commission, 1S89. SCOT— SCOTT. 269 ALEXANDER SCOT (bora c. 1530). They would have all men tound and thrall To them, and they for to be free. Of Womankind. [Sir] WALTER SCOTT (1771-1832). November's sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear. Harmlon. Canto 1. Introduction, The vernal sun new life bestows. Even on the meanest flower that blows. lb. And wit that loved to play, not wound. lb. If ever from an English heart, here let prejudice depart ! lb. Stood for his country's glory fast. And nailed her colours to the mast. lb Fi'ofaned theGod-given strength, andmarred the lofty line, lb. Coal-black, and grizzled here and there. But more through toil than age. Canto 1, St. 5 His square-turned joints, and strength of limb, Showed him no carpet knight so trim, But, in close fight, a champion grim, In camps, a leader sage. lb. And frame love ditties passing rare, And sing them to a lady fair. St. 7. Stout heart, and open hand. St. 10. For lady's suit, and minstrel's strain, By knight should ne'er be heard in vain. St. 13. We hold our greyhound in our hand. Our falcon on our glove ; But where should we find leash or band For dame that loves to rove ? Let the wild falcon soar her swing, She'll stoop when she has tired her wing. St. 17. 1 love such holy ramblers ; still They know to charm a weary hill With song, romance, or lay ; Some jovial tale, or glee, or jest, Some lying legend at the least, They bring to cheer the way. St. 25. Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth When thought is speech, and speech is truth. Canto 2. Introduction. When musing on companions gone, We doubly feel ourselves alone. lb. Love, to her ear, was bat a name Combined with vanity and shame. St. 3, Her hopes, her fears,- her joys were all Bounded within the cloister wall. lb. Her kinsmen bade her give her hand To one who loved her for Tier land. St. 5. In Saxon strength that abbey frowned, With massive arches broad and round. St. 10. Built ere the art was known By pointed aisles, and shafted stalk, The arcades of an alleyed walk To emulate in stone. lb. 'Tis an old tale, and often told. St. f7. And come ho slow, or come he fast, It is but Death who comes at last. St. 30. Still from the grave their voice is heard. Canto 3. Introduclicn . Theirs was the glee of martial breast. And laughter theirs at little jest. St. 4. Yet, trained in camps, he knew the art To win the soldiers' hardy heart. They love a captain to obey, Boisterous as March, yet fresh as May ; With open hand, and brow as free, Lover of wine and minstrelsy. lb. In the lost battle. Borne down by the flying. Where mingles war's rattle. With groans of the dying. St. 11. Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever ; Blessing shall hallow it,— Never, O never ! lb. High minds, of native prid6 and force, Most deeply feel thy pangs, Kemorse ! St. 13. Wearied from doubt to doubt to flee. We welcome fond credulity, Guide confident, though blind. St. SO. Far may we search before we find A heart so manly and so kind ! Canto 4- Introduction. The flash of that satiric rage. Which, bursting on the early stage, Branded the vices of the age, And broke the keys of Eome. iS*. 7. Eemains of rude magnificence. St. 11. The saddest heart might pleasure take To see all natm-e gay. Str. 15. 'Twere good That kings would think withal, When peace and wealth their land has blessed 'Tis better to sit still and rest. Than rise, perchance to fall. St. B9. Where's the coward that would not dare To fight for such a land ? St. SO. But lookiiig liked, and liking loved. Canto 5. Introduction. Bold in thy applause. The Bard shall scorn pedantic laws. lb. 270 SCOTT, And, oh ! he had that merry glance That seldom lady's heart resists. 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. Harmion. Canto 5, St. 9. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war. There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. St. 12. With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye, lb. But woe awaits a country when She sees the tears of bearded men. jS"^. 16. Heap on more wood I The wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Chrismas merry still. Each age has deemed the new born year The fittest time for festal cheer. Canto 6. Introduction. Power laid his rod and rule aside, And Ceremony doffed her pride. lb. If unmelodious was the song. It was a hearty note and strong; lb, England was merry England, when Old Christmas brought his sports again, 'Twas Christmas broached the mightiest ale, 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale ; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year, lb. Small thought was his, in after-time E'er to be hitched into a rhyme. lb. A life both dull and dignified, St. 1. And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall ? St. I4. Oh what a tangled web we weave When first we practise to deceive ! St. 17. And such a yell was there. Of sudden and portentous birth. As if men fought upon the earth, Ajid fiends in upper air. St. 25. Good-night to Marmion. St. 28. O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please. And variable as the shade By the li^ht quivering aspen made, — When pam and anguish wi-ing the brow, A ministering angel thou ! St. SO. Forgot were hatred, wrongs, and fears ; The plaintive voice alone die hears, Sees but the dying man. iJ. A sinful heart makes feeble hand. St. SI, The monk, with unavailing ■cares, Exhausted all the Church's prayers. St. S2. Charge Chester, charge ! On, Stanley, on-! , Were the last words of Marmion. lb. O for a blast of that dread horn On Fontarabian echoes home ! St. 33. With thy heart commune, and be still- If ever, in temptation strong, Thou left'st the right path for the wrong. If every devious step, thiis trode, StiU led thee farther from the road ; Dread thou to speak presvunptuous doom On noble Marmion's lowly tomb ; But say, " He died a gallant knight. With sword in hand, for England's right." St. 37. Why then a final note prolong. Or lengthen out a closing song ? L'Envol. To all, to each, a fair good-night And pleasing dreams, to slumbers light ! lb. Court not the critic's smile, nor dread his frown. Harold the Dauntless. Introduction. An evil counsellor is despair. Canto 1, St. 21. And thus Hope me deceived, as she deceiveth all. Canto S, St. 1, 'Tis wisdom's use StiU to delay what we dare not refuse. Canto 4, St. 11. Comparing what thou art. With what thou might'st have been. Waterloo. 18. The stag at eve had drunk his fill. Lady of the Lake. Canto 1, St. 1, 'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er. -Si!, e. Two dogs of black St. Hubert's breed, Unmatdied for courage, breath, and speed. St.7. Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy lite, my gallant grey ! St. 9. Back hmped, with slow and crippled pace, The sulky leaders of the chase. St. 10. The rocky summits, split and rent. Formed turret, dome, or battlement, Or seemed fantastically set With cupola or minaret. St, 11. In listening mood, she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand. St. 17. And ne'er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace, Of finer form, or lovelier face ! Wha,t though the sun, with arfent frown. Had slightly tinged her cheek with brown, A foot more light, a step more true, "" Ne'er from the heath-flower dashed the dew. //. SCOTT. 271 On his bold visage middle age Had slightly pressed its signet sage, Yet not had quenched the open truth And fiery vehemence of youth. Lady ot the Lajke. Canto 1, st. 21. The will to do, the soul to dare. lb. His limbs were cast in manly mould, Tor hardy sports or contest bold. lb. His reafly speech flowed fair and free. In phrase of gentlest com'tesy ; Yet seemed ttat tone, and gesture bland. Less used to sue than to command; ZJ. Well showed the elder lady's mien That coiirts and cities she had seen. St. 30. Soldier, rest ! thy warfare o'er. Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking. Bream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking. St. SI. Huntsman, rest ! thy chase is done. St. SB, True be thy sword, thy friend sincere, Thy lady constant, kind, and dear ! Canto 2, st. 2, Thy mirth refrain. Thy hand is on a lion's mane. St. W. Children know, Instinctive taught, the friend and foe. St. 14. Hail to the Chief who in triumph advances, St. 19. Some feelings are to mortals given, With less ot earth in them than heaven. St. n. The chase I follow far, 'Tis mimicry of noble war. St. 26. And each upon his rival glared, With foot advanced, and blade half bared. St. 34. Time rolls his ceaseless course. Canto 3, st. 1. Mildly and soft the western breeze Just kissed the lake, just stirred the trees. St. 2 Like the dew on the mountain, Like the foam on the river, Like the bubble on the fountain, Thou art gone, and for ever. St. 16. Grief claimed his right, and tears their com'se. St. 18, The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new. And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears ; The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in tears. Canto 4t st. 1. At length the fateful answer came. St., 6. Which spills the foremost foeman's life, JTiat party conquers in the strife, lb. I love to hear of worthy foes. St. 8. Each silent, each upon his guard, ' St. 20. That diamond dew, so pure and clear. It rivals all but Beauty's tear. Canto 5, st. 2. Your own good blades must win the rest. St. 7. Secret path marks secret foe. St. 8. He manned himself with dauntless air, Returned the Chief his haughty stare. And back against a rock he bore. And firmly placed his foot before : — " Come one, come all ! this rook shall fly From its firm base as soon as I ! " St. 10. Respect was mingled with surprise, And the stem joy which warriors feel In foemen worthy of their steel. lb. Can nought but blood our feud atone ! St. 13. Thou add'st but fuel to my hate. St. I4. I thank thee, Roderick, for the word ! It nerves my heart, it steels my sword. 16. Now trace, farewell, and ruth, begone ! lb. And all too late the advantage came. St. 16. 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 fevered blood. Thou many-headed, monster-thing, O who would wish to be thy King ? ;Sif. 30. Where, where was Roderick then ? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men. Canto 6, st. 18. The plaided warriors of the North. St. 19. The Monarch drank, that happy hour. The sweetest, ioliest draught of Power. St. 28. The hills grow dark. On purple peaks a deeper shade descending. Conclusion. The way was long, the wind was cold. The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His vrithered cheek, and tresses grey. Seemed to have known a better- day. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Introdtiction. The unpremeditated lay. lb. Old times were changed, old manners gone ; A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne ; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. lb. And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear, - ■ lb. Whose ponderous grate and massy bar Had oft rolled back the tide of war. lb. 272 SCOTT. His trembling hand had lost the ease, Which marks security to please. Lay of the Last Minstrel. Introduction The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot. lb. They carved at the meal With gloves of steel. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barred. Canto 1, st. 4. Such is the custom of Branksome Hall. St. 7. Vengeance, deep-brooding o'er the slain, Had locked the source of softer woe ; And burning pride, and high disdain Forbade the rising tear to flow. St. 9. To her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air. St. 12. What shall be the maiden's fate ? Who shall be the maiden's mate ? St. 16. Steady of heart, and stout of hand. St. $1. Sir William of Deloraine, good at need. Si. 2i. Ambition is no cure for love. St. f/. Yet through good heart, and Our Lady's grace At length he gained the landing place. St. S9. If thou would'st view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight. Canto 2, it. 1. fading honours of the dead ! Of high ambition, lowly laid ! St. 10. 1 was not always a man of woe. St. 12. I cannot tell how the truth may be ; I say the tale as 'twas said to me. St. 22. My heart is dead, my veins are cold : I may not, must not, sing of love. St. 30 Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above ; For love is heaven, and heaven is love. Canto S, St. 2. The meeting of these champions proud Seemed like the bursting thunder-cloud. St. 5. He was always for ill, and never for good. Si. 12. And laughed, and shouted, " Lost ! Lost ! Lost ! " St. IS. He never counted him a man. Would strike below the knee. Si. V. Along thy wild and willowed shore. Canto 4, it. 1. Dear to me is my bonny white steed ; Oft has he helped me at pinch of need. ■ St. 10. For ne er Was flatt»ry lost on poet's ear. A simple race ! they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile. St. 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. Canto 5, st. 1. True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven. St. IS. It is the secret sympathy. The silver Unk, the silken tie. Which heart to heart, and mind to mind. In body and in soul can bind. Ji. Scarce rued the boy his present plight. So much he longed to see the fight. St. IS. Not vou, but Fate, has vanquished me. •^ ' St. 20. As I am true to thee and thine, Do thou be true to me and mine ! lb. He would not waken old debate. For he was void of rancorous hate, Though rude, and scant of courtesy. St. 2S. Yet, rest thee God ! for well I know I ne'er shall find a nobler foe. St. 29. Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, V^Tio never to himself hath said. This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned. As home his footsteps he hath turned. 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, fiom whence he sprung, Unwept, unhououred, and unsung. Canto 6, st. 1. O Caledonia ! stem and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood. Laud of my sires ! St. 2. Unknown the manner of his death. St. 7. For love will still be lord of all. St. '11. Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Eossibelle. St. 23. From many a garnished niche around, Stern saints and tortured martyrs frowned. St. 29. That day of wrath, that dreadful day. When heaven and earth shall- pass away. St. 31, SCOTT. 273 Oft had he changed his weary side, Composed his limbs, and vainly sought By effort strong to banish thought. Sleep came at length, but with a train Of feelings true and fancies vain, Mingling, in wild disorder cast, The expected future with the past. Rokeby. Canto 1, si. 2. He woke and feared again to close His eyelids In such dire repose. St. 4- He saw and scorned the petty wile. 5*. 6. Death had he seen by sudden blow, By wasting plague, by tortures slow, By mine or breach, by steel or ball, Knew all his shapes, and scorned them all. St. 8. Assumed despondence bent his head. While troubled joy was in his eje. The well-feigned sorrow to behe. St. I4. Doubts, horrors, superstitious fears Saddened and dimmed descending years. St. 17. Thoughts from the tongue that slowly part. Glance quick as lightning through the heart. St. 19. Hour after hour he loved to pore On Shakespeare's rich and varied lorS. St. Hi. Friendship, esteem, and fair regard, And praise, the poet's best reward ! St. f7. For not to rank nor sex confined Is this vain ague of the mind, (Superstition.) Canto g, St. 11. The sparkle of his swarthy eye. Cmto S, St. 4. Speai thy purpose out ; I love not mystery or doubt; St. 11. He bids the ruddy cup go round, Till sense and sorrow both are drowned. St. 15. Much then I learned, and much can show. Of human guilt and human woe. Yet ne'er have, in my wanderings, known A wretch whose sorrows matched my own. Canto 4, St. m. His face was of the doubtful kind That wins the eye, but not the mind. Canto 5, st. 16. His was the subtle look and sly. That, spying all, seems nought to spy. lb. So flits the world's uncertain span ! Nor zeal for God, nor love for man Gives mortal monuments a date Beyond the power of Time and Fate. Camto 8, si. 1. And sidelong glanced, as to explore, In meditated flight, the door. St. g, 18 a Fell as he was in act and mind. He left no bolder heart behind ; Then give him, for a soldier meet, A soldier's cloak for winding sheet. St. S3. So— now, the danger dared at last, Look back, and smile at perils past. Bridal of Triermaln. Introduetion. St, 2. Like Collins, ill-starred name ! Whose lay's requital was, that tardy Fame, Who bound no laurel round his living head. Should hang it o'er his monument when dead. St. 8- So sweet, so soft, so faint. It seemed an angel's whispered call To an expiring saint. Canto 1, st. 4> Where lives the man that has not tried. How mirth can into folly glide, And folly mto sin P St. SI. For priests will allow of a broken vow. For penance or for gold. Canto S, st. 17. Brand him who will vrith base report, — He shall be free from mine. St. IS. Lordlings and witlings not a few, Incapable of doing aught. Yet ill at ease with nought to do. Si. 28. But answer came there none. Canto 3, st. 10. O, hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight. Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright ; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see The/ all are belonging, dear baby, to thee. Lullaby of an Infant Chief. Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended ; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded ! Pibroch of Donald Dhu. While there's leaves in the forest, and foam on the river, MacGregor, despite them, shall fourish for ever. UacGregor's Gathering, John Bull was in his veiy worst of moods. Having of sterile farms and unsold goods. The Search after Happiness. IP, Their hearts were made of English oak, their swords of Sheffield steel. The Bold Dra^o:n. The dew that on the violet lies Mocks the dark lustre of thine eyes. The Lord of the Isies. Canto 1, st. S, To show the form it seemed to hide. Canto 1, si. 5. In man's most dark extremity , Oft succour dawjis fjrom Heaven. ~ >l,st.W. 274 SCOTT. And I will say, as still I've said, Though by ambition far misled, Thou art a noble knight. The Lord of the Isles. Canto 3, st. 5. Thus, then, my noble foe J. gi-eet : Health and high fortune till we meet. And then — what pleases Heaven. St. 6. Scenes sung by him who sings no more ! His bright and brief career is o'er, And mute his tuneful strains. Canto 4) ^t. 11. O ! 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 ! Canto S, St. 18. Forward, each gentleman and knight ! Let gentle blood show generous might, And chivalry redeem the fight ! Canto 6, st. U. Waverley drove thi-ough the sea of books, like a vessel without a pilot or a rudder. Waverley. Chap. S. Twist ye, twine ye ! even so Mingle shades of joy and woe, Hope and fear, and peace, and strife, In the thread of human life. Guy Mannering. Chap. 4. " That sounds like nonsense, my dear." " May be so, my dear ; but it may be very good law for all that." Chap. 9. " Pro-di-gi-ous ! " exclaimed Dominie Sampson. Chap, I4. " Knowest thou not me ? " the Deep Voice cried; "So long enjoyed, so oft misused — Alternate, in thy fickle pride. Desired, neglected, and accused f Before my breath, like blazing flax, Man and his marvels pass away ; And changing empires wane and wax, Are founded, flourish, and decay. ' ' (Time. ) The Antiquary. Chap. 11. But with the morning cool repentance came. Rob Roy. Chap. IB. To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so. Chap. 16. Among the sea of upturned faces. Chap. W. My foot is on my native heath, and my name is MaoGregor. . Chap. Z4. Like all rogues, he was a great calum- niator of the fair sex. Heart of Midlothian. Chap. 18. To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. Old Mortality, Chap. 34. In poetry there is always fallacy, and sometimes fiction. Bride of Lammermoor. Cliap. SI. For a yeoman of Kent, with his yearly rent, There never was a widow could say him nay. Ivanhoe. Chap. Jp. Old Homer's theme Was but a dream, Himself a fiction too. Monastery. Answer to the Introdttctory Epistle. Within that awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries ! Chap. M. And better had they ne'er been bom, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn. lb. Credit me, friend, it hath been ever thus, Since the ark rested on Mount Ararat : False man hath sworn, and woman hath believed — Eepented and reproached, and then believed once more. Fortunes of Nigel. Chap. SO. For a con-si-de-ra-tion. Chap. SS. The wise man is his own best assistant. lb. Though his suit was rejected, He sadty reflected. That a lover forsaken A new love may get ; But a neck that's once broken Can never be set. Peveril of the Peak. Chap. 39. He comes and gangg like a flap of a whirl- wind, or sic loike. Redgauntlet. Chap. 5. Widowed wife, and wedded maid, Betrothed, betrayer, and betrayed. The Betrothed. Chap. 15. What can they see in the longest kingly line in Europe, save that it runs back to a successful soldier ? Woodstock. Vol. g, chap. S7. But with the morning cool reflection came.* The Highland Widow. Introductory. Chap. 4, We talk of a credulous vulgar without always recollecting that there is a vulvar mcredulity, which in historical matters, as well as in those of religion, finds it easier to doubt than to examine. Fair Maid of Perth. Introductory. A torturer of phrases into sonnets. Auchlndrane. Acts, 1. Ill faaes it with the flock If shepherds wrangle when the wolf is nigh Halldon HIU. Act 1, t. rJifZ^^'"" ^P- ^""^ = ."-^' '™S*'' the morn and cold mdiffcreuoe came." SCOTT— SELDEN. 275 WILLIAM SCOTT (Lord Stowell) (1746-1836). A dinner lubricates 'bnsiness. Sayings : Quoted in Soawell's Life of Johnson. The elegant simplicity of the three pel cents. Campbell's Chancellors. Vol. 10, chap. Z12. [Sir] C. SCROPE (fl. 1670). Thou canst hurt no man's fame with thy iU word ; Thy pen is full as harmless as thy sword. On the Earl of Rochester. ' OWEN SEAMAN (b. 1861). There must be something good in you, I know, Or why does everyone abuse yon so ? In Praise of Fog. Yet in a hundred scenes, all much the same, I know that weekly half a million men (Who never actually played the game). Hustling like cattle herded in a pen. Look on and shout, While two-and-twenty hirelings hack a ball about. The People's Sport. She looked him frankly in the face. And told a wicked, vrioked Ue. A Yigo Street Eclogue. Oxford ! of whom the poet said That one of your unwritten laws is To back the weaker side, and wed Your gallant heart to wobbling causes. The Scholar Farmer. Great is advertisement with little men. Ode to Spring In the Hetropolis. New Art would better Nature's best. But Nature knows a thing or two. Ars Fostera. [Sir] CHARLES SEDLEY (c. 1639- 1701). When change itself can give no more, 'Tis easy to be true. Reasons for Constancy. Let fools the name of loyalty divide : Wise men and gods are on the strongest side. Death of Hare Antony. 'Act 4, ^• 'Tis ciTiel to prolong a pain, and to defer a joy.. Song. " Love still has something of the sea." Phillis is my only joy. Song. What shall become of man so wise, When he dies ? None can tell Whether he goes to heaven or hell. Out of Lycophron, Out of our reach the gods have laid Of time to come th' event. And laugh to see the fools afraid Of what the knaves invent, lb, JOHN SELDEN (1684-1654). Scrutamini Scripturas. These two words have undone the world. Table Talk. £ible, Scripture. Ceremony keeps up all things. Ceremony, To preach long, loud, and Pamnation, is the way to be cried up. We love a man that Damns us, and we run after him to save us. Damnation. Equity is a Boguisb thing . . . Equii7 is according to Conscience of him that is Chancellor^ and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. . . . One Chancellor has a lon^ foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'Tis the same thing in the Chancellor's Conscience. Bquity. Old friends are best. J'riends. Commonly we say a Judgment falls upon a man for something in them we cannot abide. Jitdgment. No man is the wiser for his learning. . Wit and vrisdom are bom with a man. Learning, More solid things do not show the com- plexion of the times so well as Ballads and Libels.* Libels. Marriage is nothing but a civil contract. There is not a thing in the world more abused than this sentence, Salus popiili suprema lex esto, Feaple. The parish makes the Constable, and when the Constable is made he governs the Parish. lb. 'Tis the most pleasing flatteiy to like what other men like. Pleasure. The Pope, sends for him . . . and (says he). We will be merry as we were before, for thou little thinkest what a little Foolery governs the whole world. t Tope, Syllables govern the world. Power, State, Preachers say, Do as I say, not as I do. Why does the nurse tell the child of Raw- head and Bloody-bones f To keep it in awe. t^riests ofMmne, Women and princes must trust somebody. Women. « Libels = pamphlets (tibellnm, a small book). i "You do not know, my son, with how little wisdom men are governed." — Saying of Count Axel Oxenstierna to his son. See Miscellaneous, "With how little wisdom," etc. • 276 SEWALL- SHAKESPEARE. JONATHAN MITCHELL SEWALL (of Massachusetts) (1748-1808). No pent-up TJtioa contracts your powers, But the whole boundless continent is yours. Epilogue to Cato. WILLIAM H. SEWARD (1801-1872). There is a higher law than the Constitu- tion. Speech. March 11, 1850. [Dr.] GEORGE SEWELL (d. 1726). When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death; the brave live on. The Suicide, F7'mn Martial, Book 11, Spigram 56. THOMAS SHADWELL (1642-1692). Instantly, in the twinkling of a bedstaff. Virtuoso. Words may be false and full of art ; Sighs are the natural language of the heart. Psyche. Act 3. The fond fantastic thing, called conscience, Which serves for nothing, but to make men cowards. The Libertine. Act 1, 1. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564- 1616). What care these roarers for the name of king ? The Tempest. Act 1, 1. He hstth no drowning mark upon him ; his complexion is perfect gallows. lb. The wills above be done ! but I would fain die a dry death. 7J. In the dark backward and abysm of time. Act 1, 2. Set all hearts i' the state To what tune pleased his ear. lb. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind lb. Made such a sinner of his memoiy, To credit his own lie. JJ. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. lb. My library Was dukedom large enough. Xb. The very rats Instinctively had quit it. 7i_ From the still-vexed Bermoothes. lb. I will be correspondent to command And do my spritmg* gently . Jb. Come unto these yellow sands. And then take hands : Curtsied when you have, and kissed The wild waves whist. Jb. ■ • " Spiriting," in some eijitioiia, The strain of strutting chanticleer. A 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. lb. The fringfed curtains of thine eye advauce. lb. 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. lb. Thou shall be as free As mountain winds. lb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Act 2, 1. A very ancient and flsh-like smell. lb. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Ih. For she had a tongue with a tang. lb, Fcrd : Here's my hand. Miranda: And mine, with my heart in't. li. He that dies pays all debts. Act 2, 2. I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded. lb. Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em. Act 3, S. 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-capped 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. Act 4, 1. For aye thy foot-licker. lb. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. lb. With foreheads villainous low. ' lb. Now does my project gather to a head. Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry : On the bat's back I do fly After summer, merrily. Jb. Let us not burden our remembrance with An heaviness that's gone, Jb, SUAKEStfiARE. 277 Home-keepilig youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Yerona. Act 1, 1. To be in love, where scorn is hought with groans; Coy looks, with heart sore sighs. Jb, I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so, because I think him so. 16. Since maids, in modesty, say "No," to that Which they would have the proiYerer construe " Ay." lb, how this spring of love resemhleth The uncertain glory of an April day ! lb. Fire, that is closest kept, bums most of all. Act 1, g. They love least, that let men know theii love. lb. And yet another yet. Act 2, 1. A jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible As a nose on a man's face, or a weather- cock on a steeple ! lb. I have received my proportion, like the prodigious son. Act 2, 3, 1 have done penance for contemning love. Actg,i. 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. lb. The current that with gentle murmur glides. Thou know'st, being stopped, impatiently doth rage. Act g, 7. Didst thou but know the inljf touch of love, Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow, As seek to quench the fire of love with words. lb. Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a, tongue, I say, is nc man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act S, 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale ; Except I look on Sylvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon. lb. Win her with gifts, if she respect not words : Dumb jewels often, in their silent kind. More quick than words, do move a woman's mind. lb. Time is the nurse and breeder of all good. lb. Hope is a lover's staff. V). Ay, much is the force of heaVSn-bred poesy. Act 3,11. A man I am, crossed with adversity. Act 4, 1' Who is Sylvia ? what is she. That all our swains commend her P Is she kind, as she is fair P Act 4, S, Love doth to her eyes repair To help him of ms blindness. Act 4, 4- Is she not passing fair ? lb. How use doth breed a habit in a man ! Act 5, 4. Were man But constant, he were perfect. lb. I hold bJTti but a fool that will endanger TTia body for a girl that loves him not. lb. I will make a Star-Chamber matter of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act 1, 1. All his successors, gone before him, have done't ; and all his ancestors that come after him, may. lb. It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies — love. lb- Seven hundred pounds, and possibilities, is good gifts. li, Lastly and finally, mine host of the Garter. lb. Word of denial, froth and scum, thou liest ! li' I had rather than forty shillings, I had my book of songs and sonnets here. li.- 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. lb- There's the humour of it.* lb. "Convey" the wise it call. "Steal!" fob ! a fico for the phrase. Act 1, 3. Tester I'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk ! lb. Thou art the Mars of malcontents; I second thee ; troop on ! lb- Here will be an old abusing of God's' patience, and the King's English. Act 1, 4. His worst fault is that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish that way ; but nobody but has his fault ; but let that pass. -^b. • This was insetted by Theobald from the quarto. 278 SHAKESPEARE. We bum daylight. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act S, 1. They do no more adhere and keep pace together than the hundredth psalm to the tune of " Green Sleeves." /*. Faith thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. lb. If money go before, all ways do lie open. Act 2, t. Why, then the world's mine oyster. Which I with sword will open. lb. Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues, Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues. lb. Hiding mine honour in my necessity. lb. Marry, this is the short and the long of it. lb. Unless experience be a jewel ; that I have purchased at an infinite rate. lb. Like a fair house built on another man's ground. Jb. By gar, de herring is no dead, so as I will kill him. Act 2, 3. Ah, sweet Anne Page ! Act 3, 1. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. Act 3, 2. O, what a world of vile, ill-favoured faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. Act 3, 4. If it be my luck, so ; if not, happy man be his dole ! lb. If I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains taken out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new year's gift. Act 3, 5. I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. lb. The rankest compound of villainous smell that ever offended nostril. lb. A man of my kidney. Jb, Your husband is in his old luues again. Act 4, 2. Life is a shuttle. Act 5 1. _ They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. lb. Better a little chiding than a great deal of heart-break. A^f g ^_ Let the sky rain potatoes ! let it thunder to the tune of "Green Sleeves ! " Act B 5. What cannot be eschewed, must be embraced. jj_ Ford: And one that is as slanderous as Satan? Fage : And as poor as Job ? f. Nothing becomes him ill, that he would well. Act 1, 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal ; His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For eVery object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest. lb. Delivers in such apt and gi'acious words. That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. lb. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. 74. By my penny of observation. Act 3, 1. The heaving of my lungs provokes me to ridiculous smiling. lb. A very beadle to a humorous sigh : A critic ; nay, a night-watch colostable. lb. This wimpled, whining, purblind wayward boy. This senior- jimior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid ; Regent of love rhymes, lord of folded arms, Th' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. lb. Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue, and groan ; Some men must love my lady, and some Joan. lb. Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy. Act 4, S. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive : They are the ground, the hooks, the academes. From whence doth spring the true Prome- thean fire. lb. For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye ? H). The heavenly rhetoric of thine eye. lb. As sweet and musical As bright ApoUo's lute, strung with his hair. Act 4, 1. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Act 5, 1. Priscian a little scratched ; 'twill serve, lb. They lave been at a great feast of lan- guages, and stolen the scraps. lb. t " Sonnet" in all the old copies. "Sonnet- teer" is the later and received reading. 282 SHAKESPEARE. In the posteriors of this day ; which the rude multitude call the afternoon. liOve'B Labour's Lost. Act 5, 1. The word is well culled, chose ; sweet, and apt, I do assure you, sir, I do assure. li. 0, 1 am stabbed with laughter. Act 5, ^. It can never be They will digest this harsh indignity. lb. Taffata phrases, silken terms precise. Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation, Figures pedantical ; these summer flies Have blown me full of maggot ostenta- tion, lb. In russet yeas, and honest kersey noes. lb, A heavy heart bears but a humble tongue. lb. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. lb. When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver white. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight. lb. And coughing drowns the parson's saw. lb. But earthly happier * is the rose distilled, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. A Midsummer Night's Oream. Act 1, 1. Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear, by tale or history. The course of true love never did run smooth. lb. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. 7J. This is Ercles' vein. Act 1, S. I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale. lb. Over hill, over dale. Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire. Act S, 1. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Act S, S. And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. lb. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell. To die upon the hand I love so well. lb. * In all the old copies the leading i.s " carthlier liappy." In tlie folio tlio woids are " earthliev liappie." The "r" is supposed to have been transposed. I'll put a girdle round about the earth- In forty minutes.t -^• I know a bank, where the wild thyme blows Where ox-lips, and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious wood- bine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine, t lb. The will of man is by his reason swayed. Act S, 3. God shield us ! — a lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living. Act 3, 1, Bless thee. Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated. lb. To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. It. Lord, what fools these mortals be ! Act 3, 2. So we grew together. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; But yet a union in partition. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. lb. And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye. lb. Cupid is a knavish lad Thus to make poor females mad. lb. Jack shall have Jill, Nought shall go ill. The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. lb. Who will not change a raven for a dove ? Act 3, 3. I have a reasonable good ear in music : let us have the tongs and the bones. Act 4, 1. But as the fierce vexation of a dream. lb. 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 rollmg. Both glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven. And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of thin^ unknown, the ppet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Act 5, 1. t The reading of Fisher's quarto. In the folio the pa-ssago appears as one line : " I'll put a girdle about the earth in forty minutes." { Steevens amends this to "whereon the wild thyme blows," and alters "luscious woodbine " to " lush woodbine." SHAKESPEARE. 283 Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! A Hidsammer Night's Dream. Act 5, 1. Very tragical mirth. lb. for never anything can be amiss When simpleness and duty tender it. lb. And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much, as from the rattlmg tongue Of saucy and audacious eloquence. lb. That is the true beginning of our end. lb. Our true intent is — all for your delight. lb. The best in this kind are but shadows. lb. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve : Lovers, to bed ; 'tis almost fairy time. lb. In sooth I know not why I am so sad ; It wearies me : you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, I am to learn. The Merchant of Venice. Act 1, 1. And in a word, but even now worth this, And now worth nothing. lb. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time; Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper ; And other of such vinegar aspect. That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. lb. You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with much care. lb. I hold the world but as the world, Giatiano ; A stage, where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. lb. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within. Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? lb. As who should say, I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark ! O my Antonio, I do know of these, That therefore only are reputed wise, For saying nothing. lb. Qratiano 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 found them, they are not worth the search. " lb. My purse, my person, my extremest means Lie all unlocked to your occasions. lb. In my school-days, when 1 had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the self-same flight The self-same way, with more advised watch. To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both I oft found both. /*. They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that star\'e with nothing. Act 1, ^. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels liad been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. lb. God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. lb. I dote on his very absence. lb. Ships are Iput boards, sailors but men , tHere be land rats and water rats. Act 1, S. If I can catch hinn once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. H). Even there where merchants most do con- gregate, lb. The devil can cite scripture for his purpose. lb. A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! lb. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. lb. Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key. With bated breath, and whispering humble- ness, lb. For when did friendship take, A breed of barren metal of his friend ? /*. father Abraham ! what these Christians are. Whose own hard dealings teach them to suspect The thoughts of others ! lo. 1 like not fair terms and a villain's mind. lb. Mislike me not for my complexion. The shadowed livery of the burnished sun. Act 2, 1. If Hercules and Liohas play at dice. Which is the better man? The greater throw May turn by fortune from the weaker hand ! heavens, this is my true-begotten father ! Act f , g. According to fates and destinies, and such odd sayings, the sisters three, and other branches of learning. lb. 284 SfiAKEStEARE. It is a wise fatter that knows his own child. The Merchant of Yenlce. Act 2, 2. Like one well studied in a sad ostent To please his grandam. lb. These foolish drops do somewhat drown my manly spirit. Act 2, S. And the vile squeaking of the wry-neeked fife. Act 2, 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chasfed than enjoyed. How like a younger, or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like a prodigal doth she return ; With over-weathered ribs, and ragged sails, ' Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind ! Ji- For love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies they themselves commit. Act 2, 6. I never heard a passion so confused, So strange, outrageous, and so variable. Act 2, 8. A kinder gentleman treads not the earth. lb. Thus hath the candle singed the moth. O, these deliberate fools ! Act 2, 9. The ancient saying is no heresy : — Hanging and wooing goes by destiny. lb. The Goodwins, I think they call the place ; a very dangerous flat and fatal, where the carcases of many a tall ship lie buried, as they say, if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word. Act S, 1. Let him look to his bond. lb. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. /6. Hath not a Jew eyes ? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affection?, passions ? 7J. The viUainy you teach me, I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. 7J_ No satisfaction, no revenge; nor no ill- luck stirring but what lights on ray shoulders ; no sighs, but o' my breathing : no tears, but o' my shedding. /A, Thou stick' st a dagger into me. lb. He makes a swan-like end. Fading in music. Act S, 2. So may the outward shows he least ttenl. The world is still deceived with ornament. In law what plea so tainted and corrupt. But, being seasoned vrith a gracious voice. Obscures the show of evil f lb. There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts. lb. Thou gaudy gold. Hard food for Midas ! lb. Eash-embraoed despair. And shuddeiing fear and green-eyed jealousy. -**• Is an unlesBoned girl, unschooled, unprac- tised: Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn ; happier than this. She is not bred so dull but she can learn. lb. And swearing, till the very roof was dry. With oaths of love. lb. He did entreat me past all saying nay. lb. Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper ! I will have my bond. Act 3, 3. I never did repent for doing good, Nor shall not now. Act 3, 4- This comes too near the praising of myself. lb. How every fool can play upon the word ! . Act 3, 5. What a wit-snapper are yon ! Ih. Wilt thou show the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant ? I pray thee, understand a plain man in his i^lam meaning. lb. Let it serve for table talk. lb. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head f lb. A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch, Uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy. Act 4, 1. Some men there are, love not a gaping p^, Some, that are mad if they behold a cat. lb. Do all men kill the thing they do not love ? lb. A harmless necessary cat. lb. What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice ? lb. What judgment shall I dread, doing no vrrong? lb. The pound of flesh which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, 'tis mine, and I will have it lb, I am a tainted wether of the flock. lb. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. JJ. SHAKESPEARE. 285 On wliat compulsion must I ? tell me that. The merchant of Venice. Act 4, !■ The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppetn, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place heneath : it is twice hlessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis 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 hearl^ of kings ; It is an attribute to Qod himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. lb. We do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. lb. Wrest once the law to your authority ; To do a great right, do a Uttle wrong. lb. 'Twill be recorded for a precedent ; And many an error, by the same example Will rush into the state. lb. A Daniel come to judgment ! lb. Is it so nominated in the bond ? lb. For herein Fortune shows herself more kind Than is her custom. lb. Speak me fair in death. lb. Now, infidel, I have thee on ihe hip. lb. 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. lb. He is well paid that is well satisfied. lb. I pray you know me when we meet again. lb. You taught me first to beg, and now, me- thinks, You teach me how a beggar should be Answered. /*. Here will we 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, * "Patens " in the folio. The paten or patine is the small flat dish used in the service of tlie »lt»r. Still quiring to the jfoung-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grosslv close it in, we cannot hear it. Act 5, 1. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. lb. Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature : 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 ! lb. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. For a light wife doth make a heavy hus- band, lb. How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise, and true perfection ! lb. This night, methinks, is but the daylight sick. lb. These blessed candles of the night. lb. So doth the greater glory dim the less. lb. The courtesy of nations allows you my better-; in that you are the first-born. As you Like it. Act 1, 1. Therefore use thy discretion ; I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger, lb. The duluess of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. Act 1, 2. Unmuzzle your wisdom. lb. Well said : that was laid on with a trowel. lb. Only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty. lb. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man ! lb. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother. lb. My pride fell with my fortunes. lb. Celia: Not a word? Sos,: Not one to throw at a dog. Act 1, S. O, how full of briers is this working-day world ! lb. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. We'll have a swashing and a martial out- side, lb. 286 SHAKESPEARE. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and Tenomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : Aud this our life, exempt from pubhc haunt, rinds tongues in trees, books m the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. As you Like It. Act 2, i. The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose, _ In piteous chase. -"'■ Thou mak'st a testament As worldKngs do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. lo. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ! Il>. I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then, he's f uU of matter. /*. He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Act 2, S. For in my youth I never did apply Hot aud rebellious liquors in my blood. Ji. My age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. lb- O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world. When service sweat for duty, not for need ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where iione will sweat but for promotion. And having that, do choke their service up. lb. But travellers must be content. Act 2, 4. We that are true lovers, run into strange capers. lo- Thou speakest wiser than thou art ware of. lb. Under the greenwood tree. Act S, 5. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. lb. I'll rail against all the first-born in Egj-pt. lb. And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. Act 2, 7. " Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune." 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 may we see," quoth he, "how the world wags." lb. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and And then friim hour to hour, we rot and rot: And thereby hangs a tale. lb. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. lb. Motley's the only wear. ■^• If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it : and in his Which i's as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage— he hath strange places . crammed With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. ■'*• I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. lb. The ' why ' is plain as way to parish church. Tour gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentlene^. lb. If ever you have looked on better days , If ever been where bells have knolled to church. -""• All the world's a stage. And all the men and women merely players : 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 schoolboy with his satchel. And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a wofnl baUad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, FuU of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard. Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the caunon's mouth. And then tha justice, lu fair round belly, with good capon lined. With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise sawB and modem instances ; And so he plays his pail;. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered 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 eve^- thing. lb. SHAKESPEARE. 287 Blow, How, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude : Thy tooth is not so keen. Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. lb. As you Like it. Act 2, 7. Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly. lo. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act 3, 2. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ? 76. He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. lb. Thou art in a parlous state. Tb. Helen's cheek, but not her heart. lb. wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful ! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping ! lb. Do you not know I am a woman ? what I think, I must speak. Jb. I do desire we may be better strangers, lb. You have a nimble wit ; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's heels. Jb. The lazy foot of time. lb. I am he, that unfortunate he. lb. Touch. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. Aitd. I do not know what poetical is : is it honest in deed and word ? Is it a true thing ? Touch. No, truly ; for the truest poetoy is the most feigning ; and lovers are given to poetry. lb. Well, I am not fair, and therefore I pray the gods make me honest. lb. 1 am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. Act 3, 3. Down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Act 3,5. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?* lb. But, sure, he's proud ; and yet his pride becomes him.. lb. Wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Act 4, 1. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. lb. * Quoted as a *'dead shepherd's saw." The " deaid shepherd " -was Marlowe, who died in 1593, and tlie line is from his " Hero and Leander," see page 205. He that_ will divide a minute into a thousand parts, and break but a part of the thousandth part of a minute in the affairs of love, it may be said of him, that Cupid hath clapped him on the shoulder, but I'll warrant him heart-whole. lb. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. lb. Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing ? lb. 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. lb. You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. lb. Chewing the foodf of sweet and bitter fancy. Act 4, 3. Kindness, nobler ever than revenge. Jb. I will kill thee a hundred and iif ty ways. Act 5, 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. Act 5, 2. ' Oh how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another mau's eyes ! lb. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. Act 5, 4. The Eetort courteous . . . the Quip modest . . . the Eeproof valiant . . . the Countercheck quarrelsome . . . the Lie circumstantial . . . the Lie direct. lb. Your " if " is the only peace-maker ; much vii'tue in " if." Jb. If it be true that, "good wine needs no bush," 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. Epilogue. Let the world slide. Taming of the Shrew, Jnihietion. Sc. 1, And twenty more such names and men as these. Which never were, nor no man ever saw. So. 2. To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Act 1, 1. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. lb. Doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool. Jb. t Amended in some editions to Without autliority. ' cud," but 288 SHAKESPEARE. There's small choice in rotten apples. The Taming of the Shrew. Act 1, 1. Love in idleness. lb. I come to wive it wealthily. Act 1, t. Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal. lb. And do as adversaries do in law, — Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. lb. And where two raging fires do meet together, Thev do consume the thing that feeds their fury. Act $, 1. Old fashions please me best. Act 3, 1. And thereby hangs a tale.* Act 4, 1. Honest mean habiliments. Act 4, S. Pitchers have ears, and I have many ser- vants. Act 4, 4. He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. Act 5, 2. Ovile, Intolerable, not to be endured ! lb. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled. Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. ib. Such duty as the subject owes the prince. Even such a woman oweth to her husband. /*. A bright particular star. All's Well that Ends Well. Act 1, 1. Love all, trust a few, Do wrong to none. 76. The hind that would be mated by the Jion Must die for love. H. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, W hich we ascribe to heaven. lb. " Let me not live, ' ' quoth he, " After my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff Of younger spirits." Act 1, 2. He must needs go that the devil drives. Act 1, 3. My friends were poor but honest. lb. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises ; and oft it hits Where hope is coldest, and despair most sits Act S, 1. He that of greatest works is finisher. Oft does them by the weakest minister. lb. Highly fed and lowly taught. Act 2 2. To the wars, my boy, to the wars ! He wears his honour in a box unseen, That hugs his kicksy-wicksy here at home. Act 2, S. * Also found in " Othello," Act 3, 1 ; " Menv Wives of Windsor," Act 1, 4 ; " As you Lilte it " Act 2, 7, ' Act 5, S. lb. A yonng man married is a man that's marred. lb. To say nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have nothing. Act 2, 4. For the love of laughter, hinder not the humour of his design. Act 3, 6. The web of our life is of a mingled yam, good and ill together. Act 4, 3. There's place and means for every man alive. lb. Whose words all ears took captive. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Th' inaudible and noiseless foot of time. Jb. If music be the food of love, play on. Twelfth Night. Act 1, 1. That strain again — it had a dying fall ; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south. That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour. lb. Care's an enemy to life. Act 1, 3. I am a great eater of beef, and I believe that does harm to my wit. lb. What says Quinapalus? "Better a witty fool thanafooUsh wit." Act 1,5. 'Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruellest she alive, lb. And leave the world no copy. lb. Not to be abed after midnight is to be up betimes. Act 2, 3. lb. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. lb. Dost thou think, because thou art vir- tuous, there shall be no more cakes and aJe ? lb. Ginger shall be hot i' the mouth, too. lb. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Act 2, 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 wom,t Than women's are. /J. Journeys end in lovers' meeting. t "Won" ill most modem editions, but ' worn " m the original. SHAKESPEARE. 289 Biike. And what's her history P Viola. 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 monufnent, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but, indeed. Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Twelfth Night. Act $, 4. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. lb. Here comes the trout that must be caught with fickling. Act %, 5. ■ Ay, an you had an eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels, than fortunes before you. lb. But be not afraid of greatness ; some men are bom great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. III. The trick of singularity. lb. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit. Act 3, 1. 0, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his Up ! lb. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. lb. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; thpugh thou write' with a goose pen, no matter. Act S, 2. Why, this is very midsummer madness. Act 3, 4- If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. lb. Let thy tongue tang with arguments of state. lb. Still you keep 0' the windv side of the law. lb. An I thought he had been valiant, and so cunning m fence, I'd have seen hini damned ere I'd have challenged him. 76. I hate ingratitude more in a man Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunken ness. lb. In nature there's no blemish but the mind. None can be called deformed but the unkind. Acts, 5. As the old hermit of Prague* . . . said, ■ . ■ " T hat that is, is." Act 4, 2. •The "old hermit of Prague'' has not been identified. 19 a Out, hyperbolioal fiend ! lb. There is no darkness but ignorance. lb. And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Act 5, 1. For the rain it raineth every day. 76. A great while ago the world begun. 76. They that went on crutches ere he was born, desire yet their life to see him a man. The Winter's Tale. Act 1, 1, The wat'ry star.f Act 1, 2. There is no tongue that, moves, none, none i' the world, So soon as yours could win me. 76. T- Cozening hope ; he is a flatterer, A parasite, a keeper-hack of death. ^ AetS,S. Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth, Where nothing lives but crosses, care, and grief. lb' Alas, poor duke ! the task he undertakes Is numbering sands, and drinking oceans dry : Where one on his side fights, thousands will fly. lb. I count myself in nothing else so happy As in a soul remembering my good friends. Act 2, S. Bloody with spurring, fiery-red with haste. lb. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. lb. I see my glory, like a shooting star. Fall to the base earth from the firmament ! Thy sun sits weeping in the lowly west. Act 2, 4. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Act 3, 1. Not all the water in the rough, rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king. Act S, S. If angels fight. Weak men must fall ; for heaven still guards the right. lb. 0, call back yesterday, bid time return ! lb. The worst is death, and death will have his day. n. Sweet love, I see, changing his property, Turns to the sourest and most deadly hate Of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth. Let's choose executors, and talk of wills lb. And nothing can we call our own but death lb. Yet looks he like a king. Act 3, 3. He is come to ope The purple testament qf bleeding war, fl. And my large kingdom for a little grave, ' A little little grave, an obscure grave. lb. They well deserve to have That know the strong'st and surest way to get. ~ -^• 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. Act 4, 1. Sweet peace conduct his sweet soul to the , bosom Of good old Abraham ! lb. As in a theati-e, 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. Act 5,2. How sour sweet music is. When time is broke, and no proportion kept ! So is it in the music of men's lives. Act 5, 5. . Pride must have a fall. lb. In those holy fields. Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailed, For our advantage, on the bitter cross. King Henry lY. Part 1. Act 1, 1. It is a conquest for a prince to boast of. lb. Let us be Diana's foresters, gentlemen oi the shade, minions of the moon. Act 1, 2. Thou hast the most unsavoury similes. lb. The rusty curb of old father antic, the law. lb. I would thou and I knew where a co:n- modity of good names Were to be bought ! Jb, O, thou hast damnable iteration ; and art, mdeed, able to corrupt a saint. lb. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. lb. ^ Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal ; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation, lb. He was never yet a breaker of proverbs : he will give the devil his due, lb. There's neither honesty, manhood, nor £ood fellowship in thee. lb. I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turned back. lb. If all the year were playing holidays. To sport would be as tedious as to work. /*, SHAKESPBAEE. 293 A certain lord, neat, and trimly dressed, Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new- reaped, Showed Hke a stubble-land at harvest home ; He was perfmucd 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 lY. Part 1. Act 1, f. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, un- mannerly. To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse Setwixt the wind and his nobility. lb. So pestered with a popinjay. lb. He made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman. Of guns, and drums, and wounds. lb. And telling me the sovereigu'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, Tliis villainous saltpetre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth. Which many a good tall fellow had de- stroyed So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier, lb. This bald, unjointed chat of his. ' lb. Never did base and rotten .policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds. lb. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion, than to start a hare. lb. By heaven, methrnks, it were an easy leap, To pluck liight 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. Xb. But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! lb. Why what a candy deal of courtesy This fawning greyhound then did proffer me ! Aetl, 3. I know a trick worth two of that. Act t, 1. If the rascal have not riven me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged ; it could not be else. Act 2, Z. Argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. lb. FalstafE sweats to death. And lards the lean earth as he walks along. lb. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Act 2, 3. Thou wilt not utter what thou dost not know ; And so far will I ti-ust thee, gentle Kate ! lb. A Cormthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Act %, ^. As merry as crickets. lb. Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such badEing! give me them that will face me. lb. A plague on aJl cowards, still say I. lb. I am a Jew else ; an Ebrew Jew. lb. Two rogues in buckram suits lb. Three mishegotten knaves in Kendal green. lb. If reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon com- pulsion, I. lb. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. lb. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. lb. Watch to-night, pray to-morrow. lb. Ah ! No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me. lb. What doth gravity out of his bed at mid- night? lb. I will do it in King Cambyses' vein. lb. If sack and sugar be a fault, heaven help the wicked ! lb. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. lb. Play out the play. Ih. O monstrous ! but one half -pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack ! lb. At my nativity. The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes Of burning cressets. Act 5, 1. And all the courses of my life do show, I am not in the roll of common men. lb. Glend. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Motspur. Why, so can I, or so can any man: But will they come when you do call for them ? Ill- 0, while you live, tell truth, and shame the devil. -^S. I had rather he a kitten and cry mew. Than one of these same metre ballad- mongers, lb. 294 SHAKESPEAEE. Minoiug poetry, — 'Tis like the forced gait of a shuffling nag. King Henry lY. Part 1. Act 3. 1. But in the way of bargain, mark you me, I'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. lb. And such a deal of skimble-skamble stuff As puts me from my faith. Jh. O, he's as tedious As a tired horse, a railing wife : Worse than a smoky house : — I had rather live With cheese and garlic in a windmill. li. A good mouth-iilling oath. lb, A fellow of no mark, nor hkelihood. Act 3, 2. By being seldom seen, I could not stir, Biit, like a comet, I was wondered at. lb. To' loathe the taste of sweetness. lb. An I liave not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse. Act S, 3. Company, villainous company, hath bee;) the spoil of me. lb. You are so fretful, you cannot live long. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn P li. If speaking truth In this fine age were not thought flattery. Act 4, 1. Zounds ! how has he the leisure to be sick, luSucha justling time? lb. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. lb. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on. His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly atmed, Bise from the ground like feathered Mercury And vaulted with such ease into his seat. As if an angel dropped down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horseman- ship, /ft. If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. Act 4, S. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. j^^ There's but a shirt and a half in all my company. /;,_ Food for powder, food for powder ; they'll flu a pit as well as better. /j. To the latter end of a fray, and the beginuin? of a feast. Fits a dull fighter, and a keen guest. lb. I do not think a braver gentleman, More active-valiant, nor more valiant- young, More daring, or more bold, is now alive. To grace this latter age with noble deeds. Act 6, 1. I would it were bed-time, Hal, and all well. lb. Honour pricks me on. Tea, but how if honour prick me oif , 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 .... Who hath it ? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible, then? Tea, 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. lb. Look how we can, or sad, or merrily, Interpretation will misquote oui' looks. Act 5, 2. Two stars keep not their motion 'in one sphere. Act 5, j- Fare thee well, great heart ! lU-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound : But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — This earth, that bears thee dead. Bears not aUve so stout a gentleman. lb. Poor Jack ; farewell ! I could have better spared a better man. Ih. The better part of valour is discretion. lb. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. Ih. Lord, lord, how the world is given to lying ! lb. I'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly, as a nobleman should do. lb. 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 burned. King Henry lY. Part 2. Act 1, 1. See what a ready tongue suspicion hath. lb. Tet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Eemembered knolling a departed friend. lb. I am not only witty in myself, but th'j cause that wit is in other men. Act 1, S. SHAKESPEARE. 295 Tour lordship, though not clean past your youth, hath yet some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. . King Henry lY. Part 2. Act 1, 2. I am poor as Joh, niy lord, but not so patient. lb. We that are in the vaward of our youth. lb. For my voice, I have lost it with holla- ing, and singing of anthems. lb. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to ma£e it too common.* lb. Wake not a sleeping wolf. lb. O, thoughts of men accnrst ! Past, and to come, seem best; things present, worst Act 1, 3. We are time's subjects. 75. He hath eaten me out of house and home. Act r, 1. Thus we play the fool with the tilne ; and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock US. Act ^, 2. So that, in speech, in gait, In diet, in affections of delight. In military rules, humours of blood. He was the mark and glass, copy and book. That fashioned others. And him — O won- drous him ! O miracle of men ! Act H, 3. A good heart's worth gold. Act g, 4. Then death rook me asleep, abridge my doleful days ! Why then let grievous, ghastly, gaping wounds Untwine the sisters three ! lb. Patch up thine old body for heaven. 76. O sleep! O gentle sleep ! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh mine- eyelids down. And steep my senses in f orgetf ulness F Act 3, 1. With all appliances and means to boot. lb. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown, lb. - Beath, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fail- ? Act S, SI. X will maintain the word with my sword to be a good Boldier-like Act 1, g. For now sits Expectation in the air. Act ^. Chorus. Though patience be a tired mare, yet she will plod. Act ^, 1. Base is the slave that pays. lb. He's in Arthur's bosom, if ever man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, ■ and went away, an it had been any christom child. Act ^, S. I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of gieen fields. lb. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not think of God;' I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. Ji. 'A said once, the devil would have him about women. /J. Trust none ; For oaths are straw, men's faiths are wafer- And hold-fast is the only dog. lb. Covering discretion with a coat of folly. Act g, i. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin as self-neglecting. Xb. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more. Or close the wall up with our English dead ! a. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. Act 3,1. What rein can hold licentious wickedness, When down the hill he holds liis fierce career f Act S, S. Is not their climate foggy, raw, and dull ? Act 3, 5, And giddy Fortune's furious fickle wheel. Act S, 6 Advantage is a better soldiar than rashness lb. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. lb. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Act 4, 1. Thus may we gather honey from the weed. And malte a moral of the devil himself. Jb. Art thou oificer ? Or art thou base, common and popular ? lb. From my heart-string I love the lovely bully. lb. Every subject's duty is the king's ; but every subject's soul is his own. lb. Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. lb. Winding up days with toil, and nights with sleep. lb. The fewer men, the greater share of honour. Act 4, S. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. lb. Our names. Familiar in his mouth* as household words. Jb. Pe in th'eir flowing cups freshly remem- bered, lb. This story shall the good man teach his son. lb. We few, we happy few, we .band of brothers. lb. As I suck blood, I vrill some mercy show. Act 4, 4. The saying is true — " The empty vessel makes the greatest sound." - Jb. And so espoused to death, with blood he sealed A testament of noble-ending love. Act 4, G. And all my mother came into mine eyes. And gave me up to tears. lb. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act 6, 1. I pray you, fall to ; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. lb. An angel is like you, Kate, and yon are like an angel. Act B, S. For these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do always reason themselves out again ! If,. If he be not fellow vrith the best king, thou shaltfind the best king of good fellows. lb. Nice customs court'sey to great kings. lb. • "Their months " in the quarto. SHAKESPEARE. 297 Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! King Henry YI. Part 1. Act 1, 1. Expect- Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days. Act 1, t Glory is like a circle in the water Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself. Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. lb. Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. Act S, t But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act S, 4. Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens. That one day bloomed, and feuitful were the next. Act 1, 6. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Acts, 2. One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom, Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore. Act 3, S. He then that is not furnished in this sort. Both but usui-p the sacred name of knight. Act 4, 1. I owe him little duty and less love. Act 4, 4. She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd ; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Act 5, 3. I am a soldier, and unapt to weep. Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. lb. For what is wedlock forced but a hell ? Act 5, 6. Rancour will out. King Henry YI. Part 2. Act 1, 1. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. Act 1, 3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act 3, 1. The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb. lb. A heart unspotted is not easily daunted, lb. What know I how the world may deem of me. Act 3, 2. Who finds the heifer dead, and bleeding fresh, And sees fast by a butcher with an axe. But will suspect 'twas he that made the slaughter p Who finds the partridge in the puttock's neat. But may imagine how the bird was dead, Although the kite soar with unbloodied beak? Even so suspicious is this tragedy. lb. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ? Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just. Il)_ Disturb him not, let him pass peaceably ! Act 3, S. He dies, and makes no sign : God, forgive him! lb. Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. — Close up his eyes, and draw the curtain close ; And let us all to meditation. Ji. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day. Is crept into the bosom of the sea. Act 4, 1. Small things make base men proud. lb. There's no better sign of a brave mind than a hard hand. Act 4, 2. Beggary is valiant. lb. The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers. lb. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? That parchment, being scrib- bled o'er should undTo a man ? lb. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school. Act 4, T. Kent, in the commentaries of Caesar writ. Is termed the civillest place of all this isle. /*. Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the vring wherewith we fly to heaven. lb. Was ever feather so lightly blown to and fro. As this multitude ? Act 4, 8. Was never subject longed to be a king, As I do long and wish to be a subject. Act 4, 9. Lord, who would live tnrmoiled in the court. And may enjoy such quiet walks as these ! Act 4, 10. The unconquered soul of Cade is fled. lb. A subtle traitor needs no sophister. Act 5, 1. Hold, Warwick, seek thee out some other chase. For I myself must hunt this deer to death. Act 5, 2. To make a shambles of the parliament house. King Henry YI. Part 3. Act 1, 1. Frowns, words, and threats, Shall be the war that Henry means to use. lb. In whose cold blood no spark of honour bides. /*. 298 SHAKESPBARte. Hadst thou but loved him half so well as I Or felt that pain which I did for him once, Or nourished him, as I did with my blood. King Henry ¥1. Part 3. Aet 1, 1 Such safety finds The trembling lamb, environed with wolves. Ih. An oath is of no moment, not being took Before a true and lawful magistrate. Aet 1, 2. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown. Within whose circuit is Elysium, And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. lb. A crown, or else a glorious tomb ! A sceptre, or an earthly sepulchre! Aet 1, 4. Unless the adage must be verified That beggars mounted, run their horse to death. lb. Thou art as opposite to every good. As the Antipodes are unto us. Or as the south to the septentrion. lb. But Hercules himself must yield to odds ; And many strokes, though with a little axe. Hew down, and fell the hardest timbered oak. Act 2, 1. The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. Act 2, 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? ^ lb. And I, like one lost in a thorny wood, That rents the thorns, and is rent with the thorns Seeking a way, and straying from the way ; Not knowing how to find the open air. But toiling desperately to find it out. Aet 3, 2. For though usurpers sway the rule a while, Yet heavens are just, and time suppresseth wrongs. Act S, S. Warwick, peace ! Proud setter-up and puller-down of kings ! Hasty mai'riage seldom proveth well. Aet 4, 1. Trust not him that once hath broken faith. ■Aet 4, 4. A httle fire is quickly trodden out. Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. Act 4, 8. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind ; The thief doth fear each bush an oificer. Aet S, 6. Down, down to hell ; and say I sent thes thither. ji, I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear. lb. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York. King Richard III. Aei 1, 1. Our stern alarums changed for merry meet- ings. Our dreadful marches to delightful measures, Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrin- kled front, And now,^ — instead of mounting barbud steeds, . . . He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber, To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. lb. 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. lb. This weak piping time of peace. lb. Simple, plain Clarence, I do love thee so. That I will shortly send thy soul to heaven. Ih. No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. Aet 1, f. Vouchsafe, divine perfection of a woman. lb: Vouchsafe, diffused infection of a man. lb. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. lb. I never sued to friend, nor enemy ; My tongue could never learn sweet smooth- ing word ; But, now thy beauty is proposed my fee, My proud heart sues, and prompts my tongue to speak. lb. Teach not thy lip such scorn; for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt. lb. Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? lb. Framed in the prodigality of nature. lb. Because I cannot flatter and speak* fair, Smile in men's faces, smooth, deceive, and ^cog. Duck with French nods and apish courtesy, I must be held a rancorous enemy. Cannot a plain man live, and think no harm. But thus his simple truth must be abused By silken, sly, insinuating Jacks ? Act 1, 3. The world is grown so bad. That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch ; Since every Jack became a gentleman, There's many a gentle person made a Jack. _Ib. • " Speak " in tlie quartos ; " look " in the folio. SHAKESPEARE. 299 Tyrants themselres wept when it was reported. King Richard III. Act 1, S. Axid thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n forth of holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Jb. We will not stand to prate ; Talkers are no good doers. lb. rour eyes drop mUl-stones, when fools' eyes fall tears. lb. Oh I have passed a miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as 1 am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days; So full of dismal terror was the time ! Act 1, 4- Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methooght I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A 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 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep. And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by, /*. An outward honour for an inward toil. lb. They often feel a world of restless cares. lb. JBmkenim-y. What so brief ? Second Murderer. 'Tis better, sir, than to be tedious. ' ^ If). Some certain dregs of conscience are yet within me. lb. First Murderer. Eelent ! 'tis cowardly, an^ womanish. Clarence. Not to relent, is beastly, savage, devilish. lb. 'Tis death to me to be at enmity ; 1 hate it, and desire all good men's love. Act ^, 1. I do not know that Englishman alive, With whom my soul is any jot at odds. More than the 'infant that is bom to-night : I thank my God for my humility. lb. Q. Eliz. Was never widow had so dear a loss; Chil. Were never orphans had so dear a loss. Buck. Was never mother had so dear a loss. Act ^, g. By a di^'ine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing danger. Act 8, 3, Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace. lb. If 'twere tiot she, I cannot tell who told me. Act 2, 4- You are too senseless-obstinate, my lord. Too ceremonious and traditional. Act 3, 1. So wise, so young, they say, do ne'er live long. lb. I moralise two meanings in one word. lb. So cunning, and so young, is wonderful. lb. He's all the mother's, from the top to toe. lb. When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks. Act S, 3. I think there's never man in Christendom Can lesser hide his hate or love than he. Act 3, 4. Livei, like a drunken sailor, gn the mast ; Heady, with every nod, to tumble down. lb. Doubt not, my lad, I'll play the orator, As if the golden fee, for which I plead. Were for myself. Act 3, 5. High-reaching Buckingham grows circum- spect. Act 4, t Gold were as good as twenty orators. li. I am not in the giving vein to-day. lb. Hover about me with yoiu: airy wings. Act 4t 4- Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Bail on the Lord's anointed ! lb. lb. Tetchy and wayward. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. lb. Belenting fool, and shallow, changing woman ! lb. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. Act 5, 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. lb. Besides, the king's name is a tower of strength. Act 5. S. I have not that alacrity of spirit, Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have. lb. Give me another horse, — bind up my wounds, — Have mercy, Jesu ! — soft ! I did but dream. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! lb. 300 SHAKESPEARE 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 5, 3. There is no creature loves me ; And if I die, no soul shall pity me. lb. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the mom. lb. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. ■ lb. For the self-same heaven That frowns on me, looks sadly upon him. Ii.. A thing devised by the enemy. lb. Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe. lb. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! • Act 5, !,. Slave ! I have set my life upon a cast. And I will stand the hazai-d of the die. I think there be six Eichmonds in the field. lb. Order gave each thing view. King Henry YIII. Act 1,1. The fotce of his own merit makes his way. lb. A beggar's book Outworths a noble's blood. lb. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. lb. As meiTy, As, first, good company, good wine, good welcome, Can make good people. Act 1, 4. Two women placed together makes cold weather. 76. Of her, that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with. Act 2, 2. This bold bad man.f lb. He was a fool. For ho would needs be virtuous, lb. Verily, I swear 'tis better to be lowly bom. And range with humble livers in content, Thau to be perked up, in a glist'ring grief. And wear a golden sorrow. Act 2, 3. * " A man 1 a man 1 My kingdom for a man ! " — Maeston, " The Scourge of Villainy," 169S. " A boat 1 a boat 1 a full hundred marks for a boat I " — ^Maeston, "Eastward Ho," 1605. " A fool I a fool ! my coxcomb for a fool I " — Mabston, " Parasitaster," 1608. t " A bold, bad man."— Spensee, " Faerio Queen," 87, I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. lb. I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable. Act 2, 4- You're meek and humble-monthed. IK But your heart Is crammed with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. lb. In sweet music is such art, Killing care, and giief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die. Act 3, 1. A spleeny Lutheran. Act 3, S. 'Tis well said again ; And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well : And yet words are no deeds. lb. And then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. lb. O negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by ! lb. I have touched the highest point of all my And from that full meridian of mv glory, I haste now to my setting : I shaU fall. Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. lb. Press not a falling man too far. lb. Farewell, a, long farewell, to all my great- ness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms. And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day comes a frost, a kUling 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 ; IBut 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 for ever 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 faUs, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope agam. li. SHAKESPEARE. 301 A peace above all earthly dignitieB, A still and quiet conscience. King Henry YIII. Act S, S. And sleep in dull cold marble. li. The depths and shoals of honour. iS. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels. Jb 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 c ouhItv' s Thy God's, 'and truth's. lb. Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not iamine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. lb. 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 ! Act 4, 2. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to Heaven, and slept in peace. . lb. So may he rest; hi» faults lie gently on him! /*. His own opinion was his law. lb. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write iA water. lb. He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and per- suading ; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. lb. Aad, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God. lb. After my death I. wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mme honour from corruption. Than such an honest chronicler as Griffith. lb.. Now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. lb. The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her ! lb. To dance attendance on theii' lordsliips' pleasures. Act 5, ^. 'Tis a cruelty ^0 load a falling man. lb. Some come to take their ease, And sleep an act or two. Mpilogue I have had my labour for my travail. Troilas and Cressida. Act 1, 1. Is not birth , beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, yc uth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man r Act 1, f. Women are angels, wooing. lb. Men prize the thing nngained more than it is. lb. The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come at large. Act 1, 3. Let us like merchants show our foulest wares. And think, perchance, they'll sell ; if not The lustre of the better shall exceed By showing the worse firet. lb. Two curs shall tame each other ; pride alone Must tarre the mastiffs on. lb. Modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise. Act S, 2. What is aught, but as 'tis valued ? lb. 'Tis mad idolatry To make the service greater than the god. lb. The amity that wisdom knits not, folly May easily untie. Act S, S. He that is proud eats up himself. lb. Words pay no debts. Act S, 2. To be wise, and love Exceeds man's might. lb, As false As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf, Pard to the hind, or step-dame to her son ; Yea, let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood. As false as Cressid. lb. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Act 3, 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. lb. And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. lb. A plague of opinion ! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin. lb. Not soon provoked, nor, being provoked, soon calmed. Act 4, 6. What's past, and what's to come, is strewed with husks And formless ruin of oblivion. lb. The end crowns all. lb. 302 SHAKESPEARE. Brother, you have a vice of mercy in you, Which tetter fits a lion than a man. Troilus and Cresslda. Act S, S. Life every man holds dear ; but the brave man . _ ,, Holds honour far more precious-dear than life. If>- But flies an eagle flight, bold, and forth on. Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act 1, 1. 'Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after. lb. He that loves to be flattered is worthy of the flatterer. Il>. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Jet 1, t. Varro's servant. Thou art not altogether a fool. Fool. Nor thou altogether a wise man : as much foolery as I have, so muchvrit thou lackest. Act B, f . lb. They froze into silence. 'Tis lack of kindly warmth. lb. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Act S, 1. Policy sits above conscience. Act S, S. The devil knew not what he did when he made man politic : he crossed himself by 't. Act 3, 3. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Act 3,5. He's truly valiant, that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe. lb. Timon will to the woods, where he shall find The unkindest beast more kinder than man- kind. Act 4, 1. We have seen better days. Act 4, ^• O, the fierce wretchedness that gloiy brings us ! lb. The learned pate Ducks to the golden fool : all is oblique ; There's nothing level in our cursed natures But direct villamy. Act 4, 3. I do proclaim One honest man — mistake me not — but one ; No more, I pray — and he's a steward. lb. He that trusts to you, Where he should find you lions, finds you hares ; Where foxes, geese. Coriolanus. Act 1, 1. Sighed forth proverbs. That hunger broke stone walls, that dogs must eat. That meat was made for mouths, that the gods sent not Com for the rich man only. lb. Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. , Act z, 1. 'Faith, there have been many great men that have flattered the people, who ne er loved them. Act 2, Z. I thank you for your voices, thank yoii— Your most sweet voices. Act z, 3. Hear you this Triton of the minnows ? mark you His absolute " sJtall" ? -^ct 3, 1. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident Or Jove for 's power to thunder. His heart's his mouth : What his breast forges, that his tongue must vent. Il>- You common cry of curs ! whose breath I hate As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves 1 prize As the dead carcases of unburied men That do corrupt my aii-, — I banish you ! Act 3, S. 3. Servant. Where dwell' st thou ? Cor. XJnder the canopy ... I' the city of kites and crows. Act 4> o. A name unmusical to the Volsoians' ears. And harsh in sound to. thine. Ih. Those doves' eyes Which can make gods forsworn. Act 5, 3. O, a Mss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge ! li. Chaste as the icicle, That's curded by the frost fi-om purest Enow, And hangs on Dian's temple. 76. The tartness of his face soui's ripe grapes. Act 5, 4. At a few drops of women'srheum, which are As cheap as lies. Act 5, 5. Measureless h'ar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. lb. If you have writ your annals tme, tia there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your V olscians in Corioli : Alone I did it.— Boy ! lb. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's- leather. JulluB Csesar. Act 1, 1. You blocks, you stones, you worse than . senseless things ! O you hard hearts, you cruel men 6f Eome, Knew you not Pompey ? 76. Beware the Ides of March. Act 7, 2, SHAKESPEARE. 303 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 Ceesar. Act 1, S. " Dar'st 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. 16. 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 pahn alone. lb. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his bu^e legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable gi'aves. 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. 16. Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Csesar. Now in the names of all the gods at once. Upon what meat doth this our Ciesar feed, That he is grown so great ? lb. There was a Brutus once, that would have brooked The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome, As easily as a king. lb. Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights; Yond' Cassius has a lean and himgry look ; He thinks too much : snch men are dangerous. li. Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort, As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit, . ~ , 1 , That could be moved to smile ,at anything. Such men as he be never at heart's ease, Whiles they behold a greater than them- selves, lb. For mine own part, it was Greek to me. lb. This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit. Which gives men stomach us digest his words With better appetite. lb. Therefore 'tis meet That noble minds keep ever with their likes ; For who BO firm that cannot be seduced ? Jb. Lowliness is young ambitioii's ladder, Whereto the climber-uj)ward turns his face ; But when he once attams the upmost round, He then unto the ladder turns his back. Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Act 2, 1. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream, lb. For he will never follow anything That other men begin. lb. But when I tell him he hates flatterers. He says he does, being then most flattered. lb. You are my true and honourable wife ; As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. lb. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fattiered and so nusbanded ? lb. When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze foi-th the death of princes. Act 2,, 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths j The valiant never taste of death but once. -^ • . . lb. How hard it is for women to keep counsel ! Act g, 4. But I am constant as the northern star. AH 3, 1. mighty Cseear ! dost thou lie so low ? Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils, Shrunk to this little measure ? lb. The choice and master spirits of this age. lb. Though last, not least in love. lb. Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. lb. And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, 'with a monarch's voice. Cry "Havoc ! " and let slip the dogs of war. lb. Bomans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that ye may hear. Act 3, S. Not that I, loved Csesar less, but that I loved Eome more. M. As he was valiant I honour him : but, as he was ambitious I slew him, Xb. Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak : for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak : for him have I offended. Who is here so vile, that will not love his country ? If any, speak : foT him have I offended. I pause for a reply. X6. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; 1 come to bury Csesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Csesar. lb. 304 SHAKESPEARE. For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all, all honourable men. JuUuB Oaesar. Aot S, S. He was my friend, faithful and just to me. lb. When that the poor have cried, Csasar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. li. But here I am to speak what I do know. lb. You all did love him once, not without cause. lb. judgment, thou art iled to brutish beasts. And men have lost their reason ! lb. But yesterday, the word of Csesar might Have stood against the world ; now, lies he ' there. And none so poor to do him reverence. lb. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men. 1 have o'ershot myself to tell you of it. lb. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. /*. For Brutus, as you know, was Csesar's angel. lb. This was the most unkindest cut of all. lb. Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms. Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle mufBing up his face, . . . great Csesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! /*. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops. . lb. What private griefs they have, alas ! I know not. Jb. 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. That love my friend. jj_ For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, you yourselves do Jiuow. /i_ But were I Brutus, And. Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In eveiy wound of OfBsai-, that should move The very stones of Eome to rise and mutinv. A Now let it work ; mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt ! lb. Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses. lb. When love begins to sicken and decay. It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act 4, 2. In such a time as this, it is not meet That every nice offence should bear his comment. Act 4, 3. You youi'self Are much condemned to have an itching palm. Jb. The foremost man of all this world. lb. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, ^ Than such a Boman. , lb, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter. When you are waspish. /}. I said an elder soldier, not a better; Did I say better ? lb. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind. lb. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. 16, A friendly eye could never see such faults 2b. All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote. To cast into my teeth. 2b, Carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark. And straight is cold again. 2b, There is a tide in the afCaiis 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. On such a full sea are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves. Or lose our ventures. 2b, But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees. And leave them honeyless. Act 5, 1, The storm is up, and all is on the hazard. For ever and for ever farewell, Cassius ! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile ; If notj. why, then this parting was well made. 7j_ O, that a man might know The end of this day's business, ere it come ! 2b. SHAKESPEARE. 305 hateful error, melancholy's child ! Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men, The things that are not ? Julius Casar. ^ct 5, 3. The last of all the Eomaus, fare thee well ! ' 76. Give him all Mndness : I had rather have Such men my friends, than enemies. Act 5, 4. This was the noblest Boman of them all. Act 5, 5: He, only, in a general honest thought. And common good to all, made one of them. tiis life was gentle ; and the elements So mixed in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, ' ' This was a man ! ' ' lb. There's beggary in the lol^e that can be reckoned. Antony and Cleopatra. Act 1, 1. The nature of bad news infects the teller. Act 1, 2. There's a great spirit gone ! Thus did I desire it : What our contempts do often hurl from us, We wish it ours again, lb. Indeed, the tears live in an onion that sbould water this sorrow. lb. In time we hate that which we often fear. Act 1, S. The demi- Atlas of this earth. Act 1, 5. My salad days, When I was green m judgment. Ih. Every time Serves for the matter that is then born in it. Act 2, 2. I do not much dislike the matter, but The manner of his speech. lb. We did sleep day out of countenance. lb. . . For her own person, It beggared all description. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. lb. Bead not my blemishes in the world's report. Act 2, S. Music, moody food Of us that trade in love. Act 2, 5. X will praise any man that will praise me. Act 2, 6. Ah, this thou should'st have done, And not have spoke on't ! In me, 'tis vil- • lainy; In thee, 't had been good service. Act ^, 7. Ambition The soldier's virtue. dct S, 1. 20 a If I lose mine honour, I lose myself. Act 3, 4. Celerity is never more admired, Than by the negligent. Act 3, 7. He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Act 3, 11, To business that we love, we rise betime. And go to 't with delight. Act 4, 4- This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. lb. Eros, unarm ; the long day's task is done, And we must sleep. Act 4, 1^, Wishers were ever fools. Act 4, 13. O, withered is the garland of the war. The soldier's po.'e is fallen. lb. Let's do it after the high Boman fashion. Jb. A rarer spirit never Did steer humanity: but you, gods, will give us Some faults to make us men. Act 5, 1. His legs bestrid the ocean : his reared arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied To all the tunjd spheres. Act S, 2. Tor his bounty, There was no winter in ' t : an autumn 'twas. lb. Mechanic slaves. With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. lb. His biting is immortal ; those that do die of it, do seldom or never recover, Jb. A very honest woman, but something given to lie, lb. If thou and nature can so gently part, The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch. Which hurts and is desired, lb. So young, and so untender ? King Lear. Act 1, 1, Come not between the dragon and his wrath. Jb. Hence, and avoid my sight ! lb. Time shall unfold what plighted cunning hides, Jo. My cue is villainous melancholy, with a sigh like Tom o' Bedlam, Act 1, 2. Avery honest-hearted fellow, and as poor asthe Mng. Act 1, 4. That which ordinary.men are fit for, I am qualified in ; and the best of me is diligence, lb. An thou canst not smile as the wind sits, thou'lt catch cold shortly, lb. 306 SHAKESPEARE. Have more than thou showest, Speak less than thou knowest, Lend less than thou owest. King Lear. Act 1, 4. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend, More hideous, when thou show'st thee in a child. Than the sea-monster ! -iO- How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! li- Striving to better, olt we mar what's well. lb. Zed ! thou unnecessary letter ! Act 2, ^. He cannot flatter, he, — An honest mind and plain,— he must speak truth ! An they will take it, so ; if t.ot, he's plam. These kind of knaves I know. ii. A good man's fortune may grow out at heels. -T*. Down, thou climbing sorrow. Thy element's below ! Act 2, 4- That, sir, which serves and seeks for gain. And follows but for form, Will pack when it begins to rain, And leave thee in the storm. 75. O, sir, you are old ! Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. ii. I confess that I am old ; Age is unnecessary. lb. O, let not women's weapons, water-drops. Stain my man's cheeks ! lb. To wilful men. The injuries that they themselves procure Must be their schoolmasters. lb. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! Act S, S. A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. lb. There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. lb, I am a man More sinned against than sinning, lb. O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that! Act S, 4 Tom's a-cold. ' lb. Take heed o' the foul fiend ! lb. Out-paramoured the Turk. lb. 'Tis a naughty night to swim in, lb. Drinks the green mantle of the standing pool, lb. But mice, and rats, and such small deer. Have been Tom's food for seven long year.* lb. The prince of darkness is a gentleman, lb. Child Eoland to the dark tower came. His word was still — Pie, f oh, and f um, I smell the blood of a British man. lb. The little dogs and all. Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me. Act 3, 6, Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tyke, or trundle-tail, lb. The worst is not, So lone as we can say, " This is the worst," Act 4,1. You are not worth the dust which the rude wind Blows in your face. Act 4i ^. Wisdom and goodnesg to the vile seem vile. lb. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. Act 4, 3. There she shook The holy water from her heavenly eyes. lb. Our foster-nurse of Nature is repose. Act 4, 4. How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! Act 4, 6. Half- way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head ; The fishermeUj that walk upon the beach. Appear like mice. lb. The murmuring surge, That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes, Cannot be heard so high. lb. Ay, every inch a king. lb. Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above, lb. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothe- cary, to sweeten my imagination, lb. A man may see how this world goes, with no eyes. Look with thine ears. lb. Lear : Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ?— Gfo. .• Ay, sii.—lear : And the creature run from the cur ? There thou might' st behold the great image of authority : a dog's obeyed in office. lb, • " Rattes and myse and such small dera Was his meate that seven yere." — " Romaunt of Syr Bevis." SHAKESPEAEE. 307 Through tattered clothes small vices do appear ; Eobes and furred gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the steong lance of justice hurtless breaks. King Lear, Act 4, 6. When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. lb. Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. Act 4, 7. I am a very foolish, fond old man, Fom'score and upward, not an hour more or less ; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. lb. Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Bipeness is all. Act 5, ^. Out-frown false fortune's frown. Act S, 3. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague* us. lb. The wheel has come full circle. lb. Cordelia, Cordelia ! stay a little. lb. Her voice was ever soft. Gentle, and low; an excellent thing in woman. /S., Tex not his ghost : Oh ; let him pass ! he hates him. That would upon the rack of this toughf world Stretch bi'm out longer. lb. He is gone indeed. The wonder is he hath endured so long : He but usurped his life. lb. A thing Too bad for bad report. Cymbellne. Act 1, 1. There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is. Act 1, 2. Boldness be my friend ! Act 1, 7. sleep, thou ape of death ! Act^, 2. Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings,:J: And Phoebus 'gins arise. His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced ilowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes ; With everything that pretty is. My lady sweet, arise ! Act 2, S. * In the quartos i' scourge" is substituted for "plague." t Altered by Pope to ".rough." X " None but the lark so shrill and clear I Now at Heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she siiigs." —John Lyly, "Alexander and Cainp.i8pe," Act As chaste as unsimned snow. Act ?, 5, There be many Caesars, Ere such another Julius. Britain is A world by itself ; and we will uothiflg pay For wearing our own noses. Act 3, 1, You shall find us in our salt-water girdle. 74. 0, for a horse with wings ! Act S, B. Why, one that rode to his execution, man, Could never go so slow. lb. Some griefs are med'cinable. lb. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Act 3, S. How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature ! lb. The game is up. lb, No ; 'tis slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword ;, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. Act S, 4- Men's vows are women's traitors. lb. Against self -slaughter There is a prohibition so divine, That cravens my weak hand. lb. Hath Britain all the sun that shines ? lb. Prythee, think There's livers out of Britain. lb. As quarrelous as the weasel. lb. Plenty and peace breeds cowards ; hardness ever Of hardiness is mother. Act S, 6, Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty "sloth Finds the down pillow hard. lb. Society is no comfort To one iiot sociable. Act 4, ^• Though mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust ; yet reverence (That angel of the world) doth make dis- tinction Of place 'tween high and low. /A_ Thersites' body is as good as Ajax', When neither are alive. lb. Fear no more tlie heat o' the sun. Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done. Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. lb. Thou hast finished joy and moan. lb. Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave ! lb. Every good servant does not all commands. Act S, 1. 308 SHAKESPEARE. He had rather Groan so in perpetuity, than be cured By the sure physician, death. Cymbeline. Act 5, 4. A thing of pity. Il>- Many dream not to find, neither deserre, And yet are steeped infavours. lb- He that sleeps feels not the toothache. lb. I would we were all of one mind, and one mind good ; O, there were desolation of gaolers and gallowses ! I ppeak against my present profit, but my wish hath a prefer- ment in' t. ^b. By medicine life may be prolonged, yet death Will seize the doctor too. Act 5, 5. Who is 't can read a woman ? Jb. Pardon's the word to all, lb. 1st Witch : When shall we three meet again. In thunder, lightning, or in rain P 2nd Witch : When the hurlyburly's done. When the battle's lost and won. Macbeth. Act 1, 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. lb. Banners flout the sky. Act 1, S. Though his bark cannot be lost, Yet it shall be tempest-tossed. Act 1, S. What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire, 'iliat lock not like the inhabitants o' the earth. And yet are on 't f lb. If you can look into the seeds of time, Aud say, which grain will grow, and which will not. lb. To be kins Stands net within the prospect of belief. lb. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. Ih. The insane root, That takes the reason prisoner. lb. Aud oftentimes, to win us to our harm. The instruments of darkness tell us truths ; AVin us with honest trifles, to betray us la deepest consequence. lb. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. lb. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings, lb. No'.hing is But what is not.. lb. Come what come may. Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. 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 'twere a careless trifle. Act 1, 4. There's no art To find the mind's construction in the face ; He was a gentleman on whom I built An absolute trust. lb. Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human Mndnef s To catch the nearest way; thou would^t be great ; Art not without ambition ; but without The illness should attend it. What thou wouldst highly That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false. And yet wouldst wrongly win. Act 1, 5, That no compunctious Tisitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. lb. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. lb. Look like the innocent flower. But be the serpent under it. lb. Co.'gne of vantage. Aet 1, 6. If it were done, when 'tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly. Act 1, 7. That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. lb. So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongaed, against The deep damnation of his taking oS. lb. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, hut only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. lb. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. lb. Letting " I dare not " wait upon " I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.' lb. I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more is none. lb. Nor time nor place Did then adhere. 76. We fail ! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. lb. Memory, the warder of the brain. 76. False face must hide what the false heart doth know. 76. There's husbandry in heaven ; Their candles are all out. Act H, 1. Shut up In measureless content. 76. lb. • See Proverbs : 'iTlie cat would eat fl.sh," (;te. SttAKESPfiAEl]. 309 Is this a dagger wUch I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee : — I have thee not eind yet I see thee still. Alt 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 brmnf Macbeth. Act ^, 1. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. 76. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell ! lb. The fatal bellman which gives the stem'st good-night. Act H. 2. The attempt, and not the deed. Confounds us. lb. Consider it not so deeply, lb. I had most need of blessing, and " Amen " Stuck in my throat. lb. Methought I heard a voice cry, " Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep," — the innocent Sleep that knits up the ravelled 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. Ih. Infirm of purpose \ lb. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand f No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnardine, Making the green — one red. ' lb. The labour we delight in physics pain. Act 2, S. Shake off this downy sleep, death's coimter- feit. lb. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Ih. Who can be wise, amazed, temperate, and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? No man, lb. To show an unfelt sorrow is an ofBce Which the false man does easy. Ih. There's daggers in men's smiles. lb. * In Hanmer's edition tlie ' ' voice " is continued to the end of Mact)eth's speech, Johnson made it stop at " munler sleep " (as above). Upon my head they put a fruitless crown. And put a barren sceptre in my gripe. Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, JJo son of mine succeeding. Act S, 1. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. lb. 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. lb. Naught's had, all's spent, Where our desire is got without content : 'Tis safer to be that which we destroy, Than, by destruction, dwell in doubtful joy. Act S, H. Things without all remedy Should be without regard ; what's done is done. lb. We have scotched the snake, not killed it. lb. 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. lb. A deed of dreadful note. lb, Bui now, I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in. Act S, 4- Now good digestion wait on appetite. And health on both ! lb Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me. lb. Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with. lb. What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Bussian bear, The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyi'can tiger ; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. lb. Hence, horrible shadow ! Unreal mockery, hence ! lb. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting. With most admired disorder. lb. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud. Without our special wonder ? Ih. Stand not upon the order of your going. But go at once. lb. Maeh. What is the night ? iarfy M. Almost at odds with morning. And you all know, security Is mortal's ohiefest enemy. lb. Act S, B. 310 SHAKESPEARE. Double, double, toil and trouble. Macbeth. Act 4, 1, Black spirits and white, Eed spirits and ^ey, Mingle, mingle, mingle. You that mingle may.* lb. By the pricking of my thumbs. Something wicked this way comes ; Open locks, whoever knocks. lb. How DOW, you secret, black, and midnight hags ! lb. A deed without a name. lb. But yet I'll make assurance double sure. And take a bond of fate. 76. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ? lb. What's done cannot be undone. lb. The weird sisters. lb. When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Act. 4t ^' Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Act 4, 3. I would not be the villain that thou think'st For the whole space that's in the tyrant's grasp. And the rich East to boot. lb. Boundless intemperance In nature is a tyranny ; it hath been The untimely emptying of the happy throne. And fall of many lungs. lb. Stands Scotland where it did ? lb. What, man ! ne'er pull your hat upon your brows ; Give sorrow words : the grief that does not Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. jj. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam, At one fell swoop ? 74. But I must also feel it as a man ; I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. lb. O, I could play the woman with mine eves. lb. Out, damned spot ! out, I say ; Act 6, 1. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afearedp lb. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him p lb. All the perfumes of Arabia will not Sweeten this little hand. /J, Foul whisperings are abroad. lb. The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon ! Where gott'st thou that goose look ? Act 5, S. This push Will cheer me ever, or dis-seat me now. I have lived long enough ; my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, 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. lb. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Huck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Baze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet oblivious antidote. Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff. Which weighs upon the heart ? lb. Throw physio to the dogs, I'll none of it. lb. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. lb. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; The cry is still, " They come." Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Act 5, 5. I have supped full with horrors ; Direnpss, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. lb. 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 ttets his hour upon the • This song is found in Middleton'a Witch "(1604). Acts, 2. 'The And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. Signifying nothing. 7/.. To doubt the equivocation of the fiend, That Ues like truth. lb. There is no flying hence, nor tarrying here, I 'gin to be a weary of the sun. 76. Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we'll die with harness on our back. lb. I bear a charmed life. Act 6, 7. SHAKESPEARE. 311 And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That paltCT with us with a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope, Hacbeth. Act 5, 7. Lay on, Macduff ; And damned be he that first cries, " Hold enough ! " lb. For this relief, much thanks. Hamlet. Act 1, T. ! farewell, honest soldier. lb. Ber. What is Horatio there ? Hor. A piece of him. lb. Is not this something more than fantasy ? lb. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. lb. Whose sore taisk Does not divide the Sunday from the week. 76. Bothmake the night joint-labourer with the day. Ih. Of unimproved metal hot and full. lb. Some entei^rise That hath a stomach in 't. lb. In the most high and palmy state of Borne. We do it wrong, being so majestioal. To offer it the show of violence. lb. And then it started, like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. lb. So hallowed and so gracious is the time. lb. But look, the mom, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill. J lb. Tet so far hath discretion fought with' nature, That we with wisest sorrow think on him, Together vrith remembrance of ourselves. f Act 1, 2. With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage. In ei^ual scale weighing delight and dole. lb. The head is not more native to the heart lb. He hath, my lord, wrung from me my alow leave By laboursome petition ; and, at last, Dpon his vrill I sealed my hard consent. lb, A little more than kin, and less than kind. /*. thou know'st 'tis common, all that live must die. Passing through nature to eternity. lb. Ay, madam, it is common. lb. Seems, madam ! Nay, it is ; I know not 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother. Nor customary suits of solemn black. Nor windy snspiration of forced breath. No, nor the fruitful river in the ej^e. Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage. Together with all forms, modes,* shows of That can denote me truly j these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play. But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. lb. But to persever In obstinate condolement, is a course Of impious stubbornness ; 'tis unmanly grief ; It shows a will most incorrect to heaven, A heai't unf ortifiedj a mind impatient. lb, 0, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter. O God ! OGod! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed ! Things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this ! /*. Hyperion to a satyr: so loving' to my mother. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. lb Frailty, thy name is woman ! lb. A little month. lb. Like Niobe, all tears. lb. A beast, that wants discourse of reason. lb. But no more like my father, Than I to Hercules. lb. Itis not, nor it cannot come to good. lb. We'll teach you to drink deep ere you depart, lb. The funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Ere I had ever seen that day, Horatio ! lb. In my mind's eye, Horatio. lb. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. lb, * "Modes" is the modern reading ; "moods" la the folio and quartos. S12 SHAKESPEARE. In the dead vast* and middle of the night. Hamlet. Act 1, 2. Armed at all points. lb. These hands are not more like. H- But answer made it none. I^* A countenance more In sorrow than in anger. lb- While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. lb. A sable silvered. lb. I'll speak to it, though hell itseU should gape, And bid me hold my peace. lb. If you have hitherto concealed this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still ; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night. Give it an understanding, but no tongue. I wiU requite your loves. lb. Foul deeds will rise. Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Xb. A violet in the youth of primy nature. Forward, not permanent, sWeet, not lasting. The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Act 1, 3. His greatness weighed, his will is not his own ; For he himself is subject to his birth : He may not as unvalued persons do. Carve for himself ; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of the whole state. lb. And keep you in the rear of your affection. Jib. The chariest maid is prodigal enough. If she unmask her beauty to the moon ; Vii'tue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infants of the spring,t Too oft before their buttons be disclosed ; And in the mom and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are msst imminent. lb. Be wary, then ; best safety lies in fear. lb. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine. Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. lb. A double blessing is a double grace. lb. • " Waist " in many editions ; oftorwards piinted "waste." "Vast" in the quarto of 1603. \ See "Love's Labour Lost": "The firstborn Inrants of the spring," And these few precepts in thy memoiy See thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoopsj of But do 'not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but, being in, . Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy. But not expressed in fancy ; rich not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France, of the best rank and station. Are most select and generous chief in that. 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. Farewell ; my blessing season this in thee ! lb, 'Tis in my memory locked. And you yourself shall keep the key of it. You speak like a green girl, Unsifted in such perilous circumstance, lb. Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know When the blood bums, how prodigal the soul Lends§ the tongue vows, t lb. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. lb. It is a nipping and an eager air. Act 1, 4. But, to my mind — though I am native here, And to the manner bom— it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. lb. Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! lb. Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. lb. Let me not burst in ignorance ! lb In complete steel, Eevisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon. Making night hideous. lb, J "Hooks" in many editions, but without authoi-ity. § "Gives" in the folio; "lends "in the quartos. SHAKESPEARE. 818 With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls. Hamlet. Act 1, 4- Look, with what courteous action If\ waves* you to a more removed ground. /*. I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And, for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal aa itself ? lb. Go on ; I'U follow thee. lb. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. lb. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. lb. Whither wilt thou lead me ? speak ; 111 go no further. -Act 1, 5. 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 oombinfed locks to part. And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine ; But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. — List, list, O list ! lb. Murder most foul, as in the best it is. But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. lb. With wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of love. lb. my prophetic soul ! mine uncle ! lb. 0, Hamlet, what a falling off was there ! From me, whose love was of that dignity. That it went hand in hand even with the vow 1 made to her in man-iage. lb. But soft ! methinks, I scent the morning's air. Tb. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, tTnhouseled, disappointed, nnaneled ; No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head ; horrible ! horrible ! most horrible ! If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not. lb. Leave her to Heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge. To prick and sting her. lb. While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee ! Tea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past. That youth and observation copied there. lb. •"Wafts "in the folio. Within the book and volunie Of my brain. lb. villain, villain, smiling, damnid villain ! lb. 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. lb. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. /*. And so, without more circumstance at all, 1 hold it fit that we shake hands and part ; You, as your business and desire shall point you. For every man hath business and desire. Such as it is — and for mine own poor part. Look yon, I'll go pray. . lb. These are but wild and whirling words, my lord. lb. It is an honest ghost, that let ine tell you. - lb. Art thou there, truepenny ? Come on, — you hear this fellow in the cellarage. lb. but this is wondrous lb. O day and nig strange ! There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in yourf philosophy. lb. Best, rest, perturbed spirit. lb. The time is out of joint ;— cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right ! lb. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind ; A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Act ^, 1. Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth. lb. By indirections find directions out. lb. He raised a sigh so piteous and profound, That it did seem to shatter all his bulk. lb. This is the very ecstasy of love. lb. Such thanks As fits a king's remembrance. Act 2, 2. Thou still hast been the father of good news. lb. lb. lb. Brevity is the soul of wit. More matter with less art. That he is mad, 'tis true ; 'tis true 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis 'tis true ; a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. lb. t The original reading is "our philosophy." 314 SHAKESPEARE. And now remains That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect. For this effect, defective, comes by cause. Hamlet. Act 2, S. That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; " beautified " is a vile phrase. /4. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love. M>. Hath there been such a time, I'd faiu know that, When I have positively said " 'Tis so," And it proved otherwise ? li. Let me be no assistant for a state. But keep a farm, and carters. li. Samlet. You are a fishmonger. Folonius, Not I, my lord. Samlet. Then I would you were so honest a man. li. Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.* li. Still harping on my daughter. li. Words, words, words ! li. The satirical rogue says here, that old men have grey beards ; tliat their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum ; and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most Weak hams : all which, sii', though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down ; for you yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if, like a crab, you could go backward. li. Though this be madness, yet there is method in it, li. These tedious old fools. li. As the indifferent children of the eai-th. li. On Fortune's cap we are not the very ' button. li. Samlet, What news ? Mosencrantz. None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest. Samlet. Then is doomsday near ? li. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. lb. God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams. Jb. The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream. li. 1 hold ambition of so airy and light a quality that it is but a shadow's shadow. li. * "Two thousana" in the folio; "ten" in the quartos. Beggar that I am, I am poor even in thanks. Il>. It goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent cano]py, the air, look you, — this brave o'er- hangmg firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,— why, it appears no other thing to me but a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in foiin and moving, how express and admirable ! in action, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a god ! the beauty of the world ! the paragon of animals ! and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me ; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling, you seem to say so. li. Thei'e was no such stuff in my thoughts. li, ■ And the lady shall say her mind freely, or the blank verse shall halt for it. Ji, 'Faith, there has been much to do on both sides ; and the nation holds it no sin, to tarre them to controversy. li. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. li. I am but mad north-north-west ; when the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from i handsaw. li. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Jb, The play, I remember, pleased not the million ; 'twas caviare to the general. li. Let them be well used ; for they are the abstracts, and brief chronicles, of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph, than their ill report while you lived. Jb. Use every man after his desei't, and who should 'scape whipping? Use them after your own honour and dignity ; the less they deserve, the more merit is in your bounty. Ji. 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! II, What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? Ji. He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with honid speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free ; Confound the i^orant ; and amaze, indeed. The very faculties of eyes and ears. Ji. A dull, and muddy-mettled rascal. lb. But I am pigeon-livered, and lack gall To make oppression bitter. S), SHAKESPEAEE. 315 Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with woi'ds. And fall a-cuisiug, like a very drab. Hamlet. AHS,ll. For murder, though it hare no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Ji. The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. lb. I'll haye grounds More relative than this ; the play's the thing Wherein I'U catch the conscience of tht king. II). 'Tis too much proved, — that with devotion's visage And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Act 3, 1. To be, or not to be ; that is the question : — Whether 'tis 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 heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation iDevontly to be wished. 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 panse : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's vn-ong, the proud* man's contnlnely, The pangs of despisedf love, the law's delay, The msolence of of&ce, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels hear,J To grunt and sweat under a wearjr life, But that the dread of something atter death, The undiscovered 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 doth 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. lb. ' " The poor man's contumely '" in the folio. + " Disprlz'd " in the folio ; " despis'a " in the quarto. J " Who would these fardels hear," in the folio. II " Awry " in the qnarto ; " away " in the folio. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. lb. For, to the noble mind, Eich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. Jb. Get thee to a nunnery. Jb. I am myself indifferent honest. lb. What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth ? We are arrant knaves, all. lb. Let the doors he shut upon him, that he may play the fool nowhere but in |s own house. Jb. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Jb. If thou vrilt needs marry, marry a fool ; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them. Jb. I have heard of your paintings, too, well enough. God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Jb. 0, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eje, tongue, sword: The expectancy and rose of the fair state. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form. The observed of all observers ! quite, quite, down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That sucked the honey of his music vows. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason. Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; That unmatched form and figure of blown youth, Blasted with ecstasy. 0, woe is me ! To see what I have seen, see what I see ! lb. Madness in great ones must not unwatched go. Jb. Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier had spoke my lines. 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 your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness. Act 3, «. 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. Jb. It out-herods Herod : pray you, avoid it. Jb. 316 SHAKESPEARE. Be not too tatue neither, tat let your own discretion Ire your tutor : 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 3, 2. The purpose of playing ; whose end, both at the hrst, and now, was, and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. lb. Though it make the. unsMlfuI laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieTe ; the censure of which one, must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others. lb. Not to speak it profanely. lb. Having neither the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man. lb. I have thought some of nature's jountioy- men had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. lb. I hope we have reformed that indifferently. lb. 0, reform it altogether. lb. That's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it. lb. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. lb. Nay, do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I hope from thee. That no revenue hast, but thy good spirits? No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Wiiere thrift may follow fawning. lb. A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Has ta'en with eqiial thanks : and bless'd are those. Whose blood and judgment are so well co-mingled. That they are not a pipe for Fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man Tliat 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. lb. And my miaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. JJ. Here's metal more attractive. lb. Tour only jig-maker. n. Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. lb. Die two months ago, and not forgoiteH yet? Then there's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year ; biit, by'r lady, he must build churches then. lb. For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. lb. Marry, this is miching mallecho ; it means mischief. lb- Samlet : Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring? Oph. : 'Tia brief, my lord. Mam. : As woman's love. lb, O, confound the rest ! Such love must needs be treason in my breast : In second husband let me be accurst ! None wed the second but who killed the first. -lb. I do believe you think what now you speak ; But what we do determine oft we break. Purpose is but the slave to memory. lb. If she should break it now ! Jb. Sleep rock thy brain ; And never come mischance between us twain ! lb. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Jb. No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest ; no offence i' the world. lb. We that have free souls, it touches us not : let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Jb, Why let the strucken deer go weep. The hart ungalUd play ; For some must watch, while some must So runs the world away. Jb, Put your discourse into some frame, and start not so wildly from my affair. Jb, O wonderful son, that can so astonish a mother ! ~ Jb, The proverb is something musty. Jb, 'Tis as easy as lying. Jb. It will discourse most eloquent* music. Jb. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops ; you vrould pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass. Jb. Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me. Jb. It is backed like a weasel. Jb, Very like a whale. Jb. * In Knight's edition, " excellent music" SHAKESPEARE. 317 They fool me to the top of my bent. Ih. Hamlet. Aot 3, 2. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world ; now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. lb. Let me be cruel, not unnatural : I will speak daggers to her, but use none. lb. 0, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven ; .It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder ! Act S, 3, My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent. lb. May one be pardoned, and retain th' offence ? lb. Try what repentance can ; what can it not ? Tet what can it, when one can not repent ? lb. Help, angels, make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees ! and, heart, with stnngs of steel. Be soft as sinews of the new-bom babe, lb. Now might I do it, pat. Some act That has no relish of salvation in it. lb. lb. Words without thoughts never to heaven go. lb. Tell him his pranks have been too broad to bear with. Act 3, 4- How now ! a rat ? Dead, for a ducat, dead ! lb. And let me wring your heart : for so I shall. If it be made of penetrable stuff. lb. Such an act. That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Jb. As false as dicers' oaths. Jb. Ah me, what act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? Jb. Look hero, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on his brow ; Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself ; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, Xew-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. Jb. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor ? Jb, At your age. The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble. And waits upon the judgment. lb. shame, where is thy blush ? Jb. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ; That from a sheU the precious diadem stole. And put it in his pocket. Jb. A king of shreds and patches. Ih. Do you not come your tardy son to chide ? Jb. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Jb. For use almost can change the stamp of nature, Jb. Tears, perchance, for blood, Jb. This is the very coinage of your brain : This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Jb. My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time. And makes as' healthful music. It is not madness That I have uttered : bring me to the test. Jb. ' Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Jb. Bepent what's past ; avoid what is to come. For in the fatness of these pursy times. Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg. Jb. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. lb. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat. Jb. And when you are desirous to be blessed, I'll blessing beg of you. Jb. 1 must be cruel, only to be kind : Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Jb. For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petard ; and it shall go hard. But I will delve one yard below their mines. And blow them to the moon. Jb. He keeps them, like an ape does nuts, in the comer of his jaw ; first mouthed, to be last swallowed. Act 4, ^■ Jb. Like a mildewed ear. Blasting his wholesome brother. lb. A knavish speech sleeps in a foolish ear. Diseases, desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved. Or not at all. Act 4, 3. 318 SHAKESPEARE. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. Hamlet. Act 4, S. We go to gain a little patch of ground, That hath in it no profit but the name. Act 4i 4- What is a man If his chief good, and market of his time. Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure, he, that made us with such large discourse. Looking before, and after, gave us not, That capability a.nd godlike reason. To fust in us unused. lb. Eightly to be great. Is not to stir without great argument. But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake. Id. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Act 4, S. We must be patient : but I cannot choose but weep, to think they should lay himi' the cold ground. Jb. When sorrows come, they come not single spies. But in battalions. lb There's such divinity doth hedge a king. That treason can but peep to what it would. lb. To hell, allegiance ! vows, to the blackest devil ! Conscience and grace, to the prof oundest pit lb There's rosemary, that's for remembrance ; pray, love, remember : and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. Ji. You must wear your rue with a difference. lb. They say he made a good end. lb. And will he not come again ? 7J. No, no, he is dead. Go to thy death-bed. He never will come again. Jl> He is gone, he is gone. And we oast away moan ; Grammercy on his soul ! JJ_ His means of death, his obscure funeral, No trophy, sword, nor hatchment o'er his bones, No noble rite, nor formal ostentation. Jb. And, where the ofEenoe is, let the great axe fall. jj. It warms the very sickness in my heart That I shall live and tell him to his teeth " Thus diddest thou." Act 4' 7' A very riband in the cap of youth, 2b. He grew into his seat ; And to such wondrous doing brought hia horse, As he had been incoiTpsed and demi-natured With the brave beast. li. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. lb. Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, And therefore I forbid my tears : but yet It is our trick ; nature her custom holds. Let shame say what it will, lb. Crowner's-quest law. Act 5, 1, There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-makers : they hold up Adam's profession, lb. Cudgel thy brains no more about it ; for your dull ass wiU not mend his pace with beating. lb. Hath this feUow no feeling of his business ? lb, The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. lb. The pate of a politician, . could circumvent God. one that 'lb. Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks f lb. One that was a woman, sir ; 'brxt, rest her soul, she's dead. il. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. lb. The age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe, lb, Alas, poor Yorick ! — Iknew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. lb. 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 jeering ? quit^ chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Jb. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole ? lb. 'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so.* lb. J. SVi'?" «stune qu'il y ait qnelque vice (3 iinpi4t6 4 trop ourieusement s'enquerir dc Dieu et du iiionde."— Montaigne, "Essais" (1580), Book 2, ell. 12. (Plato holds tliat tliere is some vice of impiety in mquiring too carious!!; about God and the world.) SHAKESPEARE. 319 Imperial Coesar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Hamlet. Act 5, 1. Lay her i' the earth ; And from her fair and unpolluted flesh, May violets spring ! lb. I tell thee, churlish priest, A minist'rin^ angel shall my sister be, When thou best howling. lb. Sweets to the sweet : farewell ! lb. Sir, though I am not splenetive and rash. Yet have I in me something dangerous. lb. ' N;ay, an thou 'It mouth, I'll rant as well as thou. lb. And thus awhile the fit will work on tiiTn ; Anon, as patient as the female dove. When that her golden couplets are disclosed. His silence will sit drooping. lb. Let Hercules himself do what he may. The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. ib. This grave shall have a living monument. Ib. There's a divinity that shapes our ends, Eough-hew them how we will. Act 5, S. It did me yeoman's service. Ib. What imports the nomination of this gentleman p Ib. The phrase would he more german to the matter. Ib. Not a whit, we defy augury : there 's a providence in the fall of a sparrow. Ib. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house. And hurt my brother. li. I do receive your offered love, like love, And will not wrong it. Ib. A hit, a very palpable hit. Ib, Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osrip: I am justly killed with mine own treachery. This fell sergeant. Death, Is strict in his arrest. Ib. Beport me and my cause aright. Ib. I am more an antique Boman than a Satie. Ib. Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity a while. And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Ib. The rest is silence. Ib. Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night,' sweet prince. Ib. The weakest goes to the wall. Borneo and Juliet. Act 1, 1. Abr. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir ? Sam, Is the law of our side if I say ay ? Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.- Ib, An hour before the worshipped sun Peered forth the golden wmdow of the east. Ib. 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.* Ib. From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed. t lb. Saint-seducing gold. Ib. He that is strucken blind, cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. And 'tis not hard, I think, For men so old as we to keep the peace. Act 1, 2. When well apparelled April on the heel Of limping wmter treads. Ib, One fire bums out another's burning ; One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Ib. Compare her face with some that I shall show. And I will mate thee think thy swan a crow. Ib. For I am proyerbed with u, grand-sire phrase. Act 1, 4. Oh, 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 forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spmners' legs; The cover, of the vrings of grasshoppers ; Her traces, of the smallest spider's web. Her collars, of the moonshine's watery beams. Ib, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Ib. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut. Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub. Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makevs. Ib. * The folio and earlier editions have " same " for " sun." t " Uncliarmed" in the folio and earlier editions. 320 SHAKESPEARE. And soiuetimeG comes she with a tithe-pig's tail, rickling a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another henefice : Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. And then dreams he of catting foreign throats. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades. Of healths five fathom deep. Romeo and Juliet. Act 1, 4. And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. lb, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of au idle brain. Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind. lb. But He, that hath the steerage of my course. Direct my sail !* lb, A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear. Such as would please. Act 1, S, For you and I are past our dancing days. lb. O, she doth teach the torches to bum bright ! It seems she hangsf upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. lb. He bears him like a portly gentleman : And to say truth, Verona brags of him To be a virtuous and weU-govemed youth. lb. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. lb. My only love sprung from my only hate ! Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! JJ. When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid. Act S, 1, He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Act 2, t. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! lb, O, Eomeo, Eomeo ! wherefore art thou Eomeo? /j_ What's in a name? that which we call a rose, By any other uamej would smell as sweet. Jb. For stony limits cannot hold love out. lb. Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye, Thau twenty of their swords : look thou'but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity. Jb. ' Direct my suit " in the folio and quarto of t Later editions read : " Her beauty hangs'ution the clioek of night." * " By any other word " in the folio and quarto of 1009. I have night's cloak to hide me from their lb. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face ; Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek. ' 15. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compli- ment ! lb. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. lb. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond. lb, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be lb. 1609. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon. That monthly changes in her circled orb. lb. Do not swear at all ; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry. M, It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightriing which doth cease to be Eie one can say it lightens. lb. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath. May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. jb. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. Jb. All this is but a dream. Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Jb. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay, And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world. Jb. O for a falconer's voice, To Im-e this tassel-gentle baok again ! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud ; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. Jb, How silver sweet sound- lovers' tongues by night. Like softest music to attending ears ! Jb, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Jb, Yet I should kUl thee with much cherish- ing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, - That I shall say good-night, till it be morrow. Jj, Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to vest ! jj)^ SHAKESPEARE. 32] miokle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, antl their true qualities ; For nought so vile that on the eai-th doth live But to the earth some special good doth give ; Nor anght so good, but, strained from that fair use, Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; And vice sometime 's by action dignifiecl. Romeo and Juliet. Act S, 3. It argues a distempered head So soon to bid good-morrow to thy bed ; Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And, where care lodges, sleep will never lie. lb. When, and where, and how, Wejuet, we wooed, and made exchange ol vow, I'll tell thee as we pass. lb. Pronounce this sentence, then. Women may fall when there's no strength in men. lb. For this alliance may so happy prove. To turn your households' rancour to pure love. lb. Wisely, and slow ; they stumble that run fast. Ih Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act 2, 4. More than prince of cats. lb. Why, is it not a lamentable thing, grand- sire, that we should be thus afflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, Xheae pardon-mea ? lb. flesh ! flesh ! how thou art fishified ! lb. My business was great ; and in such a case a man may strain courtesy. lb. 1 am the verj pink of courtesy. lb. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting : it is a most sharp sauce. lb. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love f lb. One, . . . that God hath made himself to mar. lb. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear him- self talk ; and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. lb. As pale as any clout in the varsal world. lb. These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die. Act 2, 6. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint : A lover may bestride the gossamer That idles in the wanton summer air. iJ- 21a Till holy church incoi-porate two iu one. lb. Thou I why, thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast Act 3, 1. Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg is full of meat. lb. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze: I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. lb. calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! lb. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve : ask for me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I am peppered, 1 waiTant, for this world ; — a plague o' both your houses ! lb. I thought all for the best, lb. 0, 1 am fortune's fool ! lb. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. lb. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds. Towards Phoebus' mansion. Act 3, 2. 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. lb. Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! lb. Was ever book, containing such vile matter. So fairly bound? that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! lb. There's no trust. No faith, no honesty in men ; all perjm'eJ, All forsworn, all naiight, all dissemblers. lb. He was not bom for shame : Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit ; For 'tis a throne where honour may be crowned Sole monarch of the universal earth. Ih. Borneo, come forth ; come forth, thou fear- ful man ; Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity. Act S, 3. For exile hath more terror in his look. Much more than death. lb. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. lb. Hang up philosophy ! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet. lb. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountains' tops. Act 3, 5. 322 SHAKESPEARE. straining harsh diseorcla and unpleasing sharps. Romeo and JuUet. Act S, 5, Villain and he be many miles asunder. lb. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Act 4, 1- Not stepping o'er the hounds of modesty. Act 4, g. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Act 4, 5. "Music with her silver sound," because musicians have no gold for sounding. lb. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act 5, 1. Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. lb. A beggarly account of empty boxes. lb. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks. Need and oppression starveth in thine eyea, Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back. The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich ; Then be not poor, but break it. lb. My poverty, but not my will, consents. lb. The time and my intents are savage-wild ; More fierce, and more inexorable far. Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Act 5, 3. Can vengeance be pursued further than death ? /j_ Tempt not a desperate man. lb. Put not another sin upon my head By m-ging me to fury. /}. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. lb. Beauty's ensign yet Is cnmson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, i And death s pale flag is not advanced there. Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! Jb. Come bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide ' Thou desperate pilot, now at length run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Jb, Horribly stuffed with epithets of war. Othello. Act 1, 1, A fellow almost damned in a fair wife ; That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows, More than a spinster. lb. The bookish theoric. lb. Mere prattle without practice Is all his scholarship. lb, 'Tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter and affection, Not by the old gradation, vrhere each second Stood heir to the first. lb. We cannot all be masters. lb. Whip me such honest knaves. lb. But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve I'or daws to peck at : I am not what I am. lb. Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. •/*, Who would be a father ? /*. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience To do no contrived murder. I lack iniquity' Sometime to do me service. Act 1, 2. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. /*, For my particular grief Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature. That it engluts and swallows other sorrows. Act 1, 3. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors. My very noble and approved good masters, — That I have ta'eu away this old man'a daughter. It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offendhig Hath this extent, no more ! Rude am I in my speech. And little blessed with the soft phrase oi peace. /j. The tented field. lb. And httle of this great world can I apeak. More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself. lb. I will a round unvarnished tale deliver, lb. A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blushed at herself. JJ. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherem I spake of most disastrous chances ; Of movmg accidents by flood and field ; Of hail-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach ; Of being taken by the insolent foe, And sold to slavery. Ji . SHAKESPEARE. 323 Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle, Eough qiiaiTies, rocl^, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was my process ; And of the cannibals that each other eat. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow heneath their shoulders. These thmgs to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline. OtheUo, Actl, S. She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; She swore, — In faith, 'twas sti'ange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful ; She wished she had not heard it ; yet she wished That heaven had made her such a man : she thanked 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 passed ; And I loved her that she did pity them. This is the only vritchcraft I have used. lb. Take up this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken weapons rather use, Than their bare hands. lb. I do perceive here a divided duty. lb. The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. /*. The tyrant custom, most grave senators. Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war, My thrice-driven bed of down. lb. I saw Othello's visage in his mind. lb. A moth of peace. lb. She has deceived her father, and may thee. lb. I will incontinently drown myself. lb. Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. lb. Put money in thy purse. lb. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. lb. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse. lb. Framed to make women false. lb. 1 have 't; — ^it is engendered; — hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's hght. lb. A maid That paragons description and wild fame ; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. Act 0, 1. Do not put me to 't, Tor I am nothing if not critical. lb. I am not merry, but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. lb. She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, See suitors following, and not look behind. lb. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. lb. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! lb. Is he not a, most profane and liberal counsellor ? lb. He speaks home, madam ; you may relish him more in the soldier than iu the scholar. A subtle slippery knave. * lb. Making him egregiously an ass. lb. Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop Not to outsport discretion. Act 2, S. Potations pottle deep. lb. And let me the canakin clink ! A soldier's a man ; A life 's but, a span ; Why, then, let a soldier drink. lb. Most potent in potting. lb. 'Tis pride that pulls the country down.* lb. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep. .lb. Silence that dreadful bell ! lb. The world" hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. lb. But men are men; the best sometimes forget. lb. Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. lb. Cassio, I love thee ; But never more he officer of mine. lb. Ay, past all surgery. lb. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! 0, I have lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. /*. O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! lb. O that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! Jb. Had I as many mouths as Hydi-a, sxich an answer would stop them all. lb. •Prom llie old ballad, "Take thy old eloak about thee." In " Percy's Eeliques " the line i3 given: "Itt's pride that putts this countrye aowne." m SaAKESMAHU. Every inordinate ciip is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Othello. Act ^, S. Come, come ; good wine is a good fajniliar creature, i£ it be well used. U. How poor are they that have not patience ! What wound did ever heal, but by degrees ? Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. li. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee I And when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Act 3, S. Good name in man or woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that niches from me my good name, Eobs me of that which not enriches him. And makes me poor indeed. /{. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-ej'ed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. lb. But, 0, what damned minutes tells he o'er. Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet fondly loves.* lb. Pobr and content is rich, and rich enough. lb. To be once in doubt. Is once to be resolved. lb. If I do prove her haggard. Though that her jesses were my dear heart- strings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind To prey at fortune. Tb. I am declined Into the vale of years. lb. That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites. Ih. Trifles, light as air. Are to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. " lb. ' Not poppy, nor niandragora. Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world. Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Jl>. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all. Jit^ * In the quarto edition "strongly loves " is the reading, inste.id of "fondly loves." O, now, for evei", Farewell the tranqvul mind ! farewell cdn» tent ! Farewell the plumed troops,t and flie 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 coun- terfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lb. Be sure of it : give me the ocular proof. lb. No hinge, nor loop To hang a doubt on. lb. On horror's head horrors accumulate : Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed. Jb. But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Jb. 0, that the slave had forty thousand lives 1 One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Jb. 0, hardness to dissemble ! Act S, 4- The hearts of old gave hands : But our new heraldry is— hands not hearts. Jb. They laugh that win. Act 4, !• I would have him nine years a killing. Jb, 0, she will sing the savageness out of a bear ! lb. But yet the pity of it, lago ! — 0, lago, the pity of it, lago ! Jb. I understand a fury in vour words. But not the words. Act 4, 2. Had it pleased heaven To try me with aifliction ; had he rained All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head: Steeped me in poverty to the very lips ; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ; I should have found in some part of my soul A drop of patience : but, alas, to make me A fixed figure, for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at ! J Jb. Patience, thou young and rose - lipped chembin. Jb. t Troops. The quarto has " troop." t In the folio : " The fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow and moving linger ati* SHAKESPEARE. 325 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 bom ! Othello. Act 4, 2. I will be hanged if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office. Have not devised tliis slander. lb. Fie, there is no such man ; it is impossible. lb. heaven, that such companions thou'dst imfold. And put in every honest hand a whip. To lash the rascals naked through the world. Even from the east to the west ! lb. Suig willow, willow, willow. 'Tis neither here nor there. Aot4, 3. lb. Nay, whether he kill Cassio, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other. Every way makes my game. Act 5, 1, He hath a daily beauty in his life. lb. Tfi11 men i' the dark ! Jb. This is the night That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. lb. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, — Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! — It is the cause. lb. That whiter skin of hers than snow. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Act 5, S. 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. lb. I will kill thee, And love thee after. lb. Had all his hairs been lives, my great U. revenge Had stomach for them all. My wife ! my wife ! what wife ? — I have no wife. 0, insupportable ! heavy hour ! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon. lb. It is the very error of the moon. lb. Then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. lb, A guiltless defttb I clie, n. O, the more angel she. And you the blacker devil ! lb. She was false as water. lb. If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. lb. But why should honour outlive honesty ? , lb. lb. Who can control his fate ? Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. lb, I have done the state some service, and they know 't. lb. 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 easilyjealous, but, being wrought. Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whoso hand Like the base Indian,* threw a pearl away, Eicher than all his tribe : of one, whose subdued eyes. Albeit unused to the melting mood. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. lb. All that is spoke is marred. Ih, I kissed thee, ere I killed thee. lb. Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. litns Andronlcus. Act 1, S. He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause. lb. She is a woman, therefore may be wooed ; 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 ; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know. Act$, 1, Sorrow ooDcealJd, like an oven stopped. Doth bum the heart to cinders where it is. Act $, 5, Comfortless As frozen water to a starved snake. Acts, 1, Two may keep counsel when the third's away.f Act 4, ^• I The eagle suffers little birds to sing. And is not careful what they mean thereby. Act 4, 4- * Indian. " Judean " in tjie first folio. t This is a proverbial expression. 5ee: "For t-lirc may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie." — Chaucek, "The Ten Commandments of Love," 41; aZso, "Three may keepe counsayle, if two bf i(Wii»,'VJ, Hbvwqop, "Proveibs." 326 SHAKESPEARE. If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul. Titus AndroniouB. Act 6, d. To siug a song that old was sung. Pericles. Act 1. Frelude. It hath been sung at festivals, On ember eves, and holy-ales ; And lords and ladies in their lives Have read it for restoratives. li- Few love to hear the sins they love to act. Act 1, 1. Kings are eai-th's gods ; in vice their law's their will; And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth ill? lb- How courtesy would seem to cover sin ! lb. They do abuse the king, that flatter him ; For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ; The thing the which is flattered, but a spark To which that blast gives heat and stronger glowing. -^ct 1, 2, 'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss. lb. Srd Fisher. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1st Fisher. Why, as men do a-land -the great ones eat up the little ones. Act S, 1. Opinion's but a fooi, that makes us scan The outward habit by the inward man. Act 2, g. 'Tis more by fortune, lady, than by merit. Act %, 3. The cat with ejne of burning coal. Act S. Prelude. O you gods ! Why do you make us lovo your goodly gifts. And' snatch them straight away V Act 3, 1. We are strong in custom, lb. No vizor does become black villainy So well as soft and tender flattery. Act 4, k. Hunting he loved, but love ho laughed to scorn. Poems. Venus and Adonis. St. 1. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green. Or, like a nymph, with long dishevelled hair. Dance on the sands, and yet no footing seen. Love is a spirit, all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. St. %5. "Ah me," quoth Venus, "young, and so unkind I " St. 32. Art thou a woHian's son, and canst not feel What 'tis to love ? St.,34. Look what a horse should have, he did not lack. Save a proud rider on so proud a back. St. 50. Like a melancholy malcontent, St. 53. The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath none. 'S'. ^5. Foul words and frowns must not repel a lover ; What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis plucked. Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast. Yet love breaks through, and picks them all at last. St. 96. For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy Doth call himself Affection's sentinel ; Gives false alarms, suggesteth mutiny. St. 109. This carry-tale, dissentious Jealousy, That sometime true news, sometime false doth bring. -S'^ HO. Danger deviseth shifts ; wit waits on fear, ^ St. 115. Love-lacking vestals, and self-loving nuns. St. Iso. Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, But sold that's put to use more gold begets. ^ St. 123. For know, my heart stands armed in mine ear, And will not let a false sound enter there. St. 130; Love comforteth, like sunshine after rain. St. 134. More I could tell, but more I dare not say ; The text is old, the orator too green. St. 135. Finding their enemy to be so curst. They all strain court' sy who shall cope him first. St. 14s. Look, how the world's' poor people are amazed At apparitions, signs, and prodigies. St. 155. Grief hath two tongues : and never womaa yet. Could rule them both, without ten women's wit. St. 168. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain. And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. St. 170. The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. St. m. Beauty itself doth of itself pei-suade The eyes of men without an orator. Lucrece. St. 5. In silent wonder of still-gazing eyes. St. 12. Then where is truth if there be no self -trust ? St, gS. SHAKESPEARE. 327 Or sells eternity to get a toy. Lucrece. iS'^. SI. But nothing can affection's course control. Or stop the headlong fury of his speed. St. 7g. Pity-pleading eyes. St. 81. Soft pity enters at an iron gate. St, 85. For princes are the glass, the school, the book, Where suhjects' eyes do learn, do read, do look. St. 88. Men's faults do seldom to themselves appear. St. 91. Small lights are soon blown out, huge fires abide. And with the wind in greater fury fret. St. 93. O comfort-killiag night, image of hell ! Sim register ajid notary of shame ! Black stage for ti'agedies and murders fell ! Vast sin-concealing chaos ! nm'se of blame ! -S^ 110. Opportimity, thy guilt is great ! 'Tis thou that execut'st the traitor's ti'easbn. St. 126. Time's glory ii to calm contending kings, i To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to Ught. &t. 135. To wrong the wronger till he render right. lb. And turn the giddy round of Fortune's wheel. St. 136. For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. St. 144. Grief best is pleased with grief's society. St. 159. "lis double death to drown in ken of shore. St. 160. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Sonnets. Jfo. 3. True concord of well-tuned sounds. No. 8. And stretched metre of an antique song. No. 17. Bough winds do shake the darling buds of May; And summer's lease hath all too short a date. No. 18. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. lb. Yet, do thy worst, old Time. No. 19. The painful warrior, famoused for fight,* After a thousand victories, once foiled, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. ^_^ No. 25: • "Fainonsed for worth," in the original. Tlie want of a rhyme shows that there has been some error in printing. 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. No. SO. Full many a glorious morning have I seen. No. 33. And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud. No. 35. • My grief lies onward, and my joy behind. No. 50. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive tliis powerful rhyme. No. 65. Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do om' minutes hasten to their end. No. 60. And Art made tongue-tied by Authority. No. 86. And simple truth, miscalled simplicity. And captive good attending captain ill. lb. So all my best is dressing old words new. No. 76. You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, — even m the mouths of men. No. 81. Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possess- ing. No. 87. Some glory in their birth, some in their skiU, Some in their wealth, some in their body's force ; Some in their garments, though new-fangled Some in their hawks and houndsj some in their horse ; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, Eicher than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, Of more delight than hawks or horses be. I No. 91. When proud-pied April, dressed in all his I trim. Hath put a spiiit of youth in everything. No. 98. To me, fair friend, you never can be old. For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty stiU. No. IO4. And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. No. 106. My nature is subdued To what it works in^ like the dyer's hand ; Pity me then and wish I were renewed. No. in. Let me not to the maiTiage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. No.im. No. — I am that I am ; and they that level At ray abuses, reckon up their own. No, 121, 328 SHAKESPEARB-SHAW. Nor that full star that ushers in the even. Sonnets. No. 1S2. When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she hes, That she might tliink roe some untutored youth, tTnleamed in the world's false subtleties. No. 138. Love is too young to know what con- Ecienoe is ; Yet who knows not, oousoience is bom of love? No. 151. But spite of Heaven's fell rage, Some beauty peeped through lattice of seared age. A LoYer's Complaint. St. ^. Small show of man was yet upon his chin. St. 14. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep. He had the dialegt and different skill. St. 18. Vows were ever brokers to defiling. St. t5. father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear ! St. 42. She told him stories to delight his ear ; She showed him favours to allure his eye. The Passionate Pilgrim. St. 1. Fair is my love, but not so fair as fickle ; Mild as a dove, but neither true nor trusty. St. 5. If music and sweet poetry agree. As they must needs, the sister and the brother. St. 6. Sweet rose, fair flower, untimely plucked soon vaded,* Plucked in the bud, and vaded in the spring ! Bright orient pearl , alack, too timely shaded ! Fair creature, killed too soon by death's sharp sting ! St. 8. Crabbed age and youth Cannot Eve together : Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care, St. 10. Age, I do abhor thee ; Youth, I do adore thee. lb. Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good. -Si!. 11. 1 supped with sorrow. ' St. If. It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three. St. I4. Her fancy fell a turning. ' 2}. But one must be refused ; more mickle was the pain. That nothing could be used, to turn them both to gain. H. * "Vaded," it foiin usc4 by Sliakespqnro for "fadca," ■ • . f Thus art, with arms contending, was victoi of the day. -f* Then lullaby, the learned man iath got the lady gay; . For now my song is ended. J-H' My flocks feed not. My ewes breed not, My rams speed not. All is amiss. St. IS. All my merry jigs are quite forgot. lb. The strongest castle, tower, and town, The golden bullet beats it down. St. 17. Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for nought ? lb. As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May. St. 18. Faithful friends are hard to find : Every man will be thy friend, Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend. Jb GEORGE BERNARD SHA'W ^ (b. 18B6). It is clear that a novel cannot be too bad to be worth publishing. ... It certainly is possible for a novel to be too good to be worth publishing. Plays Pleasant, and Unpleasant. Vol. 1. JPreface. I never expect a soldier to thinlc. The Devil's Disciple, Act 3, The British soldier can stand up to any- thing — except the British War Office. lb, A thing that nobody believes cannot be proved too often. lb, A great devotee of the Gospel of Getting On. Mrs. Warrm's Frofession. Act 4. The fickleness of the woman I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me. I7ie Thilaiider. Act 2. ' There is only one religion, though there are a hundred versions of it. Vol. S. Fnface, There is nothing so bad or so good that you will not find Englishmen doing it ; but you will never find an Englishman in the wrong. He does everything on principle. He fights you on patriotic principles ; he robs you ou business principles; he enslaves you on imperial principles. The Man of Destiny, It is easy — terribly easy — to shake a man's faith in himself. To take advantage of that ^0 bre^k a plan's spirit is devil's work. Qandida, SHEFFIELD-SHELLEY. 329 Getting Patronage is the whole art of life. A man cannot have a career without it. . Flays Pleasant and Unpleasant. Captain Bra'shound's Conversion. Act S. Surely there must be some meaning beaeath aU this terrible irony. Hi^or Barbara. JOHN SHEFFIELD, Duke of Buck- inghamshire (1649-1720). Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. £ssay on Poetry. 1. 1. There's no suoh thing in nature, and you'll draw A faultless monster, which the world ne'er saw. I. 231. Head 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. I. SSf. The world is made up, for the most part, of Fools and Knaves. To Mr. Clifford, on his Humane Reason, How weak and yet how vain a, thing is man. Mean what he will, endeavour what he can ! An Essay on Satire. Learn to write well, or not to write at all. lb. Such is the mode of these censorious days, The art is lost of knowing how to praise. On Hr. Hobbes. I. 1. Love is the salt of life. Ode on Love. Canto 5. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792- 1822). How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! Queen Mab. Canto 1. Innumerable systems rolled, And countless spheres diffused An ever- varying glory. lb. In this interminable wilderness Of worlds, at whose immensity Even soaring fancy staggers. lb. Nature's unchanging harmony. 'CantoH. For when the power of imparting joy Is equal to the will, the human soul Requires no other heaven. Canto 3, And conscience, that undying serpent, calls Her venomous bjrogd t? tlieir nocturnal task. lb. There needeth not the hell that bigots frame To punish those who err : earth in itself Contains at once the evil and the cure ; And all-sufficing Nature can chastise Those who transgress her law, — she only knows How justly to proportion to the fault The punishment it merits. lb. Many faint with toil, That few may know the cares and woe of Bloth. ■ lb. The virtuous man. Who, great in his humility, as kings Are little in their gi-andeur. lb. Power, like a desolatiag pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches ; and obedience. Bare of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth. Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame, A mechanized automaton. lb. Heaven's ebon vault. Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. Canto 4. Startling pale midnight on her starry throne. lb. War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. Twin-sister of religion, selfishness. Canto 5. Commerce! beneath whose poison-breath- ing shade No solitary virtue dares to spring ; But p6verty and wealth, with equal hand. Scatter their withering cui'ses. lb. Necessity, thou mother of the world ! Canto 6. Human pride Is skilful to invent most serious names To hide its ignorance. Canto 7. The moonlight's ineffectual glow. Canto 8. That sweet bondage which is freedom's self. Canto 9. The slimy caverns of the populous deep, Alas tor. Two starry eyes, hung in the gloom of thought. lb. A dream ■ Of youth, which night and time have quenched for ever^ Still, dark, and dry, and unremembere.l now. lb. But thou art fled {like soiue frail exhalation, Jb. 330 SHELLEY. Some respite to its turbulence unresting oceau knows ; Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its appointed sleep. Stanzas. April 1814. Nought may endure but Mutability. Mutability. And bloody Faith, the foulest birth of time. Feelings of a Republican. Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee ? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. Lines to a Critic. It stirs Too much of BufEocating sorrow. Rosalind and Helen. He was a coward to the strong : He was a tyrant to the weak. lb. His name in my ear was ever ringing, His form to my brain was ever clinging. Il>. Darkly forward flowed The stream of years. 11). It is unmeet To shed on the brief flower of youth The withering knowledge of tlie grave. Il>. As to the Christian creed, if true Or false, I never questioned it ; I took it as the vulgar do. lb. So the priests hated Mm, and he Eepaid their hate mth cheerful glee. 111. His soul seemed hovering in his eyes. Fear not the tyrants shall rule for ever. Or the priests of the bloody faith ; They stand on the brink of that mighty river. Whose waves they have tainted with death. lb. Many ii green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the marinei?, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on. Lines written among the Enganean Hills. The wingless, crawling hours. Prometheus Unbound. Act t. Evil minds Change good to their own nature. lb. And the future is dark, and the present is spread Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head. Jh, Thy words are like a cloud of wingt^d snakes. Jb, From the dust of creeds out-worn. /*. Low, sweet, faint sounds, like the farewell of ghosts. Act $, I. Those eyes which burn through smiles that fade in tears. Like stars half -quenched in mists of silver dew. lb. Sounds overflow the listener's brain So sweet, that joy is almost pain. Act S, 2. He gave man speech, and speech created thought. Which is the measure of the universe. Act 2, 4. All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil. lb. All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love. And its famiUar voice wearies not ever. Act 2, S. . They who inspire it are most fortunate. As I am now ; but those who feel it most Are happier stiU. lb. My soul is an enchanted boat. Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing. We have passed Age's icy caves. And Manhood's dark and tossing waves. And Youth's smooth ocean, smiling to betray : Beyond the glassy gulfs we flee Of shadow-peopled Infancy, Through Death and Birth, to a diviner day. lb. Thetis, bright image of eternity. Act 3, 1. We two wiU sink on the wild waves of ruin. Even as a vulture and a snake outspent Drop, twisted in inextricable flght, Into a shoreless sea. lb. Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new. Act 3, 2. Death is the veil which those who live call life: They sleep, and it is lifted. Act 3, 3, Or the dull sneer of self-loved ignorance. Act 3, 4. Man Equal, uuolassed, tribeloss, and nationless. lb. Laugh with a vast and inextinguishable laughter. Act 4. To suffer woes which Hope thiuks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent ; To love, and bear ; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contem- plates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory. Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! lb. SHELLEY. 331 And narcissi, the fairest among them all. Who gaze on their eyes in the stream's recess, Till they die of their own dear loveliness. The Sensitive Plant. Fart 1, st. 5. A.nd the jessamine faint, dnd the awest tube- rose, The sweetest flower for scent that blows. St. 10. And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. To a Skylark. Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. lb. We look before and after We pine for what is not ; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me. Stanzas, written in Dejection. A vard-like spirit, beautiful and swift. Adonais. St. SZ. He has out-soared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall delight. Can touch him not, and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain. He is secure, and now can never mourn, A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. St. 40. Go thou to Bome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness. St. 49. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity. St. 52. 'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride, 'Tis anything but thee. To Harriet. May, ISI4. Fame is love disguised. An Exhortation. Kings are like stars— they rise, they set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.* Hellas. Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and that must be Our chastisement or recompense. Julian and Haddalo. I. Jfil. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong : They learn in suffering what they teach in song. I, B43. • See Bacon, " Essays," J9, " Of Empire," p. 10. Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. The Beyolt of Islam. Dedication, st. 6. Can man be free if woman be a slave ? Canto 2, Si;. 4$. With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse. Canto 5, st. 23. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden. Whom mortals call the moon. The Cloud. 4- I am the daughter of earth and water And the nurseling of the sky ; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. lb. 6. I am the friend of the unfriended poor. To Cambria. Music, when soft voices die, 1 Vibrates in the memory ; Odom's, when sweet violets sicken. Live within the sense they quicken. Poems written In 1821. To , The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the mon'ow. The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. To . When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo, His best friends hear no more of him. Letter to Maria Gisborne. A hooded eagle among blinking owls.f lb. In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud. lb. For she was beautiful ; her beauty made The bright world dim, and everything beside Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade. The Witch of Atlas, 12 Man, who man would be, Must rule the empire of himself ; in it Must be supreme. , Sonnet, political Greatness. Old men are testy, and will have their way. The Cenci. Act 1, t. There are deeds Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue. Act 3, 1. How slow Behind the course of thought, even sick with Act 4, 2. Lags leaden-footed time ! t Referring to Coleridge 332 SHENSTONE. Even whilst That douht is passing through you and the will Is conscious of a change. The Cenci. Act 4, 3. What is done wisely, is done well. Act 4: 4- Worse than a hloody hand is a hard heart. Act 5, 2- What 'twas weak to do 'Tis weaker to lament, once being done. Act 5, 3. The fountains mingle with the river. And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion ; Nothing in the world is single ; All things, by a law divine. In one another's being mingle — Why not I with thine ? Love's Philosophy. The seed ye sow, another reaps ; The wealth ye find, another keeps ; The robe ye weave, another wears ; The arms ye forge, another bears. To the Men of England, WILLIAM SHENSTONE (1714-1763). Come listen to my mournful tale, Ye tender hearts and lovers dear ; Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, Nor need you blush to shed a tear. Jemmy Dawson. For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. Ih. Ah me ! full sorely is my heart forlorn To think how modest worth neglected lies. While pai-tial fame doth with her blasts adorn Such deeds alone as pride and pomp disguise. The Schoolmistress. In every village marked with little spire. Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame. /i5_ Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblem right meet of decency does yield. Ih. For never title yet so mean could prove. But there was eke a mind which did that title love, jj. The tufted basil, pun-provoking thyme, Fresh baum, and marigold of cheerful hue lb. By the sharp tooth of cankering eld defaced. lb. A little bench of heedless bishops here. And there a chancellor in embryo. Or bwd Bubjime, if bard may e'er be so. Ih Wisheth, poor starveling elf! lus paper kite may fly. lb. Whoe'er has travelled 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. Written at an Inn at Henley. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thopght that she bade me return. Pastoral. Tart I. Absence. Let her speak, and whatever she say, MethiiJcs I should love her the more. Fart 2. Hope. A pictirresque countenance rather than one that is esteemed of regolar features. An Humourist, His knowledge of books had in some degree diminished his knowledge of the world. ' A CharacteF. A fool and his words are soon parted. On Reserve. ' Laws are generally found to be nets of such a texture, as the little creep through, the great break through, and the middle- sized alone are entangled in.* On Politics. I am thankful that my name is obnoxious to no pun.t Egotisms. Not Hebrew, Arabic, Syriac, Coptic, nor even the Chinese language, seems half so difficult to me as the language of refusal. /*. The quarrels of friends in the latter part of life are never truly reconciled, lb. A man sooner finds out his own foibles iu a stranger than any other foibles. Hen and Hanners, Think when you are enraged with anyone, what would probably become your senti- ments should he die during the dispute. Jb. A justice and his clerk is now little mora than a bUnd man and his dog. lb. Our old friend Somerville is dead ! I did not imagine that I could have been so sorry. Letter. Let the gulled fool the toUs of war pursue, Where bleed the many to enrich the few. The Judgment of Hercules. Love is a pleasing but a various clime. Elegy. S. Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, meaning gilded Ode to a Lady. 'See Miscellaneous, "Naturalised rhrascs": " Written laws are like spider's webs," etc. : ako (Bacon p. 12). t " The surname wliioh has descended to ine ig liable to no i)un."^E6says : " An Hwuiom-ist " SaDPIifillD-gllfiRlDAM. S33 ANn£ shepherd, use Houlditch. (c. 1815). Around the throne of God in heaven Thousands of children. stand. For a Sunday School. RICHD. BRINSLEY SHERIDAN (1751-1816). A progeny of learning. (Mrs. Malaprop.) The Blvals. Act 1, Z. I always know when Lady Slattern has been before me. She has a most observing thumb. Ji. Too civil by half. Act 3, 4. Tou are not like Cerberus, three gentle- men at once, are you ? ~ Act 4, S. The quaiTel is a very pretty quaiTel as it stands ; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. Act 4, .?. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Act 5, 3. My valour is certainly"going ! Itis sneak- ing off ! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands. lb. I own the soft impeachment. (Mrs. Mala- prop.) lb. Through aJl the drama — ^whether d^nmed or not:- ' Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot. Epilogue, 5. Steal ! to he sure they may, and egad, serve your best thoughts as gipsies do stolen children — disfiguie them to make 'em pass for their own. The Critic. Act 1, 1. If it is abuse, why one is always sure to hear of it from one da^nned good-natured friend or another. lb. Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two. Act 1, 2. Yes, sir, puffing is of various sorts ; the principal are, the puff direct, the puff pre- liminary, the puff collateral, the puff col- lusive, and the puff oblique, or puff by implication. lb. No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope. Act S, 1. Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful. Act 2, S. Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne. lb. The Spanish fleet thou can'st not see — because — It is not yet in sight. lb. An oyster may be crossed in love. Act S, 1. You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. School tor Scandal. Act 1, 1. The malice of a good thing is the barb that makes it stick. il>- ' I leave my character behind me. Act S, 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. Act 3, S. An unforgiving eye, and a damned dis- inheriting countenance. Act 4, -^■ When ingratitude barbs thedartofinjury, the wound has double danger in it. Act 4,3. There is no trusting to appearances. Act 5. 2. I must marry the girl first, and ask his consent afterwards. St. Patrick's Day. Act 1, 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 1, 3. But, to the charms which I adore, 'Tis religion to be true. lb. At twenty she mocks at the duty you taught her — Oh, what a plague is an obstinate daughter I Jb. Had I a heart for falsehood framed I ne'er could injure you. Act 1, 5. A bumper of good liquor Will end a contest quicker Than justice, judge, or vicar. Act 2, 3, Conscience has no more to do with gal- lantry than it has with politics. Act 2, 4- Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast Where love has been received a welcome ■ lb. Humanity always becomes a conqueror. Fizarro. Act 1, I. Silence is the gratitude of true affection. Act 2, 1. The Eight Honourable gentleman is in- debted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts. Bherldaniana. Speech in reply to Mr.Dundas. I have a silent sorrow here A grief I'll ne'er impart. The Stranger. 334 SHEElDAlx'-SlDNEY. Tou ■n-rite with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing's curst hard reading. Life or Sheridan. {Moore). Clio's Protest. Believe not each accusing tongue, As most weak persons do ; But still believe that story wrong Which ought not to be trne. Attributed. Hushed be that sigh, be dry that tear, Nor let us lose our Heaven here. Dry be that tear ! Dry be That Tear, [Rev.] THOMAS SHERIDAN (1724- 1767). Thou lowest scoundrel of the scoundrel kind. Extract of all the dregs of all mankind. Satire. On Jfr. Fmrtnother (as mentioned in a letter to Dean Sici/t, April S, 17S6). 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 hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. The Contention of AJax and Ulysses. Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.t lb. Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Song. Cupid and Death How little room Do we take up in death, that living know No bounds ! , The Wedding. JOSEPH HENRY SHORTHOUSE (1834-1903). When you have lived longer in this world and outlived the enthusiastic and pleasing illusions of youth, you will find your love and pity for the race increase tenfold, your admiration and attachment to any particular party or opinion fall away altogether. John Inglesant. Vol. 1. Chap. 6. All creeds and opinions are nothing but the mere result of chance and temperament. lb. Nothing but the Infinite pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of htunan life. lb. * Printed "birth and state " in Percy's "Rellques." + Ste Tate and Bredy's Psalter :— '* The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when be sleeps in dust." — Ps-ilm 112. In Percy's "Reliqnes,** Shirley's line is printed, " Smell sweet and blossom in the dust." Tour northern i-eligions, harsh and bitter as your skies. To/. -', e/iap. 6. "The Church of England," I said, s^ ing that Ml-. Inglesant paused, " is no doubt a rompromise." Cf><'P- 1^- SIR PHILIP SIDNEY (1654 1586). There have been many most excellent poets that never versified, and now swaim many versifiers that need never answer to the name of poets. „,.... Apology for Poetry. Fart i. Sub-dinsions of Poetry. The moral commonplaces. The Foet's IFork and Farts. .Nf. 1. With a tale, forsooth, he cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney comer J 2'he Foet Monarch of all Simian Siienee^. The bitter but wholesome iambic. Or lamiie ? or Satiric / Sec. S. Certainly, I must confess mine own bar- barousness , I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than vrith a trumpet. Or jf>-ffjrir .' PhiUp of Macedon reckoned a horse-race won at Olympus among his three fearful felicities. ^• Scoffing cometh not of wisdom. Objections Stated. Poetry is the companion of camps. That Foetrij i« the Xurse of Abuse. Admitted into the com^ny of^^pca-- bluii-crs. ipany ot papca-- Causcs of Defect. You cannot hear the planet-like music of poetry Last Siimmari/. Knitting and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work. § Arcadia. £ook 1. They are never alone that are accom- panied with noble thoughts. lb. There is no man suddenly either ex- cellently good or extremely evil. || lb. A noble cause doth ease much a grievous case. lb. That only disadvantage of honest hearts, creduUty. Book S. t This resembles a passage in " Love's Labour's Lost '' ; — "Mliich his fair tongue — conceit's expositor — Delivers in such apt and gracious words. That aged eai-s play truant at his tables. And younger hearings are quite ravished." ^ See Richard Gifford (p. 142) :— " Verse sweetens toil." U From the Latin : " Nemo repents," etc SlMS-SMITri. 335 the cowarilioe ol & gulliy oonsclwico ! Aroaaia. JJuu/^ IS, Notliijix u ttubiii villi before it be tliorouglily atlomptciJ, J/i. Who lilioot* at till) nildd/iy nun, though ho hi! ouri! hii oliall hover lilL Iho mark, yet im Bure he in hu shall nhoot lilghnr than ho wlio almHat uhufli. J/t. TTo watorn, i)lQU(ihii ami eOWeth in the •aud. Jb, My (li:iir, my blittur lialf. lloo/t ."I. Near acqiMlntuiiui doth dimiiii«li reveroiit fear. J/i, Nu la no iiugtttlve in a womaii'n inouUi y//. Have I caught my heavenly jewel f Attrsphel and Btella. JVo, H. With how mtd utetw, () Moon, tilou olimh'nt tlie fkien ! How nUoiilly ttiul with how wan a tam\ Nn. .'!/, Come SIOOl), 810^)1 the cortuin knot of peace, The baitijig iiliiwi of wit, the balm of woo, The poor tnun'n wealth, the prieoner'H re- lease, Tlie indlfltorent Judge between tho high and low No. .W. 'That uweot enoray, Pranoe, Nn, /fl. Love foari nothing elie but ungor. Bontf. To lioar him JBOuk, and gwootly «milo You wore in 3?aroditio thu while.* Friend'i Paailon (or hl> Aitrophel. A iiwoot attractive kind of (fi-ai'i, ; A full amuraniM piven by looke— Cniiliuual comfort in a fai'n, 'I'lio lineaments of (ioHjuU Iwokfl. Tb. Wa» never eye did «iio tlml, fmie, Was never oar did \mi,r that tongue, Wan never mind did tniml hid ktoihi That cvor thought the travail long/ Hi. GEORGE ROBERT SIMS (b. 1847). Lor', but women's rum oaltln to dual willi, iho first man fuuml that to bin cost, And I reckon it's just through a woman tho last man on earth'll be lost. Dajlonet Ballads. Moll Jarvis o' Morlri/. JOHN SKELTON (1480T-1B29T). MuiiU mirth and mo umdnoss, 'All good and no badness, So Joyously, So maldoMly, Ho womanly, Her duuieuniug. To Mletroso Margaret Husiey. , * AIho atlrllmti'd tu tlullhow llnyiloii, nriJ to 'Uiilliuiiil HpouMUr, Laymen sar, indeed. How they toko no heed Thoir sely sheoji to feed, liul pluck away and pull Tliu iloecos of their wool. Colin Clout.f It is a wyly mouse That can ImiM his dwellinge house Within the cattos earo, lb. Thou nmddo Marche hare. Replycatlon against Certayne Yoai Scoters. CHRISTOPHER SMART (1722-1770), And now the matchless deed's aohioyed. Determined, dared, and done. Sontf to David. - A poem, round and perfect as a star. III. HORACE SMITH (1779-1849). Were I, O God, in churchless lands re- maining, Far from all voice of teachers or divmes, My soul would find, in fiowers of thy ordaining. Priests, sermons, shrines ! Hymn to the Flowers. In losing fortune, many a lucky elf Has found himself. Iloral Alchemy. St. 13. "Wlien Love owes to Nature his charms, How vain are the lessons of Art ! Horace In London. JBook 1, ode 19. Our charity begins at home. And mostly ends where it begins. Book %, ode 15. HORACE SMITH (1779-1849) and JAMES SMITH (1775-1839). I saw them go : one horse was blind. The tails of both hung down behind. Their shoes were on their feet. Rejected Addresses. The Sahfs Debut. {Imitatio?i of Wm'dsworth.) And if you'll blow to me a kiss, I'll blow a kiss to you. lb. Hence, dear delusion, sweet enchantment hence ! An Address without a Phmnix. By "S. T.F."* Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And naught is every thing, and every thing is naught, Cui Bono. St. S. {Imitation of Byron .) I prophesied that, though I never told anybody. Hampshire Farmer^s Addrca^. {Imitation of Win. Cobbett.) Midnight, yet not a nose From Tower Hill to Piccadilly snored !t The Rebuilding . {Imitation of Sonthcy.') " In the name of the Prophet— figs ! " Johnson^s Ghost. [Rev.] ISAAC GREGORY SMITH (b. 1826). Comes at times a stillness as of even. Lines written for the Unveiling of the Albert Memorial, Hdinburgh. * These initials were used to puzzle the critics, this address being not an imitation, t See Soutliey, p. 841 i " Curse of Kcliama," JAMES SMITH (lY76-l839). Lax in their gaiters, laser in their gait. The Theatre, [Mrs.] MAY RILEY SMITH. If we could push ajar the gates of life, And standT within, and all God's workings ■\Te could interpret all this doubt and strife. And for each mystery could find a key. Butnot to-day. Then be content, poor heart ! God's plans, like lilies pure and white, unfold : We mustnot teartheclose-shutleavesapart— Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. Sometime. [Rev.] SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH, D.D.t (b. 1808). My country, 'tis of thee. Sweet land of liberty — Of thee I sing. National Hymn. [Rev.] SYDNEY SMITH (1771-1845). A Curate— there is something which ex- cites compassion in the very name of a Curate! Perseoutlng Bishops. It is safest to be moderately base— to be flexible in shame, and to be always ready for what is generous, good, and just, when anything is to be gained by virtue. Catholic Question. All great alterations in human affairs are produced by compromise. lb' And, from long residence upon your living, are become a kind of holy vegetable. Peter Plymley'a Letters. No. 1. I do not mean to be disrespectful, but the attempt of the Lords to stop the progress of reform, reminds me very forcibly of the great storm of Sidmouth, and of the conduct of the excellent Mrs. Partington on that occasion. In the winter of 1824, there set in a great flood upon that town — the tide rose to an incredible height : the waves rushed in upon the houses, and everything was threatened with destruction. In the midst of this sublime and terrible storm, Dame Pai'tington, who lived upon the beach, was seen at the door of her house with rnop 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. She was excellent at a slop or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest. Speech at Taunton. Oct., ISSl. t Of whom 0. TrV. Holmes wrote, "Fate tried to conceal him by naming him Smitli." — Reunion Poem, "The Boys." SMITH. 837 A wise man straggling with adversity is said by some heathen writer to be a spectacle on which the gods might look down with pleasure.* Sermon on the Duties o( the Queen. ISS/. What bishops like best in their clergy is a dropping-down-deaduess of manner. First Letter to Archdeacon Singleton. " Let me get my arms about you," says the hear. " I have not the smallest inten- tion of squeezing you." Second Letter to Archdeacon Singleton, The common precaution of a foolometer, with which no public man should be un- provided, lb. His [Lord John Eussell's] worst failure is that he is utterly ignorant of all moral fear ; there is nothing he would not undertake. I believe he would perform the operation for the stone, build St. Peter's, or assume (with or without ten minutes' notice) the command of the Channel Fleet. lb. Bather too close an imitation of that language which is used in the apostolic occupation of trafficking in fish. Third Letter to Archdeacon Singleton. I like, my dear Lord, the road you are travelling, hut I don't like the pace you are driving; too similar to that of the son of MmsU. I always feel myself inclined to cry out. Gently, John — gently down hill. Put on the drag. Letter to Lord John Russell. Men who prefer any load of infamy, how- ever great, to any pressure of taxation, however light. Petition to the House of Congress at Washington. Erin go Iragh ! A far better anthem would be, Erin go bread and cheese. Fragment on the Irish Roman Catholic Church. Serenely full, the epicure would say, "Fate caimot harm me: I have dined to- day." Recipe for Salad. The good of ancient times let others state, I think it lucky I was born so late. Modern Changes. {Translation of Ovid's " Ars Amat.,'" S, mi.) 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. Sketches of Moral Philosophy. We can inform Jonathan what are the inevitable consequences of being too fond • "A brave man strtiggling with adversity is a spectacle for the gods."— Seneca. (See Miscella- neous, "Naturalised Sayings.") 22 a of glory : — Taxes upon every article which enters the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed on the foot . . . taxes on everything on earth, and in the waters under the earth. Review of Seybert's Statistical Annals of the United States. Who reads an American book, or goes to an American play, or looks at an American picture or statue ? lb. The motto I proposed for the [Edinburgh'] Review was : Tenui musam meditamur avejia — "We cultivate literature upon a Mttle oatmeal." Preface to Works. " It requires," he used to say, " a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding." Sayings. Memoir by Lady Holland. Vol. 1. No one mmds what Jeffrey says — it is not more than a week ago that I heard him speak disrespectfully of the equator. lb. Scotland, that knuckle- end of England, that land of Calvin, oatcakes and sulphur. lb. Avoid shame, but do not seek glory- nothing so expensive as glory. lb. No furniture so charming as hoolcs. lb. Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers. lb. Heat, ma'am! It was so dreadful here that I found there was nothing left for it but to take oflE my ilesh and sit in my bones. lb. Macaulay is like a hook in breeches . . . He has occasional flashes of silence that make his conversation perfectly delightful. lb. As the French say, there are three sexes — men, women, and clergymen. - lb. You find plenty of people willing enough to do the good Samaritan, without the oil and the twopence. lb. Poverty is no disgrace to a man, but it is confoundedly inconvenient. lb. I think it was Jekyll who used to say that the further he went west, the more con- vinced he felt that the wise men came from the east. lb. Praise is the best diet for us, after all. Wit and Wisdom of Rev. Sydney Smifli. WALTER C. SMITH, LL.D. (19lh Century). Dusting, darning, drudging, nothing is great or small, Nothing is mean or irksome, love will hallow it all. Hilda among the Broken Gods. Soolc 2. Hilda, Saint-wife. God giveth speech to all, song to the few. Olrig Grange. Boole 1, Editorial, 1. 15, 338 SMOLLETT. TOBIAS GEORGE SMOLLETT, M.D. (1721-177X). Not to til' ensanguined field of death alone Is Valour limited : she sits serene In the deliberate council ; sagely scans The source of action; weighs, prevents, provides. The Regicide. Act 1, 1. Simple woman Is weak in intellect, as well as frame, And judges often from the partial voice That soothes her wishes most. Act 1, 6. To exult Even o'er an enemy oppressed, and heap Affliction on the afflicted, is the mark And the mean triumph of a dastard soul. Act 1, 7. True courage scorns To vent her prowess in a storm of words ; And, to the valiant, actions speak alone, lb. What consolation can the wretched bring ? Acts, 1. Few live exempt From disappointment and disgrace, who run Ambition's rapid course. Act 4, %. There fled the purest soul that ever dwelt In mortal clay. The Begiclde. Act 5, 8. The blast that blows loudest is soon over- blown. The Reprisal. Act S, B. (Soni/). 'Tis infamous, I grant it, to he poor. Advice. Line S, What though success will not attend on aU ? Who bravely dares, must sometimes risk a fall. I, 207. Too coy to flatter, and too proud to serve. Thine be the joyless dignity to starve. I. ^36. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banished peace, thy laurels torn ! The Tears of Scotland. What foreign arms could never quell By civil rage and rancour fell. lb. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye. Thy steps I follow with my bosom bai^e, Nor heed the storm that howls along the ^'^y. Ode to Independence. Some folks are wise, and some are other- wise. Roderick Random. Chap. 6. He was formed for the ruin of our sex. Chap. n. Death's like the best bower anchor, as the saymg is, it will bring us all up. Chap. ^. Got pless my heart, liver, and lungs. Chap. SG. By this time the Demon of Discord, with her sooty wings, had breathed her influence upon our counsels. Chap, 33. Thy fatal shafts unem'ng move ; I bow before thine altar. Love ! Chap. 1ft. It was his [Tom Bowling's] opinion that no honest man would swerve from the principles in which he was bred, whether Turkish, Protestant, or Boman. Chap. 4^. I consider the world as made for me, not me for the world. It is my maxim therefore to enjoy it while I can, and let futurity shift for itself. Chap 45. A prodigy in learning. ib. I make good the old saying, we sailors get money like horses, and spend it hke asses Peregrine Pickle. Chap. 2. The painful ceremony of receiving and returning visits. Chap. 5. I'll he damn'd if the dog ha'n't given me some stuff to make me love him.* Chap. 15 Mr. Pickle himself . . . was a mere dragon among the chambermaids. Chap. 82 Every person of importance ought to write his own memoirs, provided he has honesty enough to tell the truth.f The Adventures of Ferdinand Count Fathom. Chap, 1. The genteel comedy of the polite world, I a'n't dead, but I'm speechless. Chap. 4%. ' To a man of honour (said I) the un- fortunate need no introduction. C/iap. 6S. Facts ai-e facts, as the saying is. The Adventures of Sir Launcelot Greaves. Chap. S. I think for my part one half of the nation is mad — and the other not very sound. Chap. 6. True patriotism is of no party. C/iap 9. (Heading). A seafaring man may have a sweetheai't in every port ; but he should steer clear of a wife as he would avoid a quicksand. Chap. tl. Hark ye. Clinker, you are a most no- torious offender. You stand convicted of sickness, hunger, wretchedness, and want Humphry Clinker. Her ladyship's brain was a perfect mill for projects. lb. Edinburgh is a hot-bed of genius. lb. The Great Cham of literature. [S. John- son.] Letter to Wilkes. "Slightly altered from Shakespeare; "If the ra,S(}al," etc. (ji. 293). t Quoted as a "jadicioua observation" of Cardinal de Eetz. SOMERVILLE-SOUTHEY 339 WILLIAM SOMERVILLE (1692- 1742). Invites thee to the Chase, the sport of kings ; Image of war, without its guiit. The Chase. Sool: 1. Hail, happy Britain ! highly-favourecl isle. And Heaven's peculiar care ! lb. With countenance blithe. And with a courtly grin, the fawning hound Salutes thee cowering, his wide opening nose Upward he curls, and his large sloe-black eyes Melt in soft blandishments and humble joy. ib. Fortune is like a widow won. And truckles to the bold alone.* The Fortune-Hunter. Canto 2. The best elixir is a friend. The Hip. The power of kings (if rightly understood) Is but a grant from Heaven of doing good. Fables. No. 12. The Two Springs. Moral. [Rev.] ROBERT SOUTH (1633-1716.) Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to communicate their mind ; but to wise men whereby to conceal it. Sermon. THOMAS SOUTHERN (1660-1746). I Ehall contrive some means. Some friendly intervals, to visit thee. Spartan Dame. Do pity me. Pity's akin to love. Oroonoko. Act 2, 1. Love stops at nothing but possession. Act 2, 2. ' Bemember who you are, A prince, bom for the good of other men ; Whose god-like oiBce is to draw the sword Against oppression, and set free mankind. Act 3, S. Honoiu: should be concerned in honour's cause. Ih, Lying's a certain mark of cowardice. Act 5, S. And when they're worn, Hacked, hewn with constant service, thrown aside, To rust in peace, and rot in hospitals. Loyal Brother. If mari'iages Are made in Heaven, they should be happier. Isabella ; or, The Fatal Harrlage. Act 4, 2. There is no courage but in innocence ; • No constancy but in an honest cause. The Fate of Capua. * See Butler (p. 49) : " Honour is like a widow, won." ROBERT SOUTHEY (1774^1843). Of saintly paleness. Joan of Arc. Book 1. He in his heart Felt that misriving which precedes belief In what was disbelieved. Ib. Happy those Who in the after-days shall live, when Time Hath spoken, and the multitude of j'ears Taught wisdom to mankind ! t H- Death ! to the happy thou art terrible ; But how the wretched love to think of thee! Oh, thou true comforter, the friend of all Who have no friend beside ! Ib. A toiling man Intent on worldly gains, one in whose heart Affection had no root. lb. Such wondrous tales as childhood loves to hear. lb. Then my soul awoke, For it had slumbered long in happiness, And, never feeling misery, never thought What others suffer. Ib. No bond In closer union knits two human hearts Than fellowship in grief. Ih. The determined foe Fought for revenge, not hoping victory. Book 2. Our stem foe Had made a league with Famine. Ib. The foul, corruption- gendered swami of state. Book 4. The grave Is but the threshold of eternity. Vision of the Maid of Orleans.^: Book 2. He toiled and toiled, of toil no end to know, But endless toil and never-ending woe. lb. The sacrifice septennial, when the sons Of England meet, vrith watchful care to choose Their delegates, wise, independent men, Unbribing and unbribed. Ib. Mother of Miseries. (Poverty.) Book 3. The vanquished have no friends. lb. Fame's loudest trump upon the ear of Time Leaves but a dying echo ; they alone Are held in everlasting memory Whose deeds partake of heaven. Verses spoken at Oxford upon the Installation of Lord Grenville. t " Days should speak, and multitude of years should teach wisdom." — Job. 32, 7. t This formed the 9th Book of " Joan of Arc ' in the first edition, but was subsequently struck out and issued as a separate poem. , 310 SOUTHEY. On life's sad journey comfortless lie roves. Sonnets. 2. Man hath a nreary pilgrimage As through the world he wends, On every sfaige from youth to age Still discontent attends ; With heaviness he casts his eye Upon the road before, And still remembers with a sigh The days that are no more. Remembrance. Go thou and seek the House of Prayer ! I to the woodlands wend, and there, In lovely Nature see the God of Love. Written on Sunday Morning. Tou are old, Father William, the young man cried. And pleasures with youth pass away , And yet you lament not the days that are gone, Now tell me the reason, I pray. The Old Man's Comforts. In the days of my youth I remembered my God And He hath not forgotten my ago. lb. And other hopes and other fears Effaced the thoughts of happier years. To Marjr, No happier lot can I wish thee Than such as Heaven hath granted me. Ih. But his memory is fresh in the land. And his name with the nan:ies that we love. The Old Chikkasah to his Grandson. Mine is no narrow creed , And He who gave thee being did not frame The mystery of life to be the sport Of merciless Man. There is another world For all that live and move . . .a better one! Where the proud bipeds, who would fain confine Infinite goodness to the little bounds Of their own charity, may envy thee. On the Death of a Favourite Spaniel. They have their passing paragraphs of praise And are forgotten. The Yictory. Let no man write my epitaph ; let my grave Be uninscribed, and let my memory rest Till other times are come, and other men, Who theu may do me justice. Written after Reading the Speech of R. Emmet.'' • Eobeit Kiiiinet, on his trial and conviction for treason, September, ]803, used the following words: "Let there be no inscription upon my tomb. Let no mnn write my epitaph. No mau ran write my epitaph. I am here ready to die. lam not allowed to vindicate my character ; and when I am prevented fi-om vindicating myself, let no man dare to calintiniatc mo. Let my character and motives repose in obscurity and peace, till other times and other men can do them jnstire." My days among the dead are past ; Around me I behold. Where'er these casual eyes are cast, r The mighty ininds of old ; My never- failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. Occasional Pieces. iVb. IS. The days of childhood are but days of woe. The Retrospect. Thy path is plain and straight,— that light is given ; Onward in faith,— and leave the rest to Heaven. lb- The best of lessons — to respect myself. Hymn to the Penates. Or 'twas the cold enquiry, more unkind Than silence. Hannah. Riches can't always purchase happiness. The Wedding. And so never ending, but always descending. Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending. C&taract of Lodore. He is more than halfway On the road from Grizzle to Grey Robert the Rhymer's Account of Himself. Having some friends, whom he loves dearly , And no lack of foes, whom he laughs .at sincerely. /^. His coat was red and his breeches were blue, And there was a hole where his tail came tlirough. The Devil's Walk.t 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. lb. As he passed through Cold Bath fields, he looked At a solitaiy cell ; And he was well-pleased, for it gave him a hint For improving the prisons of Hell. lb. And leered like a love-sick pigeon. lb. Wise and foolish, great and small, March-of -Intellect-Boys all. lb. And so with glee the verse flow free, In ding-dong chime of sing-song rhyme. lb. In vain for a man you might seek Who could drink more like a Trojan, Or talk more hke a Greek.J lb. t Jointly written by Southey and Coleridse {see p. 86). } A reference to Prof. Porson. SOUTHEY. 341 The indignant land, Where Washington hath left His awful memory, A light for after times. Ode. Written during the War with Himerica {1814). Not thus doth Peace .return. A blessed visitant she comes ; Honour in his right hand Doth lead her like a bride. Carmen &uUca. Man creates the evil he endures. Inscriptions, S. For a Cavern Overlooking the Avon. How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fiUs the silent air ; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven. Thalaba. Book 1, canto 1. The desert circle spreads. Like the round ocean girdled with the sky.* lb. Time is not here, nor days, nor months, nor years. An everlasting now of solitude ! Canto a?. Nothing in itself is good or evil, But only in its use. Book 4, canto 15. Day after day, day after day the same — A weary waste of waters ! Uadoc in Wales. Sec. 4. And still at morning where we were at night. And where we were at mom, at nighfiall stiU— The centre of that drear circumference, Progressive, yet no change ! lb. Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. Sec. 5. Blood will have blood, revenge beget revenge, Evil must come of evil. Sec. 7. We wage no war with women nor with priests. Sec. 15. Scorn tempering wrath, yet anger sharpen- ing scorn. • lb. For he was kind and she was kind. And who so blest as they ? Rudlger. They have whetted their teeth against the stones. And now they pick the Bishop's bones. God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop. All is not false which seems at first a lie. St. Gualberto. St. S8. f " Vast plains with lowly cottages forlorn Bounded about with the low-wavering slty." — HENuy MoBE, Bichard Penlake was a cheerful man. Cheerful and frank and free. But he led a sad life with Rebecca his wife. For a terrible shrew was she. St. Michaers Chair. " Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin he cries ; And little Wilhehnine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes. Battle of Blenheim. But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out. lb. " And everybody praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ? " Quoth little Peterkin. " Why that I cannot tell," said he, " But 'twas a famous victory." lb. ' They bowed the head, and the knee they bent, But nobody blessed bim as he went. Bishop Bruno. But they wavered not long, for conscience was strong. And they thought they might get more. And they refused the gold, but not So rudely as before. The Surgeon's Warning. 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. March to Moscow.. Canto 8. Tis myself, quoth he, I must mind most ; So the DevU may take the hindmost. lb. At earliest dawn his thrillingpipe was heard ; And when the light of evening died away. That blithe and indefatigable bird Still his redundant song of joy and love preferred. (The Thrush.) A Tale of Paraguay. Dedication, 4- " Bleemon, EleemoD, Thou art sold to the Demon ! " And his life seemed dying away. All for Love. Part 5. To prove by reason, in reason's desjjite, That right is wrong, and wrong is right, And white is black, and black is white. Fart 9. Midnight, and yet no eye Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep.f Curse of Kehama. Fart 1, 1, And Sleep shall obey me. And visit thee never. And the Curse shall be on thee For ever and ever. Fart 2, I4. They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly. All others are but vanity. Fart 10, 10. t See Horace and James Smith (p. 836); "Mid- night, and not a nose." 342 SOUTHEY. But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burnetii, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. Curse of Kehama. Fart 10, 10. It soweth here with toil and care. But the harvest time of Love ia there. lb. 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 overpayment of delight ? Part 10, 11. Dark is the abyss of Time, But light enough to guide your steps is given ; Whatever weal or woe betide, Turn never from the way of truth aside, And leave the event, in holy hope to Heaven. Fart 12, 4. Thou hast been called, Sleep ! the friend of Woe, But 'tis the happy who have called thee so. Part 15, U. The virtuous heart and resolute mind are free. Thus in their wisdom did the Gods decree When they created man. Let come what will. This is our rock of strength ; in every ill. Sorrow, oppression, pain and agony. The spirit of the good is unsubdued. And suffer, as they may, they triumph still. Part 18, 10. And worst of enemies, their Sins were armed Against them. Roderick. Sec. 1. Death is the only mercy that I crave, Death soon and short, death and forgetf ul- ness ! 76. With something still of majesty that still Appeared amid the wreck. Hec. 3. Call it not Bevenge ! Thus sanctified and thus sublimed, 'Tis duty, 'tis devotion. Il>. Christ bless thee, brother, for that Christian speech ! Sec. 5. That peace Which follows painful duty well performed. Sec. 7. He was the sunshine of my soul, and like A flower I lived and flourished in his light. Sec. 10. The feud between us was but of the house, Not of the heart. Sec. U. This was an hour That sweetened life, repaid and recompensed All losses ; and although it could not heal All sriefe, yet laid them for awhile to rest. Sec. IS. Dreams such as thine pass now Like evening clouds before me ; if I think How beautiful they seem, 'tis but to feel How soon they fade, how fast the night shuts in. Sec. 19. The times are big with tidings. See. SO. Earth could not hold us both, nor can one Heaven Contain my deadliest enemy and me ! See. n. Here I possess — what more should I require ? Books, children, leisure, — all my heart's desire. Poet's Pilgrimage to Waterloo. Proem, 4. A faii'er sight perchance than when it frowned in power. Part 1, canto 4, 30. Learn thou, whate'er the motive they may call. That Pleasure is the aim, and Self the spring of all. Part 3, canto 1, $'2. These waters are the Well of Life, and lo ! The Rock of Ages there, from whence they flow. Canto 3, 39. Pre-eminently bad among the worst. (Napoleon.) Part 4t *<• 15. And that wise Govenmient, the general friend, Might everywhere its eye and arm extend. St. 47. How best to build the imperishable lay.* Csirmen Nuptials. Proem, 3. For as of all the ways of life but one — The path of duty — leads to happiness, So in their duty States must find at length Their welfare, and their safety, and their strength. T/ie Lay of the Laureate — The Dream, st. 65. My name is Death : the last best friend am I. St. ST. The school which they have set up may properly he called the Satanic school. A Vision of Judgment. Preface, Part S. The march of iRtellect. Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. The arts Babblative and Scribblative. lb. [Mrs.] SOUTHEY, nee Caroline Anne Bowles (1787-1854). Set thy sails warily. Tempests will come ; Steer thy course steadily ; Christian, steer home ! Mariner's Hymn. • See Milton (p. 223) : rhyme," 'To buil(^ the lofty SOUTHWELL-SPENCER, 343 ROBERT SOUTHWELL (1B60-1595). Plough not the seas, sow not the sands, Leave off your idle pain ; Seek other mistress for your minds ; Love's service is iu vain. Love's Servile Lot. Time goes by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. Times go by Turns. No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend. lb, A chance may win that by mischance was lost. lb. I feel no care of coin ; Well-doing is my wealth ; My mind to me an empire is. While grace affordeth health.* Content and Rich. Sleep, death's ally. St. Peter's Complaint. Such distance is between high words and In proof, the greatest vaunter seldom lb. HERBERT SPENCER (1820-1903.) A hving thing is distinguished from a dead thing by the multiplicity of the changes at any moment taJsing place in it. Principles of Biology. Fart 1, chap. 4, sec. t5. Eai'ly ideas are not usually true ideas. Fart S, chap, g, sec. 110. Survival of the fittest. Part 6, chap. 12, sec. S6S {et passim). Om" lives are universally shortened by our ignorance. Sec. S7Z. Nature's rules have no exceptions. Social Statics. Introduction. Evil perpetually tends to disappear. The Exanescence of Evil. Fart 1, chap. 2. Progress, therefore, is not an accident, but a necessity. ... It is part of nature. /*. Divine right of kings means the divine right of anyone who can get uppermost. Fart 2, eliap. 6, sec. 3. A nation's institutions and beliefs are determined by its character. Chap. 16. sec. 5. We all decry prejudice, yet are all pre- judiced. Chap. 17, sec. 2. Education has for its object the forma- tion of character. &c. 4. No philosopher's stone of a constitution can produce golden conduct from leaden instincts. Part 3, chap. 21, tec. 7. * See Sir E. Dyer (p. 128) : " My ijin^ to me a kingdom is.'' Policemen are soldiers who act alone ; soldiers are poHoemeu who act in unison. Sec. 8. If it be a duty to respect other men's claims, so also it is a duty to maintain our own. lb. Morality knows nothing of geograpliical boundaries or distinctions of race. Chap. 23, sec. 1. Parish pay is hush money. Cliap. 25, sec. 3. Nine parts of self-interest gilt over with one part of philanthropy. Chap. 28, sec. 3. The behaviour of men to the lower animals, and their behaviour to each other, bear a constant relationship. Chap. 30, sec. 2. Hero-worship is strongest where there is least regard for human freedom. Sec. 8. As though conduct could be made right or wrong by the votes of some men sitting in a room in Westminster ! , Sec. 7. Opinion is ultimately determined by the feelings, and not by the intellect. Sec. 8. No one can be perfectly free till all are free ; no one can be perfectly moral till all are moral ; no one can be perfectly happy till all are happy. Sec. 16. Conservatism defends those coercive aiTangements which a still-lingering savage- uess makes requisite. Radical^m endeavours to realize a state more iu harinony with the character of the ideal man. Chap. 31, sec. 5. That practical atheism, which, seeing no guidance for human affairs but its own limited foresight, endeavours itself to play the god, and decide what will be good for mankind and what bad. Sec. 8. Only when genius is married to science, can the highest results be produced. Education. Chap. 1. Science is organised knowledge. Chap. 2. Savageness begets savageness. Chap. 3, Absolute morality is the regulation of conduct in such a way that pam shall not be inflicted. Essays. Prison Ethics. The Eepublioan foi-m of government is the highest form of government ; but because of this it requires the highest type of human nature — a type nowhere at present existing. The Americans. Happiness is added Life, and the giver of Life. Bepresentative Government. The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly, is to fill the world with fools. State Tamperings with Money Banks. The saying that beauty is but skin deep is but a skin deep Saying. Personal j°— ■■■-• 344 SPENCER-SPENSER. Eeadiiig is seeing by proxy. The Study of Sociology. Chap. 15. "When a man's knowledge is not in order, the more of it he has the greater will be his confusion. lb. Every unpunished delinquency has a family of delinquencies. JPostscript. The society exists for the benefit of its members ; not the members for the benefit of the society. PrlnoipleB of Ethics. See. %ii. Mental power cannot be got from ill-fed brains. Sec. Z38. Political changes should never be made save after overcoming great resistance. See. 468. [Hon.] WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER (1770-1834). Too late I stayed — forgive the crime ; Unheeded flew the hours : How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers ! Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. EDMUND SPENSER (1553-1599). The rugged brow of careful Policy. Sonnets. Fierce warrs and faithful! loves shall moralise my song. The Faerie Queene. Introduction, st. 1. A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. Book 1, canto 1, st. 1.* And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore, ' The dear remembrance of his dying Lord. St. 2. But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad, Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad. JJ. The sayling pine ; the cedar proud and tall ; The vme-propp elme ; the poplar never dry;^ The builder oake, sole king of forrestg all ; The aspine good for staves ; the cypresse funerall. St. S. Will was his guide, and griefe led him astray. St. 12. Virtue gives herself light through dark- nesse for to wade. SL 12. But, full of fire and greedy hardiment, The youthf uU knight could not for ought be staide. at. I4. The noblest mind the best contentment bas. St. 35. A bold bad man. St. 37. And fittest for to forge true-seeming lyes. ^ &^5. ' gee Chaucer (ji. 74). Better new friend than an old foe. Canto 2, st. 27. He oft finds med'cine who his griefe imparts. St. 34. Her angel's face As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright. And made a sunshine in the shady place ; Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace. Canto 3, st. 4- how can beautie maister the most strong ! St. 6. For to the highest she did stiU aspyre, Or, if ought higher were then that, did it desyre. St. 11. Yet, wifuU man, he never would forecast How many misohieves should ensue his heedlesse hast. St. 34. Sluggish idlenesse, the nourse of sin. Canto 4, St. IS. Whose welth was want, whose plenty made him poor. St. 29. As when that divelish yron en gin, wrought In deepest hell, and framd by furies' skill. With virindy nitre and quick sulphur fraught, And ramd with boUett rownd, ordaind to kiU, Couceiveth f jre. Canto 7, st. 13. Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall. Were not that heavenly grace doth him uphold, And stedf ast Truth acquite him out of all ! Canto 8, st. 1. But wise and wary was that noble pere. St. 7. Entire affection hateth nicer hands. St. Ifi. Musing full sadly in his suUeiu mind. Canto 9, st. 35. Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas. Ease after warre, death after Hfe, does greatly please. St. 40. Each goodly thing is hardest to begin. Canto 10, st.6. The fish that once was caught, new bayt will hardly byte. Book 2, canto 1, st. 4. So double was his paines so double be his praise. Canto 2, st. 25. Abroad in arms, at home in studious kynd. Who seekes with painfull toile, shall Honor soonest fynd. Canto 3, st. 4O, Losse is no shame, nor to be lesse than foe. Canto 5, 15. And is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures bace 'i ' " ■ ■ Canto 8, St. 1. SPEKSER. 345 But O ! th' exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his workes with mercy doth embrace. The Faerie Queen. Book S, canto 8, st. 1. And all for love, and nothing for reward. St. 2. Yile is the vengeaunoe on the ashes cold ; And envy base to barke at sleeping fame. St. IS. The wretched man gan them avise too late, That love is not where most it is protest. Canto 10, St. SI. They reard a most outrageous dreadfull yelling cry. Canto 11, st. 17. So greatest and most glorious thing on ground May often need the helpe of weaker hand. St. SO. For all that here on earth we dreadfull hold, Be but as bugs to fearen babes withall. Compared to the creatures in the seas entrfll. Canto 1^, st. ^5. And, that which all faire workes doth most aggrace, The art, which all that wrought, appeared in no place. St. SS. ■ Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare. St. 70. Gather therefore the rose whilst yet is prime. For soone comes age that will her pride defloure : Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time : Whitest loving thou mayst loved be with equall crime. St. 75. Let Gryll be Gryll,* and have his hoggish minde. St. S7. goodly usage of those antique times, In which the sword was sei-vaunt unto right. Book S, canto 1, st. 13. Throughe thicke and thin, both over banck and bush, In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke. " St. 17. Dischord oftein music laakes the sweeter lay. Oanto S, st. 15. So was their fortune good, though wicked were their minde. St. 43. Divine tobacco. Canto 5, si. SS, A foole I do him firmely hold That loves his fetters, though they were of gold. Canto 9, it. 8, Be boldc, Be holde, and everywhere, Be tolde. Canto 11, St. 54. * Gryll = Gryllus, one of the companions or Ulysses, changed to a hog hj the encliantmeuts of Circe. Be not too holde. lb. The seedes of evill wordes, and factious deedes. Book 4< oanto 1, st. 25. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled. On fame's eternall bead-roll wortnie to be fyled. Canto 2, st. S2. O ! why do vrretched men so much desire To draw their dayes unto the utmost date ? Canto S, St. 1. Faint friends when they fall out most cruel fomen bee. Canto 9, st.W. True he it said, whatever man it sayd. That love with gall and hony doth abound. Canto 10, St. 1. O what an endlesse worke have I in hand ! Canto m, St. 1. Meseemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse ; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse. Book 5, Introduction, st. 1. Eight now is wrong, and wrong that was is right ; As all things else in time are chauuged quight. Introduction, st. 4- It often fals, in course of common life. That right long time is overborne of wrong. Canto 11, St. 1. Dearer is love than life, and fame than gold ; But dearer than them both your faith once plighted hold. St. 63. O sacred hunger of ambitious mindes ! Canto IB, St. 1. Ko greater shame to man than inhumanitie. Book 6, canto 1, st. B6. In vaine he seeketh others to suppresse. Who hath not learnd himselfe, first to subdew. St. 41. Who will not mercie unto others shew. How can he mercy ever hope to have P Si. 46. True is that whilome that good poet sayd. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is knowue ; For a man by nothing is so well bewray'd As by his manners. Canto S, st. 1. Gentle hloud will gentle manners breed. St. 2. Give salves to every sore, but counsell to the minde. Canto 6, st. 5. For not that, which men covet most, is best ; Nor that thing worst, which men doe most refuse : But fittest is that all contented rest With that they hold : each hath his fortune in his brest. Canto 9, st. 29. It is the mynd that maketh good or ill. That maketh wretch or happie, rich or poore. ^^' 30* 346 SPENSEE- SPRAGUE. Old love is little worth, when new is more preferred. The Faerie Queen. Booh 6, canto 9, si. Jfl. For love will not be drawne, but must be ledde. Colin Clout. 1. 129. Though last, not least. 1. 4H- To be wise and eke to love,* Is granted scarce to gods above. Shepheard's Calendar. March. Good is no good, but if it be spend ; God giveth good for no other end. May. That beautie is not, as fond men misdeeme. An outwarde shew of things that onely seeme. Hymn in Honour of Bsauty. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take. For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. lb. For he that of himselfe is most secure. Shall finde his state most fickle and unsure. Visions of the World's Vanitie. Base is the style and matter meane withaJl. Mother Hubberd's Tale. But this good sir did follow the plaine word, Ne medled with their controversies vaine. lb. Now once a weeke, upou our Sabbath day. It is enough to doo. our small devotion, And then to follow any merrie motion. lb. 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 have thy prince's grace, yet want her peeres ; To have thy asking, yet waitemanieyeeres ; To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares ; To eat thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires ; To fawue, to orowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To speud, to give, to want, to be uudonne. Ih. Was never in this world ought worthy tride, Without some spark of such self-pleasing pride. Amorettl. Somiet S. Sith never ought was excellent aseayde, Which was not hard t' atchieve and bring to end. Somiet 51. All paines are nothing in respect of this, All Eorrowes short that gain eternall blisse. Sonnet 63. • Sec Herrlck (p. 162) : " No man at one time can be wise and love." Many other poets have adopted this proverbial expression of classical days. Griefe finds some ease by him that like doth beare. Daphnaida. I. 67. To live I finde it deadly dolorous, For life drawes care, and care continuall woe. i. 4^0. I trowe that comitenance cannot lie. Whose thoughts are legible in the eie. An Elegie. I. 106. What more feUcitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature ; To raigne in th' aire from th' earth to highest skie ; To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature ? Muiopotmos. St. 26. His smiling eyes with simple truth were stored. Britain's Ida. Canto 1. Oh, foole ! faint heart faire lady ne'ere could win ! Canto 5. I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme ; Fi'om that time unto this season. I received nor rhyme nor reason. Lines on his Pension. (J^raditiotial.) Eome onely might to Kome compared bee. And onely Kome could make great Eome to tremble. Ruines of Rome. CHARLES SPRAGUE (1791-1874). Realms yet unborn, in accents now unknown , Thy song shall learn, and bless it for their own. Shakspeare Ode, In fields of air he wi'ites his name. And treads the chajubers of the sky ; He reads the stars, and grasps the flame That quivers round the throne on high. Art. Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age. Curiosity. /. W. Swift flies each tale of laughter, shame, or folly, Caught by Paul Pry, and carried home to Polly. I. 329. Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends. An incarnation of fat dividends. I. S93. Behold in Liberty's unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days. Centennial Ode. St. 22. Yes, social friend, I love thee well. In learned doctor's spite ; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel. And lap me in delight, Tp ipy Cigar, SPRAT— STERNE. 347 THOMAS SPRAT, Bishop of Rochester (1636-1713). Poetry, the queen of arts. Ode upon the Poems of Abraham Cowley. S. Thy fame, like men, the older it doth grow, Will of itself turn whiter too. To the Happy Memory of the late Lord Protector, I. 5. [Sir] RICHARD STEELE (1671-1729). We vulgar only take it to be a sign of love ; we servants, we poor people, that have nothing but our persons to bestow, or treat for, are forced to deal and bargain by way of sample ; and therefore as we have no parchments, or wax necessary in our arguments, we squeeze with our hands, and seal with our lips, to ratify promises. The Conscious Lovers. Those two amusements for all fools of eminence. Politics or Poetry. The Spectator, Vol 1, No. 43. The insupportable labour of doing nothing. yb. 54. The clothing of our minds certainly ought to be regarded before that of our bodies. No. 75. She has certainly the finest Hand of any woman in the world. (Sir Boger de Coverley and the widow). Fol. 2, No. US. The coach jumbled us insensibly into some sort of familiarity. No. ISS. He oidy is a great man who can neglect the applause of the multitude, and enjoy himself independent of its favour. Vol. 3, No. 172. Let your precept be, " Be easy." No. 196. The noblest motive is the public good. No. 200. Will Honeycomb calls these over- oif ended ladies the Outrageously Virtuous. Vol. 4, No. 266. Fashion, the arbiter and rule of right. Vol. 7, No. 478. The marriage state, with and without the affection suitable to it, is the completest image of Heaven and Hell we are capable of receiving in this life. No. 4SO. It is not my ambition to increase the number either of Whigs or Tories, but of wise and good men. Vol. 8, No. 556. We are always doing, says he, something for Posterity, but I would fain see Posterity do something for us.*. No. 583. It is to be noted that when any part of this paper appears dull, there is a design in it.t Tatler. No. 38. " See Trumbull : " What has posterity done for us ? ". \ See Fielding: "Whenever he was dull, etc," p. 133, not«. . - - - ~ * " " To love her was a liberal education.! No. 49 (of Lady Elinabetli Mmtings). Every man is the maker of his own fortune. No. 5"2. Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body. No. I47. FANNY STEERS (19th Century). The last link is broken That bound me to thee : And the words thou hast spoken Have rendered me free. Song, GEORGE STEPNEY (1663-1707). And martyrs,, when the joyful crown is given. Forget the pain by which they purchased heaven. To King James II. One who, to all the heights of learning bred. Bead books and men, and practised what he read. To the Earl of Carlisle, [Rev.] LAURENCE STERNE (1713- 1768), The jester and jestee. Tristram Shandy, Vol. 1, chap. 12. I hate your ifs. lb. He was within a few hours of givijjg his enemies the slip for ever. lb, 'Tis known by the name of perseverance in a good cause, and of obstinacy in a bad one. Chap. 17. Persuasion hung upon his lips. Chap. 19. Digressions, insontestably, are the sun- shine, — they are the life, the soul of reading. Chap. 22. The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it. Vol. 2, chap. S. " Our armies swore tembly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, ' ' but nothing to this. ' ' Chap. 11. So, poor devil; get thee gone! why should 1 hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me I Chap. 12. The corrcffiescity of Con'egio.J lb. Of all the cants which are canted in this canti49g world, though the cant of hypocrisy may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting. || lb. Heat is in proportion to the want of true knowledge, {slawkenberghi/i's Tale), Vol 4- t "The most magnificent compliment ever paid by man to woman," according to Aug. Birrell in " Obiter Dicta." § See Birrell (p. 22, note) ; and Carlyle (p. 72). II "The cant of criticism," Vorrowed from Sir J Eeyuolds, " Idler^" Sept. 29, 1769. 348 STEKNE— STEVENSON. " God's blessing,'' said Sanolio Panza, "be upon the man who first invented this Belf-same thing called sleep ; it covers a man all over like a cloak." Tristram Shandy. Vol. 4, chap. 15, What is the life of man ? Is it not to shift from side to side, from sorrow to sorrow ? — to button up one cause of vexation and unbutton another ? Chap. SI. Death opens the gate of Fame, and shuts the gate of Envy after It. Vol. 5, chap. S. The nonsense of the old women (of both sexes). Chap. 18. Ask my pen : it governs me ; — ^I govern not it. Vol. 6, chap. 6. I wish I had not known so much of this affair, added my Uncle Toby, or that I had known more of it. Chap. 7. True, quoth my TTnole Toby, thou didst very right as a soldier — but certainly very wrong as a man. Chap. 8. 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 for ever. lb. The excellency of this text is that it will suit any sermon ; and of this sermon, that it will suit any text. Ohap. 11. "A soldier," cried my TJncle Toby, interrupting the Corporal, "is no more exempt from saying a foolish thing. Trim, than a man of letters." " But not so often, an' please your Honour, " replied the Corporal. Vol. 7, chap. 19. ' ' I thought love had been a j oyous thing, ' ' quoth my TJncle Toby. — "'Tis the most serious thiijg, au' please your Honour (sometimes) that is in the world." Chap. 20. Love, an' ijlease your Honour, is exactly like war, in this, that a soldier, though he has escaped three weeks complete o' Saturday night, may, nevertheless, be shot through his heart on Sunday morning. Chap. 21. An eye full of gentle salutations, and soft responses, . . . whispering soft, like the last low accents of an expiring saint. . . , It did my Uncle Toby's business. Chap. ks. Give 'em but a May-pole . . . 'tis meat, drink, washing, and lodging to 'em. Chap. 38. " They order," said I, " this matter better in Prance." A Sentimental Journey. Chap. 1. Nature seemed to have done with her resentments in him : — he showed none. The Monk. Au Englishman does not travel to soo Englishmen. Preface. In the Desobligeante, I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry " 'Tis all barren." In the Street. Calais. There are worse occupations in this world than feeling a woman's pulse. The False. Paris, "Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, — "still thou art a bitter draught." The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. Grant me but health, thou great Bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion, and shower down thy mitres, if it seem good unto thy Divine Providence, upon those heads which are aching for them. lb. I think there is a fatality in it ; I seldom go to the place I set out for. The Address. Versailles, If they [the French] have a, fault, they are too serious. lb. Solitude is the best nurse of vrisdom. Letters. M. 82. The brave only know how to forgive. . . A coward never forgave ; it is not in his nature. Sermons. No. 12. Vanity bids all her sons be geuei'ous and brave, and her daughters chaste and courteous. No. 17. GEORGE ALEXANDER STEVENS (1720-1T81). Cease, rude Boreas, blusteiing railer ! List ye landsmen, all to me ! Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. The Storm. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON (1850*1894). Even if we take matrimony at its lowest, even if we regard it as no more than a sort of friendship recognised by the police. YirglnlbuB Puerisque. PaH 1, I have always suspected public taste to be a mongrel product, out of aileotatiou by dogmatism'. . lb. A little amateur painting in water-colour shows the innocent aud quiet mind. lb. No woman should marry a teetotaller, or a man who does not smoke. lb. Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but principally by catch-words. Part ». The weather is usually fine when people arc courting, fart 3. STEVENSON. 349 T'ne cruellest lies al'e often told in silence. Virginibus PueriBQue. Part 4. When an old gentleman waggles his head and says: "Ah, so I thought when I was your age," it is not thought an answer at all, if the young man retorts: "My Tener- able sir, so I shall most probably think when I am yours." And yet the one is as good as the other. Crabbed Age and Youth, Old and young we are all on o>ir last cruise. lb. For God's sate give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself ! lb. A man finds he has been wrong at every preceding stage of his career, only to deduce the astonishing conclusion that he is at last entirely right. lb. Age may have one side, but assuredly Youth has the other. There is nothing more certain than that both arc right, except perhaps that both are wrong. lb. There is no duty we so much under-rate as the duty of being happy. An Apology for Idlers. He sows huny and reaps indigestion. lb. When things are as pretty as that, criticism is out of season. Some Portraits by Baeburn. Every man has a sane spot somewhere. The Wrecker.* Everyone lives by selling something. Beggars. To call her a young lady, with all its mminy associations, would be to offer her au insult. An Inland Voyage. I never weary of groat churches. It is my favourite Mnd of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathediul. lb. Politics is perhaps the only profession for which no preparation is thought necessary. Yoshida-Torajiro. Language is but a poor bull's-eye lantern wherewith to show off the vast cathedral of the world. Walt Whitman. There are not words enough in all Shake- speare to express the merest fraction of a man's experience in an hour. Jb. I hate cynicism a great deal worse than I do the devil ; unless, perhaps, the Iwo W3re the same thiig ? lb. Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal. Memories and Portraits. The first duty of a man is to speak , that is his chief busmess in this world, lb. * Written in conjnnction with Uoycl Osbourne. All speech, writteil or spoien, is a dead language, until it finds a willing and pre- pared hearer. Lay Morals. Courage respects courage. Travels with a Donkey. Youth is wholly experimental. A Letter to a Young Gentleman, , That empty and tigly thing called popu- larity, lb. Man is not truly one, but truly two. Dr, Jekyll and Mr, Hyde. A generous prayer is never presented in vain. The Merry Men. There is nothing an honest man should fear more timorously than getting and spending more than he deserves. Morality of the Profession of Letters, Vanity dies hard ; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man. Prince Otto, Be soople, Davie, in things immaterial. Kidnapped, Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers. The Master of Ballantrae, It's deadly commonplace, but, after all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths. Weir of Hermlston. Autumnal frosts enchant the pool. And make the cart ruts beautiful. The House Beautiful. TJnfrowning caryatides. Underwoods. There's nothing under heaven so blue That's fairly worth the travelling to. Songs of Travel. A Seng of the lioad. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love. Nor a friend to know me ; All I ask, the heaven above. And the road below ine. TAe Vagabond. The drums of war, the drums of peace, EoU through our cities without cease, And all th'e iron halls of life Ring with the unremitting strife. The TFoodman. In the upper room I lay, aud heard far off The unsleeping murmur like a shell. To S. C. Teacher, tender comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life. Heart-whole and soul-free. Mg Wife. When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys. A Child's Garden of Verses, No. 12 Looking loncard. The child that is not clean and neat. With lots jf toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure— Or else his dear papa is poor. No. 19, System, 350 STILL-STONE. All day long they ate with the resolute greed of brutes. Song of Bah^ro. Fart -t. And the coastguard in his garden with his glass against his eye. Christmas at Sea. JOHN STILL, Bishop of Bath and Wells (1543T-1608). I cannot eat hut 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. Act 2.* 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. lb. BENJAMIN STILLINGFLEET (1702-1771). Would yon both please and be instructed too. Watch well the rage of shining to subdue ; Hear every man upon his favourite theme. And ever be more knowing than you seem. Essay on Conversation. How hard soe'er it be to bridle wit, Yet memory oft no less requires the bit. How many, hurried by its force away, Forever in the land of gossips stray. lb. EARL OF STIRLING (William Alexander) (1580-1640). What life refused, to gain by death he thought : For life and death are but indifferent things, And of themselves not to be shunned nor sought, But for the good or ill that either brings. Tragedy of Darius. Death is the port where all may refuge find, The end of labour, entry unto rest. lb. What thing so good which not some hai-m may bring ? Even to be happy is a dangerous thing. Chorus 1, Of all the tyrants that the world affords, Our own alfections are the fiercest lords. Julius Caesar, Although my hap be hard, my heart is high. Aurora. Sonnet SO. To love and be beloved, this is the good. Which for most sovereign all the world will prove. Sonnet 44. * Said to be from a song older than the play " Gammer Guiton's Needle." It is also uncertain whether Bishop Still was the author of " Gammer GLU'ton's Needle," which has been attributed to John Bridges, Dean of Salisbury. Times daily change and we likewise iu' them ; Things out of sight do straight forgotten die. Sonnet 63. I hope, I fear, resolved, and yet I doubt, I'm cold as ice, and yet I bum as fire ; I wot not what, and yet I much desire, And trembling too, am desperately stout. Sonnet 68. Though I was long in coming to the light. Yet may I mount to fortune's highest height. Sonnet 98. I sing the sabbath of eternal rest. Doomsday, The First Sour. St. 1. When policy puts on reUgious cloak. The Second Sour. St. ^2. Of all things that are feared, the least is death. St. 73. Pride hated stands, and doth unpitied fall. The Fi-nrth Sour. St. 85. The weaker sex, to piety more prone. riie Fifth Sotir. St. 55. His birthright sold, some pottage so to gain. The Sixth Sour. St. 39. That queen of nations, absolutely great. [Rome.] St. 77. These find withal who have such courses run. That generous plainness proves the better way. The /Seventh Sour. St. 35. Vile avarice and pride, from Heaven accurst. In all are ill, but in a church-man worst. St. 86. Lo, one who loved true honour more than fame, A real goodness, not a studied name. I'he Eighth Sour St. 109. Words but direct, example must allure. The Ninth Sour. St. US. That fatal sergeant, Death, spares no degree, St. 114. The world's chief idol, nurse of fretting cares. Dumb trafficker, yet understood o'er all. The Tenth Sour. St. S9. Despair and confidence both banish fear. St. 55. [Miss] M. A. STODART (born c. 1815). When sorrow sleepeth, woke it not. But let it slumber ou.f Song. TFhen Sorrotc Sleepeth. [Rev.] SAMUEL J. STONE (b. 1837). The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer. Hymn. "TFeary of Earth." t Sec Proverb, " Let sleeping dogs lie." STORER-SWIFT. 851 THOMAS STORER (1671-1604). The short parenthesis of life was sweet, Eut short. Life and Death of Wolsey. JOSEPH STORY (1779-1845). Here shall the Press the People's right maintajn, TJnawed by influence, and unbribed by gain ; Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw. Pledged to Eeligion, Liberty, and Law. Motto of the Salem Register. [Mrs.] HARRIET [BEECHER] STOWE, nee Beecher (1812- 1896). " Who was your mother ? " " Never had none! " said the child with another grin. "Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you bom ? " "Never was bom! " persisted'Topsy. Uncle Tom's Cabin. Chap. W. "Do you know who made you?" "Nobody, as I knows on, " said the child, with a short laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considerably ;' for her eyes twin- kled, and she added — " I 'spect I growed. Don't think nobody never made me." lb. LORD STOWELL (See WILLIAM SCOTT). W. STRACHEY (17th Century). Nothing violent lasts. On Sejanus. [Sir] JOHN SUCKLING (1608-1641). *Tis expectation makes a blessing dear ; Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were. Against Fruition. St. 4. They who know all the wealth they have are poor ; He's only rich that cannot tell his store. St.B. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice, stole in and out,* 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. St. 8. For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear (The side that's next the sun). St. 10. Her lips were red, and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin, (Some bee had stung it newly) . St. 11. *See Herrick (p. 163) :— " Her pretty feet Like snails did creep." Oui' sins, like to our shadows, When our day is in its glory, scarce ap- pear : Towards our evening how great and mon- strous They are ! Aglaura, Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? Prithee why so pale ? lb. Sonff. She 's pretty to walk with. And witty to talk with. And pleasant, too, to think on. Brcnnoralt. Her face is like the milky way i' the sky, A meeting of gentle lights without a name. lb. The prince of darkness is a gentleman. The Goblins. I thought to undermine the heart By whispering in the ear. 'Tis now, since I sat down before. EARL OF SURREY (Henry Howard) (1516?-1547). The aootet season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With grene hath clad the hill, and eke the vale. Description of Spring. And easy sighfes, such as folk drawe in love. J Prisoner in Windsor, he recounteth his pleasure there passed. The farther oil, the more desirde ; thus lovers tie their knot. The FaithfuU Lover declareth his Falncs. Danger well past remembred works delight. Bonum est mlhl quod humiliastl me. But oft the words come forth awrie of him that loveth well. Description of the Fickle Affections, Pangs, and Sleights of Love. CHARLES SWAIN (1803-1874). There's a dignity in labour Truer than e'er pomp arrayed. What Is noble? He who seeks the mind's improvement, Aids the world, in aiding mind. lb. JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1745). He (the emperor) is taller by the breadth of my nail, than any of his court ; which alone is enough to strike an awe into the beholders. Gulliver's Travels. Voyage to UlUpiit, t So6te = sweet. t "Not such sorrowful sights as men make For woe, or ellfes when that folk be silce Buteasy sights, such as been to like." — Chaucer, "Troilus and'Cressida." 352 SWIFT. The colonel and his officers were in much pain, especially when they saw me take out my pen-knife. OuUlver's Travels. Voyage to Lilliput. He put this engine [a watch] to our ears, which made an incessant noise like that of a water-mill: and we conjecture it is either some unknown animal or the god that he worships, but we are more inclined to the latter opmion. lb. riimnap, the treasurer, is allowed to cut a caper on the straight rope at least an inch higher than any other lord in the empire. I have seen him do the summerset several' times together. III. It is alleged, indeed, that the high heels are most agreeable to our ancient consti- tution, but, however that may be, his majesty has determined to make use only of low heels in the administration. lb. Begging is a trade unknovra in this empire. lb. He could not forbear taking me up in his right hand, and, stroking me gently with the other, after a hearty fit of laxighing, asked me whether I was a whig or tory. Voyage to Brohdingnag. I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives to be the most pernicious race of little odious vermin that nature ever suif ered to crawl upon the surface of the earth. lb. "He was amazed how so impotent and grovelling an insect as I" (these were his expressions) " could entertain such inhuman ideas, and in so familiar a manner." lb. 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." lb. He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put into phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers. Voyage to Laputa. The women were proposed to be taxed according to their beauty and skill in dressing . . . but constancy, charity, good sense, and good nature were not rated, because they would not bear the charge of collecting. lb. I heard a whisper from a ghost who shall be nameless, " that these commentators always kept in the most distant quarters from their principals in the lower world, through a consciousness of shame and guilt, because they had so horribly misrepresented the meaning of thn.se authors to posterity." lb. May youi celestial majesty outlive the sun, eleven moons and a half ! lb. I told him . . . that we ate when we were not hungry, and drank vrithout the provo- cation of thirst. Voyage to the Houylmlmms. Spleen, which only seizes on the lazy, the luxurious, and the rich. lb. A giddy son of a gun. The Battle of the BooIib. "War is the chUd of pride, and pride the daughter of riches.* J-b. A virtue but at second-hand ; They blush because they understand. Cadenus and Vanes!:a. All humble worth she strove to raise ; Would not be praised, yet loved to praise. lb. Tis an old maxim in the sdiools, That flattery's the food of fools ; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. lb. What some invent the rest enlarge. jQtirnal of a Hodern Lady. Convey a libel in a frown, And wink a reputation down. lb. Could maul a minister of state. On the Death of Dr. Swift. In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends.t '• 7. Faith ! he must make his stories shorter Or change his comrades once a quarter. I. 95. Some gi'eat misfortune to portend, No enemy can match a friend. 1. 119. He'd rather choose that I should die Than his predictions prove a lie. I. 131. His time was come ; he ran his race ; We hope he's in a better place. I. HI. Attacking, when he took the whim. Court, city, caiiip,—aX\ one to him. I. Si7. Yet malice never was his aim ; He lashed the vice, but spared the name. No individual could resent. Where thousands equally were meant. I S41. Fair Libeeiy was all Ms cry ; For her he stood prepared to die ; For her he boldly stood alone ; For her he oft exposed his own. /. 411- A servile rjice in folly nursed, Who truckle most when treated worst. 1.4GI. • Quoted as "an almanac saying." t "Dans radversit6 de iios ineilleurs amisnnna trouvous tou.ionrs quelque cliose qui ne noiia doplaist pas."— Old French saying, quoted by Rochefoucault. feWlt^t. .^53 fie gaVe tlie iittle wealth he had To build a house for fools and mad ; To show, by one satiric touch, No nation wanted it so much. On the Death of Dr. Swift. /. 5SS. See now comes the captain all daubed with gold lace. The Grand Qnestion Debated. Can hardly tell how to cry ^o to a goose. lb. Say, Britain, could you ever boast, Three poets in an age at most ? Our chilling climate hardly bears A sprig of bays in fifty years. On Poetry. As learned commentators view In Homer more than Homer knew. lb. So geographers, in Afric maps. With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns. lb. To Cerberus they give a sop, His triple barking mouth to stop. lb. He gives directions to the town To ciy it up or juu it down. lb, Hobbes clearly proves that every creature Is in a state of war by nature. lb. So, naturalists observe, a flea Hath smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em, And so proceed ad infinitum ; Thus every poet in his kind Is bit by him that comes behind.* lb. Your panegyrics here provide ; You cannot err on flattery's side. lb. A coming shower your shooting corns presage. Description of a City Shower. He who betrays liis friend, shall never be Under one roof, or in one ship, with me. Horace. Booh 3, 2. And though the villain 'scape awhile, he feels Slow vengeance, like a bloodhound at his heels. lb. His two-year coat so smooth and bare, Through every thread it lets in air. Progress of Poetry. Proper words in proper places. Definition of a Good Style. His talk was now of tithes and dues. Baucis and Philemon. Philosophy ! the lumber of the schools. Ode to Sir W..Temple. i, "liibertas et natale solum ! " Fine words, indeed ! I wonder where he stole 'em. Lines written in 1724 on Chief Justice TFhitahed'a motto on Ms coach, after the trial of Drapier. Censure's to be uudersiood, Th' authentic mark of the elect ; The public stamp Heav'n sets on all that'a great and good. Our shallow search and judgment to dii-ect. Ode to the Athenian Societyi Men who lived and died without a name. Are the chief heroes in the sacred list of fame. Ih, Where I am not understood, it shall be concluded that something very useful and profound is couched underneath. Tale of a Tub. Preface, " Bread," says he, " dear brothers, is the staff of Ufe." Sec. J,. Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Thonghts on Yarious Subjects. Few are qualified to shine in company, but it is in most men's power to be agreeable. lb. We have just enough religion to make U3 hate, but not enough to make us love one another. lb. Party is the madness of the many, for the gain of a few. lb. To endeavour to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew -blocks with a razor. lb. A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday. lb. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. lb. ' See MIscellaneons, Oh how our neighbour lifts his nose To tell what every schoolboy knows. The Country Life. A wise man is never less alone than when he is alone. t Essay on the Faculties of the Mind. Laws are like cobwebs, which may tedch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break thiough.J lb. There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy. lb. We were to do more business after dinner ; but after dinner is after dinner — an old saying and a true, Much drinking, little thinking. Letters. To Mrs. Johnson (Stella), Feb. ^6, 1711-S. Monday is parson's holiday. lb., March 3, 1711-S. f See Kogers : " Never less alone than when alone." } Set Bacon, p. IS ; aiio Uiscellangoiu. 23a 354 SWINBURNE. People will pretend to grieve more than they really do, and that takes off from their true grief. Letters. ToMrs.I)ingleij,Jan.U,171^-S. What a foolish thing is time ! And how- foolish is man, who would be as angry if time stopped, as if it passed ! To Miss Vanhomrigh (Vanessa), Aug. 7, 17^2. lam weary of friends, and friendships are all monsters. To Stella, Oct. 2S, 1710. Method is good in aU things. Order governs the world. The Devil is the author of confusion. lb., Oct. ^, 1710. Plaguy twelve-penny weather.* lb. "Tis very warm weather when one's in hed. lb., Nov. 8, 1710. As I hope to live, I despise the credit of it, out of an excess of pride. /*., Nov. H, 1710. In war opinion is nine parts in ten. lb., Jan. 7, 1710-1. We are so fond of each other, because our ailments are the same. lb., Feb. 1, 1710-1. We con ailments, which makes us very fond of each other. lb. Feb. I4, 1710-1. I love good creditable acquaintance ; I love to he the worst of the company. lb., April 17, 1710-1. Opinion is a mighty matter in war. lb., Jan. 1, nil. He was a fiddler, and consequently a rogue. lb., July 25, 1711. He showed me his bill of fare to tempt me to dine with him. " Foh," said I, " I value not your bill of fare, give me your biU of company." lb., Sept. 2,1711. ' No man ever made an ill figure who understood his own talents, nor a good one who mistook them. Essays, p. 705. He was u, bold man that first ate an oyster. Polite Conversation, 2. ALGERNON CHARLES SWIN- BURNE (b. 1837). Some dead lute-player That in dead years had done delicious things. Ballad of LUe. And sleep beholds me from afar awake. Laus Veneris. V^ith nerve and hone she weaves and mul- tiplies Exceeding pleasure out of extreme pain. lb. ■ * An expression frequently used by Swift. Gay, in a letter to Swift, speaks of "shilling weatlicr. ' The allusion is to weather when chair* bire or coach-hire was necessary. For I was of Christ's choosing, I God's knight,' No blinkard heathen stumbling for ^cant light. i*. Smitten with sunbeams, ruined with rain. Ihe Triumph of Timea I have put my days and dreams out of mind. Days that are over, dreams that are done. lb. Out of the world's way, out of the light. Out of the ages of worldly weather^ Forgotten of all men altogether. lb. At the door of life, by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. lb. But you, had you chosen, had you stretched hand^ Had you seen good such a thing were done, I too mi^ht have stood with the souls thai stand In the sun's sight, clothed with the light of the sun. Jb, I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. Jb. I shall never be friends again with roses ; I shall loathe sweet tunes, where a note grown strong Beleuts and recoils, and climbs and closes. lb. I shall hate sweet music my whole life Ions. lb,. Marvellous toercies and infinite love. Les Moyades. And though she saw all heaven in flower above, She would not love. A Leave-^taldng. Let life bum down, and dream it is not death. Anactoria. I would my love could kill thee; I am, satiated With seeing thee live, and fain would have thee dead. Jb. I would find grievous ways to have theo slain. Intense device, and superflux of pain. Jb. The world is not sweet in the end ; For the old faiths loosen and fall, the new years ruin and rend. Hymn to Proserpine. Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean.f lb. The end is come of pleasant places, Tne end of tender words and faces. The end of all, the poppied sleep. Illcet. Good-night, good sleep, good rest from sorrow. To these that shall not have good morrow ; The gods be gentle to all thes e ! Jb, t See Misoellaneom : "Thon hast conquered, O KazareDe." SWINBUENE. 355 A little sorrow, a little pleasure, Fate metes us from the dusty measure That holds the date of all of us ; . We are horn with travail and strong crying. And from the birth-day to the dying The likeness of our life is thus. Ilicet. I tui-n to thee as some green afternoon Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die ; Ah God, ah God, that day should be so 'soon ! In the Orchard. Forget that I remember, And dream that I f orge.t. Rococo. Yet leave me not ; yet,'if thou wilt, be free ; Love me no more, but love my love of thee. Erotlon. And those high songs of thine That stung the sense like wine. Or fell more soft than dew or snow by night, Or wailed as in some flooded cave Sobs the strong broken spii'it of a wave. To Victor Hugo. Delight, the rootless flower, And love, the hloomless bower ; Delight that lives au hour, And love that lives a day. Before Dawn. But love BO lightly plighted, Our love with torch unlighted, Faused near us uuaffrighted, Who found and left nim free. . /6. We shift and bedeck and bedrape us. Thou art noble and nude and antii|ue. Dolores. Men touch them, and change in a trice The lilies and languors of virtue For the raptures and roses of vice. lb. Ah beautiful passionate body That never has ached with a heart ! lb. But sweet as the rind was the core is ; We are faiu of thee still, we are fain, sanguine and subtle Dolores, Our Lady of Pain. lb. Despair the twin-born of devotion. Ji. The delight that consumes the desire, The desire that outruns the delight. lb. Then love wasthe pearl of his oyster. And Venus rose red out of wine. lb. O daughter of Death and Priapus, Our lady of Pain. 2b. From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life Eves for ever ; That dead men rise up never ; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. The Garden of Proserpine. Land me, she says, where love Shows but one shaft, one dove, , One heart, one hand. ' A shore like that, my dear, . Lies where no man wiU steer, ' Ifo maiden land. Love at Bea. {Imitated -from TMophile Omotier.) My heart will never ache or break For your heart's sake. Felise. fervent eyelids letting through Those eyes the greenest of things blue, The bluest of things grey, lb. 1 remember the way we parted. The day and the way we met ; You hoped we were both broken-hearted, And knew we should both forget. An Interlude. And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame. If you've forgotten my kisses. And I've forgotten your name. lb. For thou, if ever godlike foot there trod These fields of ours, wert surely like a god. In the Bay. St. IS. The shadow stayed not, but the splendour lOur brother, till the last of English days. ^t.l9. Who cannot hate, can love not. St. SI. Nor can belief touch, kindle, smite, reprieve His heart who has not heart to disbelieve. lb. A kingly flower of knights, a sunflower. That shone against the sunlight like the sun. The Complaint of Lisa. Sleep ; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon ; If sweet, give thanks ; thou hast no more to live ; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive, Ave atque Yale. The old dew still falls on the old sweet flowers. The old Sim revives the new-fledged hours, The old summer rears the new-born roses. Age and Song. ■ Old thanks, old thoughts, old aspirations. Outlive men's lives and lives of nations. Jb. Time takes them home that we loved, fair names and famous, To the soft long sleep, to the broad sweet bosom of death ; But the flower of their souls he shall not take away to shame us. Nor the lips lack song for ever that now lack breath. For with us shall the music and perfume that die not, dwell. Though the dead to our dead bid welcome, and we farewell. In Memory of Barry Cornwall. St. 6, 356 feWlNBiJRNE. Not a kindlier life o* sweeter Time, that lights and quenches men, Now may quench or light again. Epicede. (/. X. Graham, died 1S76.) Prince of sweet songs made out of tears and fire; A harlot was thy nurse, a God thy sire ; Shame soiled thy song, and song assoiled thy shame. But from thy feet now death hath washed the mire, Love reads out first, at head of all our choir, Villon, our sad bad glad mad brother's name.* A Ballad of Francois Villon. £nvoi. And sweet red splendid kissing mouth. Translation of Villon. Complaint of the Fair Armouress. And song is as foam that the sea-winds fret, Though the thought at his heart should be deep as the sea. Dedication to Poems and Ballads. Second Series, Change lays not her hand upon truth. Dedication. 1865. Man is a beast when shame stands off from him. Phsdra. Bippolytus, Thy works and mine are ripples on the sea. Take heart, I say : we know not yet their end. Locrlne. Look, ye say well, and know not what ye say. Atalanta in Calydon. Althaa. Small praise man gets dispraising the high gods. Chorus, His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. lb. But the gods hear men's hands before their lips. AUhcca, The sweet wise death of old men honourable. /*. And, best beloved of best men, liberty, Free lives and lips, free hands of men free- boni. lb. A child and weaJj, Mine, a delight to no man, sweet to me. lb. What ailed thee then to be born ? Chorus, Peace and be wise ; no gods love idle speech. Meleager. Have all thy will of words ; talk out thine heart. lb, A little fruit a little while is ours, And the worm finds it soon. Chorus, ' Set Browning : " How sa4 and mad and bad It was." But ye, keep ye on earth Your lips from over-speech, Loud words and longing are so little wortt ; And the end is hard to i-each. For silence after grievous things is good, And reverence, and the fear that makes men whole. And shame, and righteous governance of blood, And lordship of the soul. But from sharp words and wits men pluck no fruit, And gathering thorns they shako the tree at root; For words divide and rend ; But silence is most noble till the end. li. No man doth well but God hath part in him. /*. A name to be washed out with all men's tears. Althcea, What shall be said ? for words are thorns to grief. Chorus, Thy cradled brows and loveliest loving lips, The floral hair, the little lightening eyes. And all thy goodly glory. Althcea, Lament, with a long lamentation. Cry, for an end is at hand. Semi-chorus, Mother, thou sole and only, thou not these, Keep me in mind a little when I die, Because I was thy first-born Forget not, nor think shame ; I was thy son. Time was I did not shame thee ; and time was I thought to live and make thee honourable. ^eleager. Ay, not yet may the land forget that bore and loved thee and praised and wept, Sidney, lord of the stamless sword, the name of names that her heart's love kept. Astrophel. g, I. 4, All the spell that on all souls fell who saw thy spirit and held them bound. Lives for all that have heard the call and cadence yet of its music sound. 2, 1. 11, Miisic bright as the soul of light, for wings an eagle, for notes a dove. g, I. IS, Men that wrought by the grace of thought and toil things goodlier than praise dare trace. On the South Coast. St, I4. Faith, haggard as Fear that hath borne her, and dark as the sire that begot her, Despair. An Autumn Vision. 7', I, 0. A purer passion, a lordlier leisure, A peace more happy than lives on land, Fulfils with pulse of diviner pleasure. The dreaming head and the steering hand. A Bwlmmw'a Dream. ^, st, S, SWINBIJRNE. 357 Not till earth he sunless, not till death strike blind the skies, May the deathless love that waits on death' less deeds be dead- Grace Darling. 1. 103. India knelt at her feet, and felt her sway more fruitful of life than spiing. England : An Ode. J, st. 3. All our past proclaims our future : Shake- speare's voice and Nelson's hand, Milton's faith and Wordsworth's ti-ust in this our chosen and chainless land, Bear us witness: come the world against her, England yet shall stand. @, st. 5. No man ever spake as he that bade our England be but true, Keep but faith with England fast and firm, and none should bid her rue ; None may speak as he : but all may know the sign that Shakespeare knew. ^, st. 7. Hope knows not if fear speaks truth, nor- fear whether hopsT)e not blind as she : But the sun is in heaven that beholds her immortal, and girdled with life by the sea. S, St. 7. Bright with names that men remember, loud with names that men forget. Eton : An Ode. S. Glorious Ireland, sword and song Gird and crown thee : none may wrong Save thy sons alone. Tbe sea that laughs around us Hath sundered not but bomid us : The sun's first rising found us Throned on its equal throne. The Union. St. S. Cover thine eyes and weep, child of hell, Grey spouse of Satan, Church of name abhorred. The Monument of Giordano Bruno. S. Stately, kindly, lordly friend. Condescend Here to sit by me. To a Cat. St. 1. For if we live, we die not. And if we die, we live. Jacobite Song. St. 9. Hearts bruised with loss, and eaten through with shame. A Tear's Burden. St. 3. The woman that cries hush bids kiss : I learnt So much of her that taught me kissing. Harino Fallero. Aot 1, 1. Shame, that stings sharpest of the worms in hell. Act g, 1. A brave man, were he seven times king, Is but a brave man's peer. Act t, 2. Though our works Find righteous or unrighteous j udgment, this At least is ours, tp m&e them righteous. Act 3, 1 A crown and justice ? Night and day Shall first be yoked together. M, Wrong and right Are twain for ever : nor, though night kiss day, Shall right kiss wrong and die not. ■ Act4,S- Men May bear the blazon wrought of centuries, hold Their ajmouries higher than arms imperial, yet Know that the least their countryman, whose hand Hath done his country service, lives their peer. And peer of all their fathers. Act 5, 2. My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When time and God give judgment. lb. This I ever held worse than all certitude. To know not what the worst ahead might be. Act 5, t. In hawthom-time the heart grows light. The Tale of Balen. 1, st. 1. In linden-time the heart is high. For pride of summer passing by With lordly laughter in her eye. 2, st. 1. A true man, pure as faith's own vow, Whose honour knows not rust. 3, st. IS. A castle girt about and bound With sorrow, like a spell. 6, st. %5. Strong summer, dumb with rapture, bound With golden calm the woodlands round. 7, St. 14. God's blood ! is law for man's sake made, or man For law's sake only, to be held in bonds ? Mary Stuart. Act 2, 1. Wise men may think, what hardly fools would say. Act 4, 2. Peace more sweet Than music, Ught more soft than shadow. A Sunset. St. 4- Is not Precedent indeed a King of men ? A Word from the Psalmist. 4- Is not compromise of old a god among you ? Is a vote a coat? Will fi'anchise feed you t" 16. The round little flower of a face that exults in the sunshine of shadowless days. After a Reading. St. S. Where might is, the right is : Long purses make strong swords. Let weakness learn meekness : ^od save the House of Lords I ^ Word for the Country. St, 1, 358 SWINBURNE— TAYLOR Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last. A Word tor the Country. St. IS. With a hero at head, and a nation Well gagged and well drilled and well cowed. And a gospel of war and damnation, Has not Empire a right to be proud ? He IS master and lord of his brothers Who is worthier and wiser than they. St. 18. Silence, uttering love that all things under- stand. The Cliffslde Path. St. 2. The world has no such flower in any land. And no such pearl in any gulf the sea. As any babe on any mother's knee. PelagiuB. 2. Make bare the pobr dead secrets of his heari, Strip the stark-naked soul, that all may peer, Spy, smirk, sniff, snap, snort, snivel, snarl, and sneer. In Sepulohretts. 2. Love han^s like light about your name As music round the shell ! Adieux a Harie Stuart. 4> ^t. 1. A loving little life of sweet small works. Bothwell. Act 1, 1. Fear that makes faith may break faith. Act 1, S. Your merrier songs are mourufuUer some- times Than veiy tears are. Act 1, 5. 'Tis the noblest mood That takes least hold on anger ; those faint hearts That hold least fire are fain to show it fii'st. Act 2, 4. There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart. Act 2, 13. I tell thee, God is in that man's right hand Whose heart knows when to strike, and when to stay. Act 3, 2. Tor when all's won all's done, and nought to do Is as a chain on him that with void hands Sits pleasureless and painless. Act 4, 1. The world is great, But each has but his own laud in the world. Act 5, 13. Hush, for the holiest thing that lives is here And heaven's own heart how near ! Herse. Where children are not, heaven is not. A Bong o( Welcome, l. 37. Babies know th? truth. Cradle Songs. No. 4. But this thing is God, To be man with thy might, To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit, and live out thy life as the light. Hertha. IS. Wide and sweet and glorious as compassion. Dunwich. PaH 1, st. 8. The thorns he spares when the rose is taken ; The rocks are left when he wastes the plain ; The wind that wanders, the weeds wind- shaken. These remain. A Forsaken Garden. St. 3. JOSHUA SYLVESTER (1563-1618). Stay, Worldling, stay ; whither away so fast ? Hark, hark awhfle to Tiitue's counsels current ! Spectacles. Lamp of the world, light of this universe. The Chariot of the Sun. Th' unnumbered motes' that in the sunbeams play.* Translation of Du Bartas. Marrying their sweet tunes to the augels' lays, t lb. THOS. NOON TALFOURD (1795- 1861). So his life has flowed From its mysterious urn, a sacred stream In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirrored. Ion. Act 1, 1. NAHUM TATE (1652-1715). Tiger with tiger, bear with bear, you'U find In leagues oftensive and defensive joined ; But lawless man the anvil dares profane. And forge that ste3l by which a man is slain. Translation of Juvenal. Friendship's the privilege Of private men ; for wretched greatness knows No blessiug so substantial. The Loyal General. ANN TAYLOR (Mrs. Gilbert) (1786- 1866) and JANE TAYLOR (1783- 1824). I thank the goodness and the grace, Which on my birth have smiled, And made me, in these Christian days, A happy English child. Infant Hymns for Infant Hinds. A Child's Si/iiui of Praise. I was not bom a little slave. To labour in the sun, And wish I were but in my grave. And all my labour done. lb, •5ee Milton: " II Penseroso." tSe« Milton; "L'Allegra" TAYLOR. 359 But if they all should he denied, 3?hen you're too proud to own your Pride. The Way to find out Fride, So, while their bodies moulder here. Their souls with God himself shall dwell, — But always recollect, my dear. That wicked people go to hell. About Dying. He went ahout, he was so kind, To cure poor people who were bhnd ; And many who were sick and lame. He pitied them i^nd did the same. Hymns for Sunday Schools. About Jesus Christ. 'Tis a eredit to any good girl to be neat, But quite a disgrace to be fine. The Folly of Finery. He minded not his friends' advice But followed his own wishes ; But one most cruel trick of his .Was that of catching fishes. Original Poems. The Little Fisherman. (By Jane T.) Who ran to help me, when I fell. And would some pretty story tell. Or kiss the place to make it well ? My Mother. My Mother. {By Ann T.) 0, how' good should we be found Who live on England's happy ground ! The English Girl. (By Jane T.) Twinkle, twinkle, little star ! How I wonder what yon are, Tip above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky \ Khymes for the Nursery. The Star. {By Jane T.) Thank you, pretty cow, that made Pleasant milk to soak my bread. The Cow. {By Ann T.) Oh, how very thankful I always should be. That I have kind parents to watch over me, Who teach me from wickedness ever to ilee ! Foor Children. Sweet innocent, the mother cried, And started fi'om her nook. That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook. The Little Fish that would not do as it was bid. Though man a thinking being is defined, Few use the great prerogative "of mind. How few think justly of the thinking few ! How many never thmk, who think they do ! Stanzas. {By Jane T.) BAYARD TAYLOR (1825-1878). Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book vunfold. Bedouin Song. They sang of love, and not of fame ; Forgot was Britain's glory ; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang Annie Lawrie. Songs of the Camp. All outward wisdom yields to that within. Whereof nor creed nor canon holds the key ; We only feel that we" have ever been, And evermore shall be. Netempsychosls of the Pine. [Sir] HENRY TAYLOR (1800-1886). There's no game So desperate, that the wisest of the wise Win not take freely up for love of power, Or love of fame, or merely love of play. Philip ¥on Artevelde. Fart 1, Act 1, S. The world knows nothing of its greatest men. Fart 1, Aot 1, 5. He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend. J 4; Such souls, Whose sudden visitations daze the world, . Vanish Uke lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Fart 1, Act 1, 7. JEREMY TAYLOR, Bishop of Down and Connor (1613-1667). He. that loves not his wife and childi-en, feeds a lioness at home and broods a nest of sorrows; and blessing itself caimot make him happy. Sermon. Matried Lave-. The sun, reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores, is unpolluted in his beam.* . Holy Living. CAup. 1, see. 3. Every school-boy knows it.+ On the Real Presence. Sec. B, 1. JOHN TAYLOR ("The Water Poet") (1580-1654). . The dogged dog-days had begun to bite. A very Merry- Wherry-Ferry Voyage. I. 6. And though I ebb in worth, I'll flow in thanks. /. 5». There is a proverb, and a prayer withal. That we may not to three strange places fall: From Hull, from Halifax, from Hell, 'tis thus. From all these three, good Lord, deliver us ! I. 575. Pens are most dangerous tools, more sharp by odds Than swords,"and out more keen than whips or rods. News tiom Hell, Hull, and Halifax. Three Satirical Lashes. 1. 1. * See Bacon,. p. 14. t See Miscellaneous : " Maoaulay's eohool-boy." 360 TEMPLE— TENNYSON. Wit's whetstone, Want, there made us quickly learn. The Penniless Pilgrimage. I. 211. One Scottish mile, now and then, may well stand for a niile and a half or two English. Contimiation in prose. The Old, Old, very Old Man. Title of an Account of Tlios. Farr. SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE (162E- 1699). Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. Ancient and Modern Learning. Life is at best but a froward child, which must be coaxed and played with until the end comes. Essay on Poetry. ALFRED TENNYSON (Lord Tenny- son) (1809-1892). Her court was pure ; her life serene ; God gave her peace ; her land reposed ; A thousand claims to reverence closed In her as Mother, Wife, and Queen ; And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet. To the Queen. Broad-based upon her people's will, And compassed by the inviolate sea. The world was never made. It will change, but it will not fade. lb. Nothing was bom ; Nothing will die ; AH things will change. Juvenilia. Nolhhig will die. Below the thunders of the upper deep, Far, far beneath, in the abysmal sea. TlieKralcni. So iimocent-arch, so cunning-simple. Lilian. lb. Gaiety without eclipse, \Vearieth me, May Lilian. Locks not wide dispread. Madonna- wise on either side her head. Isttbcl. And rarely smells the new-mown hay. The Oal. The forward-flowing tide of time. Recollections of the Arabian Xir/hls. For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alrasohid. lb. And with a sweeping of the arm. And a lack-lustre dead blue eye, Devolved his rounded periods. A Chayac(er. And stood aloof from other minds In impotence of fancied power. lb. Himself unto himself he sold : Upon himself himself did feed Quiet, dispassionate and cold. lb. Dowered with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love. The Fact. And Freedom reared in that august sunrise Her beautiful bold brow. lb. Vex not thou the poet's mind With thy shallow wit ; Vex not thou the poet's mind, For thou can'st not fathom it. Clear and bright it should be ever. Flowing like a crystal river, Bright as light and clear as wind. The Foel's Mind. Dark -browed sophist, come not anear. All the place is holy ground. 76. Thee nor caiketh care nor slander. A Dirge. Tn'o lives bound fast in one with golden ease; Two gi'aves grass-green beside a gray church tower. Circumstance. Scarce of earth nor all divine. Adeline. Your sorrow, only soitow's shade. Keeps real sonow far away. Margaret. Into dreamful slumber lulled, £!ednore. So full, so deep, so slow. Thought seems to come and go In thy large eyes, imperial EleUnore. lb. Thou art no Sabbath-drawler of old saws, DistiUed from some worm-cankered homily. To J. M. k. That island queen who sways the floods and lauds From lud to Ind. Bttonaparte. That o'ergrown Barbarian in the East. [Russia.] Poland. A nobler yearning never broke her rest Than but to dance and sing, be gaily drest. lb. I loved thee for the tear thou couldst not hide. The Bridesmaid. This truth within thy mind rehearse. That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. The Two Voices. And did not dieam it was a dream. lb. " Consider well," the voice replied, " His face, that two hours since hath died ; Wilt thou find passion, pain , or pride ? " lb. No life that breathes with human breath Pas ever truly longed for death, lb. TENNYSON. 361 There's somewhat in this world amiss Shall be unriddled by and by. The Killer's Daughter. St. 3. Across the walnuts and the wine. St. Jf. It haunted me, the morning long, With weary sameness in the rhymes, The phantom of a silent song, That went and came a thousand times. St. 9. Love, O fire ! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. Fatima. A sinful soul possessed of many gifts, A spacious garden full of flowering weeds. To . 1 built my soul a lordly pleasure-house Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. Palace of Art. Still as, while Saturn whirls, his stedfast shade Sleeps on his luminous ring. Ih, A simple maiden in her flower Is worth a himdred ooats-of-ai-ms. Lady Clara Yere de Vere. Prom yon blue heavens above us bent The gardener Adam and his wife* Smile at the claims of long descent. Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Worman blood. lb, Tpu must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear ; To-morrow 'ill be the happiest time of all the glad New Year ; Of all the glad New Tear, mother, the maddest merriest day ; For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The Kay Queen. Slumber is more sweet than toil. The Lotos Eaters. Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Thau tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes. Chortc Song. There is no joy but calm. lb. Let us aJone. Time driveth onward fast. And in a little while oixr lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last ? All things fire taken from us and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. /*. All things have rest and ripen towards the gi'ave. lb. Plenty corrupts the melody That made thee famous once, when young. The Blackbird. • In the original edition, "The grancj ojd gardenef and bjs wife," The spacious times of great Elizabeth. A Dream of Fair Women. I. 7. A daughter of the gods, divinely tall. And most divinely fair. /. cS7. Love can vanquish Death. I. ^69. God gives us love. Something to love He lends us. To J. S. It is the land that freemen till. That sober-suited Freedom chose ; The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom slowly broadens down From precedent to precedent. You ask mo why. The falsehood of extremes. Of Old sat Freedom. Be proud of those strong sons of thine Who wrenched their rights from thee ! England and America in 1782. Keep a thing, its use will come. The Epic. The old order ohangeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world. Morte d'Arthur. (^Also in " The Fussing of Arthur.") He, by some law that holds in love, rnJ draws The greater to the lesser, long desired A certain miracle of symmetry. The Gardener's Daughter. A sight to make an old man young. lb. That these two parties still divide the world — Of those that want, and those that have : and still The same old sore breaks out from age to age With much the same result. Walking to the Kail. As cruel as a schoolboy. lb. A Tudor-ohimnied bulk Of mellow brickwork on an isle of bowers. Edwin Korris, The curate ; he was fatter than his cure.* lb. A full-celled honeycomb of eloquence Stored from all flowers. Poet-like he spoke. lb. " Parson," said I, " you pitch the pipe too low." lb. God made the woman for the use of man, Aud for the good and increase of the world. ^ lb. Him That was a god, and is a lawyer's clerk, The rentroU Cvpi4 of 9W rainy isles, Jb. 362 TENNYSON. And slight Sir Eobert with his watery smile And educated whisker. Edwin Horrls. Trom scalp to sole one slough and crust of sin, Unfit for earth, unfit for heaven, scarce meet For troops of devils, mad with blasphemy. St. Simeon Stylltes. Battering the gates of heaven with storms of prayer. Ji. Ere yet, in scorn of Peter's pence. And numbered bead, and slirift, Bluif Haixy broke into the spence And turned the cowls adi-if t. The Talking Oak. Strait-laced, but all- too-full in bud For Puritanic stays. Ih. In tea-cup times of hood and hoop. Or while the patch was worn. lb. Like truths of science waiting to be caught. The Golden Year. Ah ! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land. And like a lane of beams athwart the sea ? lb. I am a part of all that I have met. Ulysses. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unbumished , not to shine in use ! lb. Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Tlthonus. In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. Locksley Hall. Love took up the harp of Life, aud smote on all the chords with might ; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight, lb, Aud our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips. lb. As the husband is, the wife is. lb. He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force, Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. lb. I will pluck it from my bosom, though mv heart be at the root. lb. Love is love for evermore. lb. This is truth the poet sings. That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is re- membering happier things.* Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. lb. With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter's heart. /*, I* Set Note on p. T3. Every door is barred with gold, and opens but to golden keys. lb. But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels. lb,. Men my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do. lb. For I dipt into the Future, far as human eye could see. Saw the Tision of the world, and all the wonder that would be. lb. In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. lb. Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point. lb. Yet 1 doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. lb. Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, lb. I was left a trampled orphan. lb. I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. lb. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. lb.- Through the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day : Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay. lb. With twelve great shocks of sound, the shameless noon Was clashed and hammered from a hundred towers. Godivn.. This proverb flashes through his head, The many fail : the one succeeds. The Day-dream. The ArriviU. St. 2. But any man that walks the mead. In bud or blade, or bloom, may find, According as his humours lead, A meaning suited to his mind. Moral. St. S. For we are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. + rEnvoi, St. 1. Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men. Will Waterproors Lyrical Honologue. Let Whig and Tory stir their blood ; There must be stormy weather ; But for some true result of good All parties work together. lb. Ho that only rules by terror Doeth grievous wrong. The Captain. t See Bacon : " These times are the ancient times." (p. 7.) TENNYSON, 363 A man had given all other bliss, And all his worldly woitU for this, To yraste his whole heart in one kiss Upon her perfect lips. Sir Laimcelot and Queen Guinevere. Come not, when I am dead. To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave, To trample round my fallen head. And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save. Come not, when I am dead. Through slander, meanest spawn of hell — And women's slander is the worst. The Letters. 5. Let us have a quiet hour. Let us hob-aud-noh with Death. The Vision of Sin. Tart 4, st. 3. Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.* SI. 9 and 15. He that roars for liberty Faster binds a tyrant's power ; And the tyrant's cruel gle3 Forces on the freer hour. St. 17. Fill the can, and fill the cup : All the windy ways of men Are but dust that i-ises up. And is lightly laid again. St. 18 and T/, Drink to heavy Ignorance ! Hob-and-nob with brother Death ! St. S3. But for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break. But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. lb. For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. The Brook. Dust are our frames, and gilded dost our pride. ftylmer's Field. 1, 1. Sir Aylmer Aylmer, that almighty man. The county God. /. 13. Saw from his windows nothing save his own. i.n. He leaned not on his fathers, but himself. /. 57. Fine as ice-ferns on January panes Made by a breath. I. U3. These old pheasant-lords. These partridge-breeders of a thousand years. Who had mildewed in their thousands, doing nothing Since Egbert. I. 382. • In the earlier editions : "Every minute dies a man, Every minute one is born." Thij has been parodied by a student of statistics ; ,"Evei-y minute dies a man, And one and one-sixteenth is bom." Mastering the lawless science of our law, That codeless myriad of precedent. That wilderness of single instances. Through which a f ew, Dy wit or f ortime led, May beat a pathway out to wealth ana fame. I. 436. And musing on the little lives of men, And how they mar this little by their feuds. Sea Dreams. 1. 48. Birdie, rest a little longer, Till the little wings are stronger. So she rests a little longer. Then she flies away. Sonff adjin. Wines that, Heaven knows when. Had Slicked the fire of some forgotten sun. And kept it through a hundred years of gloom. The Golden Supper. I. 192. Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself. Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods. Lucretius. I. 145. Twy-natured is no nature. I. 194. Why should I, beast-like as I find myself. Not manlike end myself ? — our privilege— What beast has heai't to do it? 1.231. FaESLonless bride, divine Tranquillity. I. 265. Without one pleasure and without one pain. I. 268. Flowers of all heavens, and lovelier than their names. The Princess. Frologiie, 1. 12. Half-legend halfThistorio. I. SO. miracle of noble womanhood ! I. 48. Sport Went hand in hand with Science. /. 79. Bough to common men, But honeying at the whisper of a lord. /. 114. With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans, And sweet giii-graduates in their golden hail-. I. 141. However deep you might embower the nest. Some boy would spy it. I. I4S, A rosebud set with little wilful thorns. And sweet as English air could make her, she. I. 153. Only longed. All else was well, for she-society. l. 157. Of temper amorous, as the first of May. Canto 1, 1. 2. 1 seemed to move among a world of ghosts, And feel myself the shadow of a dream. I. 17. He held his sceptre like a pedant's wand, ■ " l.g7. 364 TENNYSON. still we moved Together, twiuned as horse's ear aiid eye. The Princess. I. 55. , Then he chewed The thrice-turned cud of wrath, and cooked his spleen. I- S4. But all she is and does is awful. !. 140- She looked as grand as doomsday and as grave. l. iS6. A sight to shake The midriff of despair with laughter. I. 196. And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love, And kiss again with tears ! Ganto 2. Song. This han-en verbiage, current .among men, Light coin, the tinsel olink of comphment. 1.40. Better not be at all Than not be noble. 1. 70. You jest : ill jesting with edge-tools 1 /. IS4. O hard, when love and duty clash ! !. WS. With scraps of thundrous Epic lilted out. I. S5S. And quoted odes, and jewels iive-words-long That on the stretched foreBuger of all Time Sparkle for ever. /. S55. "They hunt old trails," said Cyril, "very well ; B ut when did woman ever yet invent ? ' ' I. 36S. Men hated learned women. I. 44^- O my princess ! true she en-s,* But in her own grand way. CatUo 3, J. 01. No rock so hard but that a little wave May beat admission in a thousand years. I. 1.SS. To nurse a blind ideal like a gii-l. /. Wl, Great deeds cannot die ; They with the sun and moon renew their light For ever, blessing those that look on them. i.tsr. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying. Canto 4. Sonj. Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Canlo 4. I. SI. * There is an Aiabic Proverb translated in a culleutiou published lti23, as follows: '*Cumeirat (TudiUis, errat errore eniditn," i.e. "AYlten lljo learned man errs lie errs wjtli a learned error." So sad, so strange, the days that aie no more, 1. 35. Dear as remembered kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as love. Deep as first love, and wild with all regret ; Death in Life, the days that are no more. 1.36. tell her, Swallow.'thou that knowest each, That bright and fierce and fickle is the South, And dark and true and tender is the North. I. 78. O teU her, brief is life but love is long. /. 03. And paint the gates of Hell with Paradise. I. US. These flashes on the surface are not he. He has a solid base of temperament. /. ^3i. A lidless watcher of the public weal. I. 306, Man is the hunter ; woman is his game. Canto 5. 1. 147. A maiden moon that snarklcs on a sty. I. 178. Not like the piebald miscellany, man. I. 100. We remember love ourself In our sweet youth. 1. 198, The blind wildbeast of force. /. 256. When the man wants weight, the woman takes it up, And topples down the scales , but this is fixt As are the roots of earth and base of all ; Man for the field and woman for tha hearth : Man for the sword and for the needle she : Man with the head and woman with the heart : Man to command and woman to obey ; All else confusion. Look you ! the gray mare Is ill to live with, when her whinny shrills From tile to scullery, and her small good- man Shrinks in his armchair while the fires of Hell Mix vrith his health. I. 434. The bearing and the training of a child ^ woman's wisdom. I. 4'5. Homo they brought her warrior dead. Canto 0. Song. The woman is so hard Upon the woman. /. 205. With a voice, that like a bell Tolled by an earthquake iu a trembluig tower, Bang ruin, ;, 311. TENNYSON. 365 Ask me no more : the moon may draw the Eea. The Princess. Canto 7. Song. The moan of doves in immemorial elms, And murmuring of innumerable hees. I. 206. Through all the faultf ul Past. I. ^SS. The woman's cause is man's: they rise or sink Together. I. S4S. Either sex alone Is half itself, and in true marriage lies Nor equal nor unequal. /. S8S. Happy he With such a mother ! Faith in womankind Beats with his hlood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and though he trip and faU He shall not blind his soul with clay. I. SOS. And so through those dark gates across the wild That no man bows. I. S4I. For she was crammed with theories out of books. Conclusion, God bless the narrow sea which keeps her off, And keeps our Britain, whole within her- self, A nation yet, the rulers and the ruled. lb. Too comic for the solemn things they are. Too solemn for the comic touches in them. lb. This fine old world of ours is hut a child. Yet in the go-cart. Patience ! Give it time To learn its limbs : there is a hand that guides. lb. No little lily -handed Baronet he, A great broad-shouldered genial English- man, lb. The last great Englishma;i is low. Ode on the Death of the Duke of WeUington. St. 3. Foremost captain of his time, Eich in saving common-sense. And, as the greatest only are. In his simpUcity sublime, good grey head which all men knew. St. 4. f all'n at length that tower of strength ^ Which stood four-square to all the winds that blew. Jb. Under the cross of gold That shines over city and river. Through the dome of the golden cross. lb. To such a name for ages long, To such a name, Preserve a broad approach of fame, In that world-earthqilake, Waterloo. St. G. Thank Him who isled us here, and roughly set His Briton* in blown seas and stormin" showers. St. 7. O Statesmen, guard us, guard the eye, the soul Of Europe, keep our noble England whole. That . sober freedom out of which there spiings Our loyal passion for our temperate kings. Who never sold the truth to serve the hour, Nor paltered with Eternal God for power. Yea, all things good await Him who cares not to be great, But as he saves or serves the state. Not once or twice in our rough island- story. The path of duty was the way to glory. St. 8 Speak no more of his renown, Lay 3'our earthly fancies down. And in the vast cathedral leave him, God accept him, Christ receive him. St. 9. Wild War, who breaks the converse of the wise. The Third of February. No little German state are we. But the one voice in Europe; we must speak. lb. We are not cotton-spinners all, But some love England and her honour yet. lb- All in the Valley of Death Eode the Six Hundred. Charge of the Light Brigade. Someone had blundered. lb, Theii-'s not to make reply, Their's not to reason why, Theh-'s but to do and die. /*. Cannon to right of them. Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of th'em Volleyed and thundered. 16. Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell. /*. AH the world wondered. lb. When can their glory fade ? ib. Ah I there's no fool like the old one. The Grandmother. For being of the honest few. Who give the Fiend himself his due. To the ReY. F. D. Maurice. You'll have no scandal while you dino, But honest talk an d wholesome wine. Ib i lb, » 80 printed, but " Britaia" seems to be intended. St. 5. 366 TENNYSON. But wheii the wreath of March has blos- somed, Crocus, anemone, violet. To the Rev. F. D. Maurice. Oh well for him whose will is strong ! He suffers, biit he will not suffer long ! He suffers, hut lie cannot suffer wrong. Will. , Most can raise the iiowers now, For all have got the seed. The Flower. Wearing his wisdom lightly, ft Dedication. Believing where we canuot prove In Memoriam. Introduction, st. 1, Thou madest man, he knows not why ; He thinks he was not made to die. St. 3. Our little systems have their day ; They have their day and cease to he. St. 5, Let knowledge grow from more to more. But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul, according well. May make one music as before. Sti 7. I held it truth, with .him who sings* To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. Canto 1. Let Love clasp Grief lest both be drowned. //;. Old YCw,, which graspest at the stones That name the under-lying dead. Canto S. For words, like Nature, half reveal And half concestl the Soul within. Canto 3. Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break. Canto G. His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud Drops in his vast and wandering grave, lli. He loves to make parade of pain. Canto SI. I do but sing because I must, And pipe but as the linnets sing. li. The Shadow cloaked from head to foot, Who keeps the keys of all the creeds. Canto f3. And Thought leapt put to wed with Thought Ere Thought could yfei itself with Speech. I/i. No lapse of moons can canker Love, Whatever fickle tongues may say. Canto S6. 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.f Canto S7. Her eyes are homes of silent prayer. * Canto S£. * Longfellow. Sec, "A ladder if we will but tread," otejp. 195). + See A. H. Clough, p. S3, note ; and Oongreve (p. 91). Whose faith has centoe everywhere, Nor cares to fix itself to form. Canto 33. Half-dead to know that I shall die. Canto 35. And aoubtfnl joys the father move, And tears are on the mother's face,. As parting with a long embrace She enters other realms of love. Canto 40. Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away. Canto 48. Whose youth was full of foolish noise. Canto 53. Hold thou the good : define it well : For fear Divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell. lb. Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill. Canto 54. That not a worm is cloven in vain, That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain. li. But what am I ? An infant crying iu the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry. III. So careful of the type she seems. So careless of the single life. Canto 55, Upon the great world's altar stairs That slope through darkness up to God. lb. Who battled for the True, the Just. Canto 56, Peace ; come away : the song of woe Is after all an earthly song : Peace ; come away : we do him wrong To sing so wildly : let us go. Canto 57, The passing of the sweetest son! That ever locked with human eyes. lb. As some divinely-gifted man. Whose hfe in low estate began, And on a sim])le village green ; Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance. And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star : Who makes by force his merit known, And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne. Canto 64. The pillar of a people's hope. The centre of a world's desire ; Yet feels, as iu a pensive dream. When all his active powers are still, A distant deamess in the hill, A secret sweetness in the stream. lb.- TENNYSON. 367 Sleep, kinsman thou to death and trance And madness, thou hast forged at last A night-long Present of the Past. In Memorlam. Canto 71. So many worlds, so much to do, So Uttle doue, such things to be. Canto 73. And round thee with the breeze of song To stir a Uttle dust of praise. Canto 75. Thy leaf has perished in the green. III. I count it crime To mourn for any overmuch. Canto So. You tell me Doubt is devil-born. Canto 96. There lives more faith in honest doubt, Beheve me, than in half the creeds. Jli. He seems so near and yet so far. Canto S7. A thousand wants Gnarr at the heels of men. Canto 9S. Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. Canto lOG. King out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true. lb. Ring out the feud of rich and poor. lb. Ring out a slowly dying cause. And ancient forms of party strife ; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. lb. Rins; out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times. lb. Ring out false pride in place arid blood, The civic slander and the spite ; ■ Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. lb. Ring out .old shapes of foul disease ; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old. Ring in the thousand years of peace. lb. Ring out the darkness of the land. Ring in the Christ that is to be. lb. 'Tis held that sorrow makes us Wise. Canto lOS. Impassioned logic', which outran The nearer in its fiery course. Canto 109, By blood a king, at heart a clown. Canto 111. And thus he bore without abuse . The grand old name of gentlenian, Befamed by every charlatan, And soiled with all ignoble use. lb. But trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. Canto 118. earth, what changes hast thou seen ! Canto m. Wearing all tha;t weight Of learning lightly like a flower.* Conclusion. St. 10. The foaming grape of Eastern France. st.m. One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event. To which the whole creation moves. St. 36. What profits now to understand The merits of a spotless shirt— A dapper boot— a httle hand — If half the little soul is dirt. Lines in " Punch " : Kb. 28, 1S46. " The New Timon and the Poets." The noblest answer, unto such. Is kindly silence when they bawl.f March 7, I846. " The After Thought." Why do they prate . of the blessings of Peace ? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own ; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone ? Maud. Part 1, 1, 6. Below me, there is the village, and looks how quiet and small ! And yet bubbles o'er like a city, with gossip, scandal, aud spite. Fart 1, 4, ^■ We are puppets,- Man in his pride, and Beauty fair in her flower ; Do we move ourselves, or are moved by an unseen hand at a game That pushes us off from the board, and others ever succeed ? Ah yet, we cannot be kind to each other here for an hour ; We whisper, and hint, and chuckle, and grin at a brother's shame ; However we brave it out, we men are a little breed. Part 1, 4, 5. The passionate heart of the poet is whirled into folly and vice. Part 1, 4, 7. That jewelled mass of millinery. That oiled and curled Assyrian Bull. Part 1, 6, 6. Did I hear it half in a doze Long since, I know not where ? Did I dream it an hour ago, When asleep in this armchair ? Part 1,7,1. The snowy-banded dilettante. Delicate-handed priest intone. Part 1, 8. * See " A Dedication " : " Wearing his wisdom lightly "(p. 866). t Altered in the published poems to : " Is perfect stillness when, they brawl." 368 TENNYSON. Ah, God, for a mdii -tvith heart, head, hand, Like some of the simple great ones gone For ever and ever by, One still strong man in a blatant land, Whatever they call him, what care I ? Aristocrat, democrat, autocrat — one Who can rule, and dare not lie. And ah for a man to arise in me. That the man I am may cease to be ! Maud. Fart 1, 10, 6 and G. Scorned, to be scorned by one that I scorn, Is that a matter to make me fret ? Part 1, 13, 1. Gorgonised me from head to foot With a stony British stare. Fart 1, IS, 2. Eoses are her cheeks And a rose her mouth. Fart 1, 17. Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, hath flown. Fart 1, 1, 22. The Christless code That must have Life for a blow. Fart 3, 1, 1. What is it ? a learned man Could give it a clumsy name. Let him name it who can, The beauty would be the same. Fart 2, 2, 2. Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be. Fart 2, 4, 3. But the churchmen fain would kill their church, As the churches have killed theii- Christ. Fart 2, 5, 2. Who reverenced his conscience as his king ; Whose glory was, redressing human ■\vrong ; AVlio spake "no slander, no, nor listensd to it. Idylls of the King. Dedication, I. 7. The shadow of his loss drew like eclipse, Darkening the world. We have lost him ; he is gone : We know him now : all narrow jealousies Are silent ; and we see him as he moved, How modest, kindly, all - accomplished, wise. With what sublime repression of himself, And in what limits, and how tenderly ; Not swaying to this faction or to that ; Not making his high place the lawless perch Of winged ambitions, nor a vantage-ground For pleasure ; but through all this tract of years Wearing the white flower of a blameless life. Before a thousand peering littlenesses. In that fierce light which beats upon a throne. And blaokens every blot. I, IS. Man's word is God in mah i Let chance what will, I trust thee to the death. The Coining of Arthur, I. 1S2. A doubtful throne is ice on sunamer seas. /. 2Jf!. Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.* The old order changeth, yielding place to new. '• 281i. Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King — Else, wherefore bom ? Gareth and Lynette, !. 117. The thrall in person may be free in soul. I. 163. A horse thou knowest, a man thou dost not know. 1. 454- Let be my name until I make my name. I. 563. And lightly was her slender nose Tip-tilted like the petal of a flower. 1. 577. Lion and stoat have isled together, knave, ' In time of flood. I- 872. I cannot love my lord and not his name. The Marriage of Geraint,\ I. 92. Wroth to be wroth at such a worm. I. 213. Ye think the rustic cackle of your bourg The murmur of the world. I. 276. Our hoard is little, but our hearts are great. !. 352. For man is man, and master of his fate. I. 355. Hark, by the bird's song ye may learn the nest. " 1. 359. They take the rustic murmur of their bourg For the great wave that echoes round the world. 1. 419- Mother, a maiden is a tender thing, And best by her that bore her understood. 1.509. O purblind race of miserable men. How many among us at this very hour Do forge a lifelong trouble for ourselves By taking true for false, or false for true ! Geraint and Enid, 1. 1. For the man's love once gone never returns. I 335 Your sweet faces make good fellows fools And traitors. /. 400. So vanish friendships only made in wine. I. 481. There ia not one among my gentlewomen 'VV^ere fit to wear your slipper for a glove. 1. 623. * Repeated several times ia " The Passing of Arthur." t This line also occurs in "Morte d' Arthur" and " The Poasing of Arthur." TENNYSON. 369 And I compel all creatures to my will. Idylls of the King. I Geraint mid Enid. I. 674, I love that beauty should go heautifuUy. I. 682. Upon this fatal quest Of honour, vrhere no honour can be gained, I. 704. He hears the judgment of the King of Kings. I. m. With mild heat of holy oratory. I. 8S7. Enid easily believed. Like simple noble natures, credulous Of what they long for, good in friend or foe. I.S7G. Brave hearts and clean ! and yet— God guide them — young ! Merlin and Vivien, I. S9. Maxims of the mud. I. 49. That glance of theirs, but for the street, had been A clinging kiss. I. 103, Who are wise in love. Love most, say least. I, 2^5. TJufaith in aught is want of faith in all. I. 3S7. It is the little rift within the lute. That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening, slowly silence all. 1. 38S. And trust me not at aU, or all in all. I. 3S6, Lo now, what hearts have men ! they never mount As high as woman in her selfless mood. 1.440. Man dreams of fame, while woman wakes to love. I. 4B8. And what is fame in life but half-disfame. And counterchanged with darkness ? I. 4S3. With this for motto, Eather use than fame. I. 478. Sweet were the days when I was all un- known. I. 499. Where blind and naked Ignorance Delivers brawling judgments, unashamed, On all things all day long. I. 662. But every page having an ample marge. And every marge enclosing in the midst A square of text that looks a little blot. 1.667. selfless man and stainless gentleman ! I. 790. Defaming and defacing, till she left Not even Lancelot brave, nor Galahad clean. I. 802. Por men at most differ as Heaven and Earth. But women, worst and best, as Heaven and HeU. 1. 812. 24 A ■ Face-flatterer and back-biter are the same. And they, sweet soul, that most impute a crime Are pronest to it, and impute themselves. Wanting the mental range. i^ 1.822. For in a wink the false love turns to hate. I. 850. God, that I had loved a smaller man ! 1 should have found in him a greater heart. I. 860. A virtuous gentlewoman deeply wronged. /. 899. There must be now no passages of love Betwixt us twain henceforward eveimore. I. 901. But who can gaze upon the Sun in heaven ? Lancelot and Elaine, I. 1T3. He is all fault who hath no fault at all : For who loves me must have a touch of earth. 1. 132. The tiny-trumpeting gnat can break our dream When sweetest ; and the vermin voices here May buzz so loud — we scorn them, but they sting. /. 13^. The fire of God Fills him : I never saw his like : there lives No greater leader. I. 314. In me there dwells No greatness, save it be some far-off touch Of greatness to know well I am not great. 1.4'fr. I know not if I know what true love is, But if I know, then, if I love not him, I know there is none other I can love. 1.672. The shackles of an old love straitened him, His honour rooted in dishonour stood. And faith unfaithful kerit him falsely true. 1.870. Sweet is true love, though given in vain, in vain. /. 949. If this be high, what is it to be low ? I. me. Never yet Was noble man but made ignoble talk. He makes no friend who never made a foe ! 1. 1079. Our bond is not the bond of man and wife. I. 1198. To loyal hearts the value of all gifts Must vary as the giver's. 1. 1026.* Jealousy in love . . . That is love's curse. 1. 1331. To doubt her fairness were to want an eye. To doubt her pui'eness were to want a heart. /. 1356. • See Shakespeare : " Hich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind " (p. 815). , 370 TENNYSON. For good ye are and bad; and like to coins, Some true, some light, but every one of you Stamped with the image of the king. Idylls of the King. The Holy Grail, I. 25. Never yet Had heaven appeared so blue, nor earth so green. • I, S64. True humility, The highest vii'tue, mother of them all. /. 44s. Being too blind to have desire to see. I. S68. And as when A stone is flung into some sleeping tarn, The circle widens tUl it lip the marge, Spread the slow smile through all her com- pany. Felleas and Ettarre, I. 88. The glance That only seems half-loyal to command, A manner somewhat fallen from reverence. The Last Tournament, 1. 117. As one Who sits and gazes on a faded fire, When all the goodlier guests are past away. 1.158. I am but a fool to reason with a fool. I. WS. The dirty nurse, Experience, in her kind Hath fouled me. I. 319. What rights are his that dare not strike for them? l.5'47. The greater man, the greater courtesy. I. G30. The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself. I. G54. For courtesy wins woman all as well As valour. I. 7O4. With silent smiles of slow disparagement. Guinevere, I. I4. Too late, too late ! ye cannot enter now. 1.167. For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind. l. S3S. The children bom of thee are sword and fire, Eed ruin, and the breaking up of laws. 1.4S1. To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honour his own word as if his God's. I. 464. To love one maiden only, cleave to her. And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her. I, 471, I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another, I. 66S. He never mocks, For mockery is the fume of little hearts. I. em. I thought I could not breathe in that fine air. That pure severity of perfect light — I wanted warmth and colour, which I found In Lancelot. lb. Ah, my God, What might I not have made of thy fair world, Had I but loved thy highest creature"here ? It was my duty to have loved the highest : It surely was my profit had I known : It would have been my pleasure had I seen. We needs must love the highest when we see it. Not Lancelot, nor another. I. 648. Why is all around us here As if some lesser god had made the world, But had not force to shape it as he would ? The Frnsing of Arthtir, I. 13. Arise, go forth and conquer as of old. I. 64. The king who fights his people fights him- self, I. 7t. There the pursuer could pursue no more. And he that fled no further fly. I. 88. Authority forgets a dying king. I. %S9. The true old times are dead, When every momiu g brought a noble chance. And every chance brought out a noble kiught. I. 397. Among new men, strange faces, other minds. I.4OG. More tilings are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. I, 4IS. Waverings of every vane with every wind, And wordy trucklings to the transient hour, And fierce or careless looseners of the faith. To the Queen. 49. God of battles, was ever a battle like this in the world before ? The Kevenge. He that only rules by terror Doeth grievous wrong. The Captain. A happy bridesmaid makes a happy bride. The Bridesmaid. As a mastiS dog May love n puppy cur for no more reason Than that the twain have been tied up together. Queen Hary. Act 1, 4. Nature's licensed vagabond, the swallow. Act 5, 1. Fifty years of ever-broadening Commerce ! Fifty years of ever-brightening Science ! Fifty years of ever- widening Empire ! On the Jubilee of Queen Victoria. THACKERAY. 371 Sunset and evening star, And one cleai- call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea. Crossing the Bar. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark ! And may there be no sadness of farewell When I embark ; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face, iVhen I have crossed the bar. lb. WM. M. THACKERAY (1811-1863). Kever known, during eight years at school, to be subject to that punishment which it is generally thought none but a cherub can escape. Yanity Fair. £ook 1, chap. 9. He [Sir Pitt Crawley] had an almost invincible repugnance to paying anybody, and could only be brought by force to dis- charge his debts. lb. Whenever he met a gieat man lie grovelled before him, and my-lorded him as only a free-bom Briton can do. Chap. 13. A good housewife is of necessity a hum- bug. Chap. 17. Nothing like blood, sir, in bosses, dawgs, and men. [James Crawley.] Chap. $5. Come, children, let us shut up the box and tlie puppets, for our play is played out. ConcliMing Chapter. Like Joe Miller's friend, the Senior Wrangler, who bowed to the audience from his box at the play, because he and the king happened to enter the theatre at the same time. Pendennis. Boole 1, Chap. 20. Tes, I am a fatal man, Madame Fribsbi. To inspire hopeless passion is my destiny. (Mirobolant.) Chap. iS. Remember, it's as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman. Chap. ^8. For a "slashing article, sir, there's nobody like the Capting. Chap. S%. The Tall Mall Gazette is written by gentle- men for gentlemen. lb. How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy ! ioo/e g, Chap. SI. 'Tia strange what a man may do, and a, woman yet think him an angel. Esmond. Soofe 1, chap. 7. If ever men had fidelity, 'twas they [the Stuarts] ; if ever men squandered oppor- tunity, 'twas, they ; and, of all the enemies they had, they themselves were the most fatal. Book g, chap. 4. We love being in love, that's the truth on't. C/iap 15: A military gent I see — and while his face 1 scan, I think you'll all agree with me— He came from Hindostan. The Newcomes. Boole 1, chap. 1. The true pleasure of life is to live with your inferiors. Chap. 9. What money is better bestowed than that of a schoolboy's tip ? Chap. IS. The wicked are wicked, no doubt, and they go astray and they fall, and they come by their deserts ; but who can tell the mis- chief which the very virtuous do ? Chap. m. Is not a young mother one of the sweetest sights which life shows us ? Booh %, chap. IS. As the last bell sti'uck, a peculiar sweet smile shone over his face, and he lifted up his head a Httle, and quickly said, " Ad- sum ! " and fell back. It was the word we used at school, when names were called ; and lo," he, whose heart was as that of a little child, had answered to his name, and stood in the presence of The Master. ' Chap. 4^. Dear filial humbugs. The Virginians. Book 1, chap. 25. What woman, however old, has not the bridal-favours and raimenfe stowed away, and packed in lavender, in the inmost cup- boards of her heart 'i Chap. tS. He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton. Chap. 32. I have seen no men in life loving their Erofession so much as painters, except, per- aps, actors, who, when not engaged them- selves, always go to the play. Adventures of Philip. Book 1, chap. 17. Kindness is very indigestible. It disagrees with very proud stomachs. Book 2, chap. 6. Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them — almost all women ; a vast number of clever, hard- headed men. Roundabout Papers. On a Zazi/, Idle Boy. And one man is as good as another — and a great dale betther, as the Irish philosopher said. On Ribbons, Titles are abolished ; and the American Eepublic swarms with men claiming and bearing them. lb. The thorn in the cushion of the editorial chair. The Thorn in the Cttshion. Ah me ! we wound where we never in- tended to strike ; we create anger where we never meant harm ; and these thoughts are the thorns in our Cushion. lb. 372 THACKBEAY— THOMSON. Ah, ye knights of the pen ! May honour be your shield, and truth tip your lances ! Be gentle to all gentle people. Be modest to women. Be tender to children. And as for the Ogre Humbug, out sword, and have at him ! Roundabout Papers. Ogres. On the day of the dinner of the Oyster- mongers' Company, what a noble speech I thought of in the cab ! Oh Two Papers I Mended to write. Yet a few chapters more, and then the last : after which, behold Finis itself comes to an end, and the Infinite begun. De Finihits. Bravery never goes out of fashion. The Four Georges. Qeorge the Second. It is to the middle class we must look for the safety of England. George the Third. . That he was the handsomest prince in the whole world was agreed by men, and, alas ! by many women. George tlie Fourth. It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a. Snob. Book of Snobs. Chap. S. There are some meannesses which are too mean even for man — ^woman, lovely woman alone, can venture to commit them. A Shabby Genteel Story. Chaj}. 3. Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. The Mahogany Tree. He hath no need of property Who knows not how to spend it. The King of Brentford's Testament. And ever since histoiian writ. And ever since a bard coiXi sing, Doth each exalt with all his wit The noble art of murdering. The Chronicle of the Drum. I heard the cabin snoring With universal nosa. The White Squall. Oh, Vanity of vanities ! How wayward the decrees of Fate are ; How very weak the very wise. How very small the very great are ! Vanitas Vanitatum, " Fancy a party, all Mulligans ! " thought I, with a secret teiTor. Mrs. Perkins's Ball. Why do they always put mud into coffee on board steamers? Why does the tea generally taste of boiled boots ? The Klckleburys on the Rhine. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter. Borrows of Wertheri There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was httle Billee. Little BiUee. As Doctor Martin Luther sang : ' ' Who loves not wine, woman, and song, He is a fool his whole life long ! " A Credo. Fomve me if, midst all Thy works, No hint I see of damning ; And think there's faith among the Turks, And hope for e'en the Brahmin. Jolly Jac'iE. By the Heastern Counties' Railway (vich the shares I don't desire). Lamentable Ballad of the Foundling. For even the Heastern Counties' trains must come in at last. 2h. Dinner was made for eatin', not for talkin'. Fashnable Fax and Polite Annygoats. It is worth living in London, surely, to enjoy the country when you get to it. Letter. LEWIS THEOBALD (1688-1744). None but himself can be his parallel.* The Double Falsehood. JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748). Come, gentle Spring! ethereal mildness, come ! The Seasons. Spring, I. 1. The town Buried in smoke, and sleep, and noisome damps. I. 101. 'Tis silence all. And pleasing expectation. /. IGO. Base Envy withers at another's joy. And hates the excellence it cannot reach. /. SSS. But who can paint Like nature ? Can Imagination boast. Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? I. 4O0. Up springs the lark, Shrill voiced and loud, the messenger of morn. /. 5S7. Pious fraud ! to lead The hot-pursuing spaniel far astray. I, 6Sf7. Can he forbear to join the general smile Of Nature? can fierce passions vex his breast, While every gale is peace, and every grove Is melody ? /. S6S. And villages embosomed soft in trees. I. 951. Amid the roses fierce Eepentauce rears Her snaky crest. /. 9)6. * Sea Maasfnger: " Her goodness doth disdain compaiison," etc. (p. 206). THOMSON. 373 Deliglitful task ! to reai the tender thought, To teach the yoiiiig idea how to shoot ; To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind ! The Seasons. Spring. 1. 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Betu'ement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life. Progressive vii'tue, and approving Heaven. 1. 115S. The meek-eyed Mom appears, mother of dews. Summer. I. Jf/. Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ? i.er. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day, Xiejoicing in the east, /, 81. Thus they flutter on From toy to toy, &om vanity to vice. I. S4S. The sober-suited songstress. (The nightin- gale.) 1 746. Sliipa, dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds. 1. 946. Aud Mecca saddens at the long delay. I. 979. A faint deceitful calm, ?, 99S, 'Tis listening fear and dumb amazement all. I. im. Or sighed aud looked unutterable things, Bo passed their life, a clear united stream, By care unruffled. I. 118S, A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs, /, 12S5. The statue that enchants the world, (Venus of Medici,) 1. 1346. For every virtue, every worth renowned ; Sincere, plain-hearted, hospitable, kind. 1. 1473. Who stemmed the torrent of a downward age. 1. 1515. In wayward passions lost and vain pursuits. 1. 1800. While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain. Comes jovial on. Autumn. I. 2. While listening Senates hang upon thy tougue, I, lo. And Fortune smiled deceitful on her birth, 1. 178. Herform was fresher tluui the morning rose. When the dew wets its leaves ; unstained ■ and pure. As is the lily or the mountain-snow, /. 19^, For Loveliness ffeeds not the foreign aid of ornament. But is, when unadorned, adorned the most, fhoughtless of Beauty, she was beauty's self. - l.^Oi.- When tyrant Custom had not shackled man. I. $&. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty con- cealed. /. 229. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh. Which scarce the firm philosopher can sconi. I. 233. The big round tears run down his dappled face,* l. 4S4. And pavement, faithless to the fuddled foot, I. 5317 . To give Society its highest taste ; Well-ordered home man's best delight to make ; And by submissive wisdom, modest skiU With every gentle, care-eluding art. To raise the virtues, animate the bliss, And sweeten all the toils of human life — This be the female dignity and praise ! I. 601. And meditato the Book Of Nature, ever open. I. 669. A formless grey confusion covers all. !. 729. The love of Nature unconfined. !. 1018, The faithless vain disturber of mankind. Insulting Gaul. 1. 1074. Full of pale fancies and chimeras huge, 7, 1143. Drinks the pure pleasures of the riural life, /. 1236. Find other lands beneath another sun. 1. 1234. See, Winter comes to rule the varied year. Sullen and sad. Winter, 1. 1, Welcome, kindred glooms. Congenial horrors, hail ! 1.5. And rouses up the seeds of dark disease, 1.60. Wild as the winds, across the howling'wasto Of mighty waters, 1. 165. The red-breast, sacred to the household gods. 1:246. The toils of law. /, Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave ! + . _ 1. 393. There studious let me sit. And hold high converse with the Mighty Dead; Sages of ancient time, as gods revered. /. 4^1. * of. Shakespeare : "The big i-puiia tears," etc., p. 286. t See Song of Solomon, 374 THOMSON. The simple joke that takes the shepherd's heart, Easily pleased ; the loud long laugh, sincere ; The kiss snatched hasty from the sidelong maid. The Seasons. Winter. 1. 623. For what his wisdom planned, and power enforced, More potent still, his great example showed. I. 986. Ah ! whither now are fled Those dreams of greatness? those unsolid Of happiness ? Those longings after fame ? Those restless cares? those busy, bustling days? Those gay- spent, festive nights? 1. 1033. These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. A Hymn. 1. 1. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. .1 S5. Majestic man, A secret world of wonders in thyself. I. 52. From seeming evil still educing good. And better theuce again, and better still. In infinite progression. /. jfi^. Come then, expressive Silence ! muse His praise. 1. 118. The world of waters wild. Britannia. I. Z/, Drunk with the dream Of easy conquest. 1. 70. Oh, Peace ! thou source and soul of social life, Beneath whose calm inspiring influence Science his view enlarges. Art refines. And swelling Commerce opens all his poi-ts. 7. 122. But on the sea be terrible, untamed. Unconquerable still. I. 178. It gathers ruin as it rolls along. I. 214. Behold her demi-gods, in senate met, All head to counsel, and all heart to act. Liberty. Fart 1, I 76. The slow-consenting Academic doubt. Fart 2, I. 240. Ne'er yet by Force was Freedom overcome. ;. 49J. Taught to submit, A harder lesson" that than to command. Fart 3, /. 150. Foes iu the forum in the field were friends, By social danger bound. /. 218. All the state-wielding magic of his tongue. I 468. The passing poor magnificenoe of kings. /. 5SS, Cleric Pride, Of reddening cheek, no contradiction bears. Fart 4, I. 63. Persecuting zeal . . . hell's fiercest fiend. /. 66, The faint opposing host For once, in yielding, their best victory found. 1. 1132. O mortal man ! who livest here by toil. Do not complain of this thy hard estate. The Castle of Indolence. Canto 1, st. 1. A Ustless climate made, where, sooth to say, No living wight could work, ne carfed even for play. ^ St. 2. A sable, silent, solemn forest stood. St. 5. A pleasing land of di'owsy-head it was. Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye. And of gay castles iu the clouds that pass. For ever flushing round a summer sky ; There eke the soft delights, that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures always hovered nigh ; But whate'er smacked of noyance or unrest Was far, far off expelled from this delicious nest. St. 6, Behold the merry minstrels of the mom. The swarming songsters of the careless grove. St. 10. They who are pleased themselves must always please. St. 15. But what is virtue but repose of mind ? St. 16. The best of men have ever loved repose ; They hate to mingle in the filthy fray, Where the soul sours, and gradual rancour grows, Embittered more from peevish day to day. St. 17. But sure it is of vanities most vain. To toil for what you here imtoilmg may obtain. St. 19. He ceased; but still their trembling ears retained The deep vibrations of his witching song. * St. 20. O fair undress, best dress 1 it checks no vein. But every flowiug limb in pleasure drowns. And heightens ease with grace. St. 26. Let each as likes him best his hours employ. St. 28. Placed far amid the melancholy main. St. SO. When nothing is enjoyed, can there be greater waste ? . gt. 49. • Sea Pope (p. 266) : " He ceased : but left sq chariaing on their eai," etc. THOMSON— THOREAU. 375 " A penny saved is a penny got ; " Firm to tiiis scoundrel maxim keepeth he. The Castle of Indolence. Canto 1, St. 50. The puzzling sous of Party next appeared, In dark cahals and nightly juntos met. St. 54. Ten thousand great ideas filled his mind ; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind. St. 59. And sure his Hnen was not very clean. St. 61. Certes, he was a most engaging wight, Of social glee, and wit humane though keen, Turning the night to day, and day to night. St. 63. But not even pleasure to excess is good : What most elates then sinks the soul as low. lb. Serene, yet warm ; humane, yet firm his mind ; As little touched as any man*s with bad. St. 65. X bard here dwelt, more fat than bard St. 88. Poured forth his unpremeditated strain.* A little, round, fat, oily man of God. St. 69. Their only labour was to kill the time ; And labour dire it is, and weary woe. St. 72. For sometimes she would laugh, and some- times cry, Then sudden waxed wroth, and all she knew not why. St. 78. They praised are alone, and starve right mernly. Canto 2, at. 2. 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 brighten- ing &ce ; 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, nought can me bereave. St. 3. Bragging the lazy, languid line along, Fond to begin, but stUftofinish loth. St. 4. He knew uo beverage but the flowing stream. St. 7. Full of great aims and bent on bold emprize. St.U. Fair Queen of arts ! from Heaven itself who came. (Agriculture.) St. 19. * Tbis line is stated to be " writ by a ffiend of the Author." For sluggard's brow the laurel never grows ; Benowu is not the child of indolent repose. St. BO. And taunts he casten forth most bitterly. St. 80. How the heart listened when he pleading spoke ! While on the erdightened mind, with winning art, His gentle reason so persuasive stole. That the charmed hearer thought it was his own. To the Memory of the Lord Talbot. And wit its honey lent, without the sting. a. For nothing human foreign was to him. /A.+ As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is severed from the heart. On the Death of Mr. Aikman. Trust me, the tender are the most severe. To the Rev. Mr. Murdoch, 'Tis the great birthright of mankind to die. Epitaph on Miss Stanley. Who has not known ill fortune, never knew Himself or his own virtue. Alfred. Act 1, 1. When Britain first at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main. This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain ; *' Rule, Britannia ! rule the waves ; Britons never will be slaves." Mask of Alft?ed.:t True love and friendship are the same. Song. Sard is the Fate. For ever, Fortune ! wilt thou prove An imrelenting foe to love ? Song. For ever, Fortune, You teach us pleasing pangs to know. To languish in luxurious woe. A Nuptial Bong. I have for love a thousand thousand reasons. Masslnissa. O, Sophonisba, Sophonisba, O !^ Sophonlsba. HENRY D. THOREAU (born c. 1800). It takes two to speak the truth — one to speak, and another to hear. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack , Rivers, p. 28S. t Translation of the Latin; "Humani riihil a me alienum puto," q.v. ; Tliis masque was written jointly by Tliomsoii and David ,Mallet, and the authorsliip of " Rule Britannia" is disputed and has not been satisfactorily settled. Southcy describes " Rule Britannia" as "the political liymn of tliis country as long as she maintains lier political power." § This (says Dr. Johnson) gave occasion to a waggish parody: "O, Jemmy Thomson, Jemmy Thomson, O I " 376 THRALB-TRENCH. I lay myself out to exaggerate. Letter to a Friend. Not that the story need be long, but it will take a long while to make it short. lb. As for doing good, that is one of the pro- fessions that are full. Walden. Economy. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. Solitude. Why will men worry themselves so ? Brute Neighbours. [Mrs.] THRALE (&e PIOZZI). EDWD. THURLOW (Lord Thurlow) (1732-1806). The accident of an accident. Speech in Reply to Grafton. When I forget my sovereign may my God f oi'get me ! 27 Pari. Hist. 6S ; 1789. THOMAS TICKELL (1686-1740). Just men by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led the way to Heaven. Epitaph. To the Earl of Warwick on the Death of Mr. Addison. Ne'er to these chambers, where the mighty rest, Since their foundation, came a nobler guest ; Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. Ih. There taught us how to live ; and (oh ! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to ilie. lb. I hear a voice you cannot hear. Which says I must not stay ; I see a hand you cannot see. Which beckons me away. Lucy and Colin. St. 7. Though gi-ieved I speak it, let the truth appear. An Epistle to a Lady in England. The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady, with a Present of Flowers. I JOHN TOBIN (1770-1804). The man that lays his hand upon a woman. Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch. Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward. , The Honeymoon. Act H, 1. [Rev.] JOHN HORNE TOOKE (1736-1812). Truth is that which a man troweth. Diversions ot Purley, [Rev.] AUGUSTUS M. TOPLADV (1740-1778). Eock of Ages, cleft for me.* A Living and Dying Prayer. CYRIL TOURNEUR (17»h Century). A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. Revenger's Tragedy. Were 't not for gold and women, there would be no damnation. Act S, 1. He that climbs highest has the greatest fall. Act 5. Most women have small waists the world throughout. But their desii'es are thousand miles about. U. [Rev.] JOSEPH TRAPP (1679-1747). The king, observing with judicious eyes, The state of both his universities. To one he sent a regiment, for why ? That learned body wanted loyalty ; To the other he sent books, as well discerning, How much that loyal body wanted learning. Epigram. On George I.'s Donation of Bishop Ely^s Library to Cambridge University. f RICHARD CHEVENIX TRENCH, D.D. (Archbishop of Dublin) (1807- 1886). Evil, like a rolling stone upon a mountain- top, A child may first impel, a giant cannot stop. Poems. Thou cam'st not to thy place by accident ; It is the very place God meant for thee. Sonnet. You cannot cleanse your heart with tears. The Story of Justin Miirtyr. 1. 132. * See m.-irginal note to Isaiah 20, 4, where tlie words "everlasting strength" are stated to bs, in the Hebrew, "rock of ages." t Ajiother veraion is as follows : " Our gracious monarch viewed with equal eye The wants of either university ; Troops he to Oxford sent, well knowing why, That learned body wanted loyalty ; But books to Cambridge sent, as well discerning That that right loyal body wanted learning." Another version (which has been attributed ti Thos. Warton, sen.. Professor of Poctiy at Oxford) nins ; " Our royal master saw with heedful eyes The state of his two universities ; To one he sends a regiment, for why! That learned body wanted loyalty. To the other books he gave, as well discerning. How much that loyal body wanted learning." For reply to this epigram, see Sir William Bbowne (p. 26). TROLLOPE— TUPPER. 377 Yet do not sweetest things here soonest cloy? Satiety the life of joy would kill, If sweet with bitter, pleasure with annoy, Were not attempered still. The Honk and the Bird. St. W. When God is to be served, the cost we weigh In anxious balance, judging the expense. Sonnet. ANTHONY TROLLOPE (1815-1882). Its dogged as does it. It ain't thinking about it. Last Chronicles of Barset. Vol. 1, p. 201. JOHN TRUMBULL (1750-1831). For any man with half an eye WTiat stands before him may espy ; But optics sharp it needs I ween, To see what is not to be seen. HcFingal. What has posterity done for ns, That we, lest they their rights should lose. Should trust our necks to gripe of noose ? lb. No man e'er felt the halter draw, With good opinion of the law. lb. HENRY THEODORE TUCKERM AN (1813-1875). The Grecian artist gleaned from many faces. And in a perfect whole the parts combined. Mary. [Sir] SAMUEL TUKE (1610-1673). Friendship's an empty name, made to deceive Those whose good nature teinpts them to believe : There's no such thing on earth ; the best that we Can hope for here is faint neutrality. Adventures of Five Hours. (Translated from the Spanish of Calderon.) Act 1. Fame, like water, bears up the lighter things. And lets the weighty sink. Act 2. The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell. Act 5. He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the ciUTent of a woman's will. I/}. MARTIN FARQUHAR TUPPER, D.C.L. (1810-1889). Thoughts, that have tarried in my mind, and peopled its inner chambers. Proverbial Philosophy. Tint Series, Frefatorij. . Error is a hardy plant ; it flourisheth in every soil. Of Truth in Tilings False. Knowledge hath clipped the lightning's wings, and mewed it up for. a purpose. Of Hidden Vses. There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundless. Of Compensation^. Storehouse of the mind, gamer of facts ' and fancies. Of Memory. The best of human governments is the patriarchal rule. Of Subjection. Render unto all men their due, but remember thou art also a man. Of Hii/mility, Youth is confident, manhood wary, and old age confident again. Of Experience. The marrow of tlie matter. lb. Left her his all-^Ms blessing and a name unstained. Of Estimating Character. A stranger among strange facfes. lb. Patient continuance in evil. lb. Religion hath no landmarks. lb. None is altogether evil. lb. Anger is a noble infirmity. Of Hatred and Anger. Deceit and treachery skulk with liatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger. lb. Wait, thou child of hope, for time shall teach thee all things. Of Good in Things Evil. Clamorous pauperism feasteth, While honest labour, pining, hideth his sharp ribs. Of discretion. Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. lb. The dangerous bar in the harbour's mouth is only grains of sand. Of Trifles. Few, but full of understanding, are the books of the library of God. Of Recreation. It is well to lie fallow for a while. lb. Reason refuseth its homage to a God who can be fully understood. Of a Trinity. A good book is the best of friends, the same to-day and for ever. Of Reading. Let not the conceit of intellect hinder thee from worshipping mystery. lb. Praise is rebuke to the man whose conscience alloweth it not. Of Commendation. Nothing but may be better, and every better might be best. lb. Well said the wisdom of earth, mortal, know thyself ; But better the wisdom of heaven, man, learn thou thy God. Of Self-Acquain tance, A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love. Of Education. 378 TUBBERVILE— TUSSER. The faults and follies of most men make their deaths a f^aiii : But thou art also a man, full of faults and follies. Proverbial Philosophy. First Senes. Of Tolerance. God will not love thee less, because men love thee more. lb. Alas, the world is old, — and all things old within it. I walk a trodden path, I lova the good old ways. Second Series, Introdiiotory. Few men, drinking at a rivulet, stop to consider its source. Of Gifts. Who can wrestle against Sleep? — yet is that giant very gentleness. Of Beauty. God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he doetb. Of Immortality . Yet is this the pleasing trickery, that cheateth half the world. (Beauty.) lb. Things breed thoughts. Of Things. Alas, I have loved pride and praise, like others worse or worthier. The End. GEORGE TURBERVILE (c. 1530- 1600). Eschew the idle life. Flee, flee from doing nought : For never was there idle brain But bred an idle thought. The Lover to Cupid for Mercy. I. 109. Trust not before you try For under cloak of great good-will Doth feignM friendship lie. To Brown. Of Light Belief. I. 1. The lowly heart doth win the love of all. To Plero. Of Fride. THOMAS TUSSER (1523 T -1680). Time trieth the tn)th in everything. Hundred Points of Good Husbandry (1557) and Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry (1S73). The Author's Epistle. God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the ■ meat. Good Stmbandly Lessons. A fool and his money be soon at debate. lb. Make hunger thy sauce as a medicine for health. Jb. Fear God, and offend not the Prince nor his laws. And keep thyself out of the magistrate's claws. lb. {Ed. 1580.) The stone that is rolhng can gather no moss ; Who often removeth is sure of a loss. lb. At Christmas play and make good cheer. For Christmas comes but once a yeai\ The Farmer's I)ttHy Diet, Yet true it is as cow chews cud, And trees at spring do yield forth bud, Except wind stands as never it stood It is an ill wind turns none to good. A Description of the Properties of Winds, {Ed. 1580.) Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing.* Few lend (but fools) • Their working tools. September's Abstract. In doing of either let wit beare a stroke For buying or selling of pig in a poke. Septetnber's Musbandry. The timely buyer Hath cheaper his fire. January's Abstract, What greater crime Than loss of time ? /*. Who quick be to borrow, and slow be to pay. Their credit is naught, go they never so gay. All's fish they get That Cometh to net. February's Abstract. February, fill the dyke With what thou dost like.t Febrtiary's Husbandry. March dust to be sold Woi'th ransom of gold. March's Husbandry, Such Mistress, such If an, Such Master, such Man. April's Abstract. Such master, such man, and such mistress such maid ; Such husband and housewife, such houses arrayed. April's Husbandry, Cold May and windy. Bam filleth up finely. May's Husbandry. Pay justly thy tithes, whatsoever thou be, That God may in blessing send foisonj to thee ; Though Vicar{ be bad, or the Parson as evil, Go not for thy tithing thyself to the Devil. lb. 'Tis meny in hall Whenbeaidswagall.il August's Abstract. Some come, some go ; This life is so. lb. Dry August and warm Doth Harvest no haam. August's Husbandry, If weather be fair and tidy thy grain. Make speedy carriage, for fear ol rain : For tempest and showei'S deceiveth a many, And lingering lubbers lose many a penny. lb. * These two lines are also given in " June's Abstract." t 1577 Edition has "With what ye like." 1 Foison = abundance. § In the 1577 Edition, " Curate." [] In 1577 Edition, " fiet beards wag all," TWAIN- VAUGHAN. 379 In harvest time, harvest folk, servants and all, Should make altogether good cheer in the hall. FointB of Good Husbandry. Atiffiist's Husbmidii/. The fields have eyes, the bushes ears, False birds can feteh the wind. To light a Candle before the Devil. If truth were truly bolted out, As touching thrift, I stand in doubt If men were best to wive. Dialogiie of Wiving and Thriving, Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go. lb. Some respite to husbands the weather may send, But housewives aSaus have never an end. Freface to the Uook of Houaeicifenj. Seek home for rest, For home is best. Instnictions to Boxiaewifery. Though home be but homely, yet housewife is taught That home hath no fellow to such as have aught. lb. By once or twice, 'Tis time to be wise. Housewifely Adtnonitions. The stone that is rolling can gather no moss ; For master and servant oft changing is loss. lb. Safe bind, safe find.- Washing. Enough is a plenty, too much is a pride. Dinner Matters. Children were better unborn than untaught. The Good Motherly Nurserie. Take this in good part, whatsoever thou be. And wish me no worse than I wish unto thee. Think on the Poor. What better fare than well content ? Fosies for thine oiini Bed Chamber, What better ^bed than conscience good, to pass the night with sleep 1 What better work than daily care fro' sin thyself to keep ? What better thought than think on God, and daily him to serve ? What better gift than to the jjoor that ready be to sterve ? lb. When all is done, learn this^ my son. Not friend, nor skill, nor wit at will, Nor ship, nor clod, but only God Doth all in all. The Author's Life, MARK TWAIN (See- S. L. CLEMENS). THOMAS TYERS (1726-1787). Mem. — To think more of the living and less of the d, note. 384 WATSON. And the niggai'dliess bi Nature makes the misery of man. Ireland. Dec. 1, 1890. Another truising of the hapless head Of a wronged people yearning to be free. Ver Tenebrosum. ^. Sashecti. Give honour to our heroes fall'n, how ill Soe'er the cause that hade them forth to die. The ^English Dead. Best they honour thee Who honour in thee only what is best. 6. The True Fatriotism. Just pride is no mean factor in a State ; The sense of greatness keeps a nation great. Remote compatriots, wheresoo'er ye dwell, By your prompt voices, ringing clear and true, We know that with our England all is well : Young is she yet, her world-task but begun ! By you we know her safe, and know by you Her veins are million but her heart is one. 14. Last Word : To the Colonies. Plucked by his hand, the basest weed Towers to a lily, reddens to a rose. Epigrams. Man looks at his own bliss, considers it, Weighs it with curious fingers; and 'tis gone. Jb. To keep in sight Perfection, and adore The vision, is the artist's best delight. lb. He was of those AVhom Delight flies because they give her chase. Syran, the Toluptitari/. His friends he loved. His fellest eai'thly foes — Cats— I believe he did but feign to hate. My hand will miss the insinuating nose. Mine eyes the tail that wagged contempt at Fate. AnHpitaph. Earth is less fragrant now, and heaven more sweet. A Maiden's Epitaph. Often ornateness Goes with greatness ; Oftener felicity Comes of simplicity. Art Maxima. The lovely and the lonely bride, Whom we have wedded but have never won. (Ireland.) Ode on Coronation Day of Edward YII. And though circuitous and obscure, The feet 6i Nemesis, how sure ! Europe at the P:ay. Ladies whose smile embroiled the world. The Father of the Forest. 1, st. 6. Not loftiest bard of mightiest mind Shall ever chant a note so pure. Till he can cast the earth behind, And breathe in heaven secure. The First Skylark of Spring. Too long, that some may rest, Tired m^ons toil unblest.* A New National Anthem. This hardest penal toil, reluctant rest.' To a Friend, For they are blest that have not much to rue — That have not oft misheard the prompter's cue. Stammered and stumbled, and the wrong parts played. And life a 'Tragedy of EiTors made. lb. But not for golden fancies iron truths make room. The Hope of the World. The loud impertinence of fame Not loth to flee. In Laleham Churchyard. St, S. And set his heart upon the goal. Not on the prize. St. 11. Great is the facile conqueror ; Tct happy he, who, wounded sore. Breathless, unhorsed, all covered o'er With blood and sweaty Sinks foiled, hut fighting evermore, — Is greater yet. St. H. When shall the world forget Thy glory and our debt ; Indomitable soul. Immortal Genoese ? Columbus. It was the Human Spiiit, of all men's souls the Soul, Man, the unwearied climber, that climbed to the imknown goal. The Dream of Man. I. 3. Pain with the thousand teeth. 1. 15. Sea, that breakest for ever, that breakest and never art broken. Hymn to the Sea. Part 2, 5. Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds. Part S, 8. When, upon orchard and lane, breaks the white foam of the Spring ; ■When, in extravagant revel, the Dawn, a Bacchante upleaping. Spills, on the tresses of Night, vintages golden and red ; When, as a token at parting, munificent Day, for remembrance. Gives, unto men that forget, Ophirs of fabulous ore. Part S, ik. Man and his littleness perish, erased like an error and cancelled ; Mau and his gi-eatnesa survive, lost in the greatness of God. Part 4, 17. And loved the land whose mountains and who* streams Are lovelier for his strain. To James Bromley. JFith " If'ordsworth's Grate." ' Ses Shelley (p, 829): " Many faint with toiI,"ic WATSON. 885 It may be that we can no longer share The faith which from his fathers he re- ceived ; It may be that onr doom is to despair Where he with joy believed. To James Bromley. With " Wordsworth's Grave." The God I know of, I shall ne'er Know, though he dwells exceeding nigh. Baise tiiou the stone and find me there. Cleave thou the wood and there am I.* Yea, in my flesh his spirit doth flow, Too near, too far, for me to know. The Unknown God. But by remembering God, say some, We keep our high imperial lot. Fortune, I fear, hath oftenest come When we forgot — when we forgot. li. Slight not the songsmith. England my Mother. Fart 1. Deemest thou labour Only is earnest ? . Grave is all beauty. Solemn is joy. Fart 4- Who hath found Another man so shod with fire, so crowned With thunder, and so armed with wrath divine? The Tired Lion. The gathering blackness of the frown of God. The Turk in Armenia (1895). He came when poets had forgot How rich and strange the human lot, How warm the tints of life ; how hot Are Love and Hate : And what makes Truth divine and what Makes Manhood great. The Tomb of Burns. Who die of having lived too much In their large hours. li. Singly he faced the bigot brood. The meanly wise, the feebly good ; He pelted them with pearl, with mud ; He fought them well, — But ah, the stupid million stood, And he,— he fell ! lb. His greatness, not his littleness, Ooncems mankind. lb. His delicate ears, and superfine long nose. With that last triumph, his distinguished tail. & Study in Contaasts. Fart 1, 1. 9. The flower of Collie aristocracy. I. 12. His trick of doing nothing with an air. His salon manners and society smile Were but skin deep. I. 17. • These two lines are from some "newly-dis- covered sayings of Jesns," — wliich appeared vather to be the echo ot an ancient pantheistical priental proverb. ■ ■ ' - * ■■: ZBa The staid, eonservative, Came-over-with-the-Conqueror type of mind. I. 4$. Shelley, the hectic, fiamelike rose of verse. All colour, and all odour, and all bloom. Steeped in the moonlight, glutted with the sun, But somewhat lacking root in homely earth. To Edwd. Dowden. I. 46. And rare is noble impulse, rare The impassioned aim. Shelley's Centenary. Empires dissolve, and peoples disappear. Song passes not away. Lacrimee Musarum. 1. 112. April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter ; Then, the moment after. Weep thy girlish tears ! Song. April, We are children of splendour and fame, Of shuddering, also, and teal's ; Magnificent out of the dust we came, And abject from the spheres. Ode In Hay. I think the immortal servants of mankind, Who, from their graves watch by how slow degrees The World-Soul greatens with the centuries, Mom-n most man's barren levity of mind. The ear to no grave harmonies inchned, The witleES thirst for false wit's worthless lees. The laugh mistimed in tragic presences. The eye to all majestic meanings blind. Sonnet. The votes of veering crowds are not The things that are more excellent. Things that are more Excellent. The stars of heaven are free because In amplitude of liberty Their joy is to obey the laws. St. 4- The thirst to know and understand, A large and liberal discontent ; These are the goods in life's rich hand, The things that are more excellent. St. 8. What hadst thou that could make such large amends For all thou hadst not, and thy peers Motion and fire, swift means to radiant ends? Thou hadst, for weary feet, the gift of rest. Wordsworth's Grave. Fart S, st. S. The impassioned argument was simple truth, Half wondering s^t its own melodious tongng. Fart 3, st, 4. 386 WATTS. [Rev] ISAAC WATTS, D.D. (1674- 1748). Curs'd pride, that creeps securely in, And swells a haughty worm. Sincere Praise. Let dogs delight to hark and hite, ■ For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight. For 'tis their nature too. Against Quarrelling. But children you should never let Your angry passions rise, Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. lo. How doth the little husy hee Improve each shining hour. And gather honey all the day From every opening flower ! Against Idleness. For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do.* ib. In books, or work, or healthful play. Let my first years be past. That I may give for every day Some good account at last. lb. Time, like an ever-rolling stream. Bears all its sous away. They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. God, our help in ages past. Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! Praise for Mercies. Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ! Ih. I!>. I would not change my native land For rich Peru with all her gold. Praise for Birth. There's no repentance in the grave. Solemn Thoughts. There is a dreadful hell. And everlasting pains ; Where sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains. Heaven and Hell. A flower when offered in the bud Is no vain sacrifice. Early Religion. But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that's true ; And he that does one fault at first, Aud lies to hide it, makes it two.f Against Lying. AVhatever brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home. Love. * jSea German Proverb: "Nichts thuu lehrt Uet)el tluin." t See George IJerberti " Dare to be true." Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. When others speak a railing word, We must not rail again. Against ScoBlng. And he's in danger of hell fire That calls his brother, fool. ib. One sickly sheep infects the ilock, And poisons all the rest. Against Evil Company. Let me be dressed fine as I will. Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still. ' Against Pride. What heavy guilt upon him lies ! How cursed is his name ! The ravens shall pick out his eyes. And eagles eat the same.J Obedience. I have been there, and still would go ; 'Tis like a little heaven below. Lord's Day Evening. 'Tis the voice of the sluggard, I heard him complain : "You have waked me too soon, I muse slumber again " ; As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed. Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. The Sluggard. That man's but a picture of what I might be. But thanks to my friends for their care in my breeding. Who taught me betimes to love working and reading. J*. Abroad in the meadows to see the young lambs Kun sporting about by the side of their dams; With fleeces so clean and so white. Innocent Play. But Thomas, aud William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs. Those lovely sweet innocent creatures. lb. How rude are the boys, that throw pebbles and mii'e ! lb. Why should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will ? Hands were made for honest labour, Not to plunder or to steal. The Thief. I'll not willingly offend, Nor be easily offended ; What's amiss I'll strive to mend. And endure what can't be mended. Good Kesolution. t Founded on Prov. 30, 17 : " The eye th.it mocketh at his father, aud despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it." WATTS-DUNTON— WEBSTER. 387 Hush ! my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessmgs without number Gently falling on thy head. Cradle Hymn. Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. Funeral Thought. Strange ! that a harp of thousand sti'iugs Should keep in tune so long. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book 2, 19. So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns ; And 'tis a poor relief we gain. To change the place, but keep the pain.. Book S, IM. Were I so tall to reach the pole. Or grasp the ocean in my span, I must be measured by my soul : ■The mind's the standaid of the man. Horse Lyrlcse. False Greatness. Eiches that the world bestows. She can take and I can lose : But the treasures that are mine Lie afar beyond her line. True Riches. His Maker kissed his soul away. And laid his flesh to rest. The Presence of God. I'll take a turn among the tombs, And see whereto all glory comes. The Hero's School. THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON (h. 1846?) Thus did England fight : And shall not England smite With Drake's strong stroke in battles yet to Christmas at the Mermaid. Chorm. t Whate'er the bans the wind may waft her England's true men are we and Pope's men after. When England Calls. Ben Jomon. Life still hath one romance that naught can. hnry — .» Not Time himself, who coffins Life's romances — For still will Christmas gild the year's mischances, If Childhood comes, as here, to make him merry. The Christmas Tree. Behold ye builders, demigods who made England's Walhalla.* The Silent Voices. No. 4. The Minster Spirits. To follow him, be true, be pure, be bravo, Thou needest not his lyre. Jfo. 5. * Westminster Abbey. What treasure found he? Chains and paius and sorrow — Yea, all the wealth those noble seekei'S find Whose footfalls mark the music of man- kind ! 'Twas his to lend a life: 'twas Man's to borrow : 'Twas his to make, but not to share, the morrow. Columbus, Life hath no joy like his who fights with Fate Shoulder to shoulder with a stricken friend. Midshipman Lanyon. On earth what hath the poet? An alien breath. Night holds the keys that ope the doors of Say. In a Graveyard. We looked o'er London, where men wither and choke, Eoofed ill, poor souls, renouncing stars and skies. ' A Talk on Waterloo Bridge. FREDK. E. WEATHERLEY (b. 1848). Where are the boys of the old Brigade, Who fought with us side by side ? The Old Brigade. Not in the Abbey proudly laid Find they a place or part ; The gallant boys of the old Brigade, They sleep in Old England's heai't. lb. For his heart is like the sea. Ever open, brave, and free. They all Love Jack. Why, Jack's the Mug of all. For they all love Jack. lb. 'Tis the broad and mighty sea That has made us strong and free, And will keep us what we are. Go to Sea. BYRON WEBBER (b. 19th Century). Hands across the sea, Feet on English ground. The old blood is bold blood, the wide world round. Hands Across the Sea. DANIEL WEBSTER (1782-1862). The past, at least, is secure. Speeches. On Foofa Mesohition. Liberty and Union, now and for ever, one and inseparable. lb. [The statement that] a National debt is a National blessiUg.f Jan. 26, 18S0. He touched the dead corpse of Public Credit and it sprung upon its feet. On Samilton, March 10, 1S31. t A statement repudiated by Webster. 388 WEBSTER— WHEWELL. JOHN WEBSTER (1590-1654). 'Tis just like a summer bird-cage in a garden ; the birds that are without despaii- to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption, for fear they shall nerer get out.* The White De¥il. Act 1, f . Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked too near, have neither heat nor light. The Duchess of Ilalfy. The friendless bodies of unburied men. lb. Death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exits. li. Labouring men Count the clock oftenest. Act S, %. Past sorrows, let us moderately lament them ; For those to come, seek wisely to prevent them. lb. ARTHUR WELLESLEY, First Duke of Wellington (1769-1852). Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won. Despatch, 1815. Uniforms are often masks (to hide cowards). Sayings attributed to the Duke of Wellington. The whole art of war consists in getting at what is on the other side of the hUI. lb. Habit is ten times nature. lb. Educate men without religion and you make them but clever devils. lb. "When my journal appears, many statues must come down. lb. [Rev.] CHARLES WESLEY (1708- 1788). Jesu, lover of my soul. Let me to Thy bosom fly ; While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. In Temptation. Hoses all that's fair adorn ; Eosy-fingered is the mom ; Eosy-armed the nymphs are seen ; Eosy-skinned is Beauty's queen. Translation of Anacreon. Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness. Sermon 92. On Dress. That execrable sum of all villainies com- monly called A Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1702. • Translation of Montaigne, Book 8, 6. See French Quotations; "lien advient ce qui so veoiJ aux cages," etc. See also Sir J. Davies: " Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been " etc. (p. 106). Hark, how all the welkin rings. Glory to the King of kings ! Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled ! t Christmas Hymm [Rev.] JOHN WESLEY (1703-1791). Passion and prejudice govern the world ; only under the name of reason. Letter. To Joseph Benson, Oct. 5, 1770. [Rev.] SAMUEL WESLEY (1692- 1739). The poet's fate is here in emblem showii, He asked for bread, and'he received a stone. Epigrams. On Butler's Monument in Westminster Abbey. GILBERT WEST, LL.D. (1706-1756). Example is a lesson that all men can read. Education. Canto 1, st. 81, In the use, Not in the bare possession, lies the merit. Institution of the Garter. j^Sl. RICHARD WHATELY, Archbishop of Dublin (1787-1863). Preach not because you have to say some- thing, but because you have oDmething to say. Apothegms. Happiness is no laughing matter. lb. It is a folly to eipect men to do all that they may reasonably be expected to do. lb. Honesty is the best policy, but he who acts on that principle is not an honest man. Ih. Slumbers sweet thy mercy send vis, Holy dreams and hopes attend us, This livelong night. Evening Hymn. It is one thing to wish to have truth on our side, and another to wish sincerely to be on the side of truth.J Essays on Difficulties In the Writings of St. Paul — No. 1. On the Love of Truth. WILLIAM WHEWELL, D.D. (1794- 1866). And so no force, however great, Can strain a cord, however fine, Into a horizontal line That shall be absolutely straight. Said to be an accidental Instance of metre and poetry. t Tlie first two lines were altered in the hymns at the end of Tate and Brady's '* New Veraion of the Psalms," to: *'Hark the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born king." X " It is a dangerous grieving of the Spirit, when, instead of drawing ourselves to the Spirit, we will labonr to draw the Spirit to us."— Sibbis : "Fountain Sealed," WHITE-WHITTIER. 389 HENRY KIRKE WHITE (1785-1806). And yet I cannot toll thee why, I'm pleased and yet I'm sad. "I'm pleased and yet I'm sad." Preach to the storm, and reason with despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair. Lines on Reading Gapel LofFt's Preface to N. Bloomfleld's Poems. S. Yet, though thou fade, Fi'om thy dead leaves let fragrance rise ; And teach the maid That Goodness Time's rude hand defies. That Virtue lives when Beauty dies. Additional Stanza to Waller's " Go, lovely rose. " \¥hat is this passing scene ? A peevish April day ! A little sun — a little rain, And then night sweeps along the plain, And all things fade away. On Disappointment. PAUL WHITEHEAD (1710-1774). Why, praise is satire in these sinful days. Manners. Honour's a mistress all mankind pursue ; Yet most mistake the false one for the true : Lured by the trappings, dazzled by the paint, We worship oft the idol for the saint. Honour. WILLIAM WHITEHEAD (1715- 1785). Grief is the unhappy charter of our sex : The gods who gave us readier tears to sheu. Gave us more cause to shed them. Creusa. Shall stem ambition, rivalship of power, Subdue the soft humanity within us ? The Roman Father. Act 1, 1. Of jn old tale, which every schoolboy knows. * Prologue to " The Moman Il'athcr." Delay is cowardice, and doubt despair. Atys and Adrastus. • Betwixt two vices every virtue lies. On Ridicule. Wisdom alone is true ambition's aim. Wisdom the source of virtue, and of fame. Obtained with labour, for mankind em- ployed. And then, when most you share it, best enjoyed. On Nobility. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER (1807-1892). 0, woman wronged, can cherish hate More deep and dark than manhood may ! ^ Mogg Me gone, * "Every schoolboy." See " Macaulay's Scliool- boy" (Miscellaneous Qu-tations). Slowly she faded. Day by day Her step grew weaker in our hall. And fainter, at each even-fall, •Her sad voice died away. Ih. The hills are dearest which our childish feet Have climbed the earliest ; and the streams most sweet Are ever those at which our young lips drank. Bridal of Pennacook. G. At Fcnnacook. Falsehoods which we spurn to-day Were the truths of long ago. Calef in Boston. God's true priest is always free ; Free, the needed truth to speak. Eight the wronged, and raise the weak. The Curse of the Charter-Breakers. "Is this," I cried, " The end of prayer and preaching ? " Then down with pulpit, down with priest, And give us Nati^re's teaching ! " A Sabbath Scene. God's ways seem dark, but, soon or late, They touch the shining hills of day ; The evil cannot brook delay. The good can well afford to wait. Give ermined knaves their hoiir of crime ; Ye have the future grand and great. The safe appeal of Truth to Time ! Lines to Friends under Arrest for Treason, Happy must be the State Whose ruler heedeth more The murmurs of the poor Thau flatteries of the great. King Solomon and the Ants. Making their lives a prayer. On receiving a Basket of Sea Mosses. Press bravely onward ! S'ot in vain Your generous trust in human-kind ; The good which bloodshed could not gain Your peaceful zeal shall find. To the Reformers of England. For of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest are these : " It might have been." Ilaud Uuller. The awful beauty of self-sacrifice. Amy Wentworth, The stream is brightest at its spring. And blood is not like wine. li. O, rank is good, and gold is fair, And high and low mate ill ; But love has never known a law Beyond its own sweet will. Il>. Old customs, habits, superstitions, fears, All that lies buried under fifty years. The Countess. 390 WHITTIBR -WHYTE-MELVILLE. Tender as woman : manliness and meekness In bim were so allied That they who judged him by bis strength or weakness, Saw but a single side. In Remembrance of Joseph Sturge. And now he rests; his greatness and his sweetness No more shall seem at strife ; And death has moulded into calm com- pleteness The statue of his life. lb. Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good. Brown of Ossawotomle. He has done the work of a true man, — Crown him, honour him, love him. Weep over him, tears of woman. Stoop manliest brows above him. Lines on G. L. Smith, Ah, well ! — the world is discreet ; There are plenty to pause and wait ; But here was a man who set his feet Sometimes in advance of fate. lb. Suffice it that he never brought His conscience to the public mart ; But lived himself the truth he taught, White-souled, clean-handed, pure of heart. Sumner. The outworn rite, the old abuse. The pious fraud transparent grown. The Reformer. The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong. Mantle of St. John de Hatha. And beauty is its own excuse.* Dedication to Songs of Labour. There's life alone in duty done. And rest alone in striving. The Drovers. Freedom, hand in hand with labour, Walketh strong and brave. The Lumbermen. It sank from sight before it set. Snowbound. How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on ! Jb. A silent, shy, peace-loving man, He seemed no fiery partisan. The Tent on the Beach. The sweet voice into silence went, A silence \^hioh was almost pain. The Grave by the Lake. The sunshine seemed to bless, The air was a caress. Maids of Attitash. He owns her logic of the heart. And reason of unreason. Among the Hills. * Borrowed from Emerson's "Rliodora": "Then beauty is its own excnsefor being." Love scarce is love that never knows The sweetness of forgiving. lb. And man is hate, but God is love. Chapel of the Hermits. The cross, if rightly borne, shall be No burden, but support to thee.t The Cross. Forgive the poet, but his warning heed. And shame his poor word with your nobler deed. The Panorama. Some blamed him , some believed him good, — The truth lay doubtless 'twixt the two, — He reconciled as best he could Old faith and fancies new. My Namesake. And Nature compromised betwixt Good fellow and recluse. lb. He worshipped as his fathers did. And kept the faith of childish days. And, howsoe'er he strayed or slid, He loved the good old ways. lb. From the death of the old the new proceeds. And the life of truth from the rot of creeds. The Preacher. Better heresy of doctrine, than heresy of heart. Mary Garvin. Ti'adition wears a. snowy beard, romance is always young. lb. Give fools their gold, and knaves their power ; Let fortune's bubbles rise and fall ; "Who sows a field, or trains a flower. Or plants a tree, is moi-e than all. Lines for the Agricultural Exhibition at Amesbury. One brave deed makes no hero. The Hero. Small leisure have the poor for grief. The Witch's Daughter. Others shall sing the song. Others shall right the wrong. Finish what I begin. And all I fail of win. My Triumph. GEORGE JOHN WHYTE-MEL- VILLE {1821-1878). When you sleep in your cloak there's no lodging to pay. Boots and Saddles. For everything created In the bounds of earth and sky, Hath such Jonging to be mated, It must couple or must die. Like to Like. Pleasure that most enchants us Seems the soonest done ; What is life with all it grants us, But a hunting run ? A Lay of the Ranston Bloodhonnds. + Translation of Thomas a Kempis, Book 2, 6 : "Si libent«r crncem portas, portaliit te." WILCOX-WILDE. S91 Ah ! tetter to love in the lowliest cot Thau pine in a palace alone. Chastelar. A rider unequalled— a sportsman complete, A rum one to follow, a bad one to beat. Hunting Song. A Rum One to Follow. C. WILCOX (1794-1827). 'Tis infamy to die and not be missed. The Sellgion of Taste. ELLA [WHEELER] WILCOX, nee Wheeler (b. 1855). Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone ; For this brave old earth must borrow its mirth, It has troubles enough of its own,* The Way of the World. No question is ever settled Until it is settled right. Settle the Question Right. The splendid discontent of God With Chaos, made the world. Discontent. And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs, f lb. Day's sweetest moments are at dawn. Dawn. Love lights more fire than hate extin- guishes. And men grow better as the world gi'ows old. Optimism. Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. Distrust. OSCAR FINGALL O'FLAHERTIE WILDE (1856-1900). A man can't be too careful in the choice of his enemies. The Picture of Dorian Oray. Chap. 1. The worst of having, a romance is that it leaves one so unromantic. lb. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Chap. %. He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing. lb. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. lb. He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. Gimp. 3. There are only two kinds of women the- plain and the coloured. lb. A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can you want ? Chap. 4- ' The first two lines are also claimed by Colonel J. A. Joyce. t See Oscar Wilda (p. 392): " Disooatent is the first step," etc. Anybody can be good in the country. Chap, is: Beath is tlie only thing that ever terrifies me. I hate it. One can survive everything nowadays except that. It is always the unreadable that occurs. Intentions. The Decay of Lying, Sunsets are quite old-fashioned. They, belong to the time when Turner was the last note in art. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. lb. He [Browning] used poetry as a medium for writing in prose. The Critio as Artist. Tart 1^ They [Shakespeare's works] were built out of music. lb. The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees absolutely nothing at all. , Part^.. A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. Tb,. Ah ! don't say that you agree with me. When people agree with me I always feel that I must be wrong.J lb. As long as war is regarded as wicked it will always have its fascinations. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular. lb. There is no sin but stupidity. lb. To be intelligible is to be found out. Lady Windermere's Fan. Act 1, There is notliing in the whole world s6 unbecoming to a woman as a nonconformist conscience. ■ Aet f: Whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be wrong. J lb, Cecil Graham. What is a cynic ? Lord Darlington. A man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing. Act 3. Dwmby. Experience is a. name everyone gives to their mistakes. Ge&il Graham. One shouldn't commit any. Dumb, them. Mrs. Allonbij. They say. Lady Hun- stanton, that when good Americans die they go to Paris.§ Lady'StmstOfnton. Indeed? And when bad Americans die, where do they go to ? Lord niingworth. Oh, they go to America. A Woman of no Importance. Act 1. t Pounded on the saying of Phocion. (See Miscellaneous) § This spying is ascribed to Thomas Qpla Appleton. ' Life would be very dull without 392 WILDE— WINTHKOP. The youth of America is their oldest tradition. It has been going on now for three hundred years. Jl Woman of no Importance. Act. 1. One can survive everything nowadays except death.* U. Zord Illinffuiorih. The Book of Life hegius with a man and a woman in a garden. Mrs. Allonhy. It ends with Revelations. /*. Oh ! no one. No one in particular. A woman of no importance. Ih. The Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. Act 9. After a good dinner one can forgive any- body, even one's own relations. lb. Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation, t lb. Talk to every woman as if you loved her, and to every man as if he bored you. Act S. Gerald. I suppose Society is wonderfully delightful. Lord lUingworth. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy. lb. Gerald. There are many different kinds of women, aren't there ? lord Illingworth. Only two kinds in Society : the plain and the coloured.* lb. One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry. lb. When one is in love one begins to deceive oneself. And one ends by deceiving others. lb. You should study the Peerage, Gerald. ... It is the best thing in fiction the English have ever done. lb. She is very much interested in her own health. jrj_ In married life three is company and two none. The Importance of being Earnest. Comedy. Act 1. It [land] gives one position, and prevents one from keeping it up. 7J. AH women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That is his. jj_ I hope you have not been leading a double Me, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy. j^^t g_ A misanthrope I can understand — a womanthrope never. jf, * Also ill " Dorian Gray," see p. 891, t See p. 801, note. ■ On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure. lb. Questions are never indiscreet. Answers sometimes are. An Ideal Husband. Act 1. Pei-sonally, I have a great admiration for stupidity. Aet i. . Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself. Act S. Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground. De Profundis. [Mrs.] WILLARD. (19th Century). Calm and peaceful shall we sleep. Rocked in the cradle of the deep. Booked in the Cradle of the Deep. GEORGE WILKINS (17th Century). Women are in churches, saints ; abroad, angels , at home, devils. The Miseries of Enforced Marriage. Act 1. Drink makes men hungry, or it makes them lie. Act 2. SARAH WILLIAMS (" Saidie ") (19th Century). Can it be, O Christ in heaven, that the holiest suffer most. That the strongest wander furthest, and more hopelessly are lost ? THllight Hours. Is it so, Christ in Seaven ? St. S. The mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain. And the anguish of the singer marks the sweetness of the strain. lb. THOS. WILSON (Bishop of Sodor and Man) (1663-1765). It costs more to revenge injuries than to bear them. Maxims. SOS. WILMOT, Earl of Rochester. [See ROCHESTER.) ROBERT CHARLES WINTHROP (b. 1809). Our Country,— whether bounded by the St. John's and the Sabine, or however other- wise bounded or described, and be the measurements more or less; — still om- Country, to be cherished in all our hearts, to be defended by aU our hands ! Toast at Fanenii Hall. July 4, 1S45. A star for every state, and a state for every star. Address on Boston Common (1862). WITHER- WOODBRIDGE. 393 GEORGE WITHER (1588-1667). Thoughts too deep to be expressed, And too strong to be suppressed. Mistress of Philarete. So now is come our joyfuU'st feast ; Let every man be jolly ; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Christmas. Without the door let sorrow lie. lb. For Christmas comes but once a year, And then they shall be merry. /}. Hang sorrow, care will kill a oat. And therefore let's be merry. Ih. Shall 1, wasting iu despair. Die because a woman's fair ? The Shepherd's Resolution. If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be ? lb. If she slight me, when I woo, I can scorn and let her go. lb. For I win for no man's pleasiu'e Change a syllable or measure ; Pedants shall not tie my strains To om' antique poets' veins ; Being bom as free as these, I will sing as I shall please. The Shepherd's Hunting. And I oft have heard defended, Little said is soonest mended. //; Though he endeavour all he can, An ape will never be a man. First Lottery. Emblem I4. My cares will not be loug, I know which way to mend them ; I'll think who did the wrong. Sigh, break my heart, and end them. Sad Eyes, what do you ail 7 JOHN WOLCOT, M.D. (" PeUr Pindar") (1738-1819). Rare are the buttons of a Roman's breeches. In antiquarian eyes surpassing riches. Peter's Prophecy. A great deal, my dear liege, depends On having clever bards for friends. What had Achilles been without his Homer ? A tailor, woollen-draper, or a comber ! To George III. How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie ! And, without dying, O how sweet to die ! Epigram on Sleep. What rage for fame attends both great and small ! Better be d d than mentioned not at all ! To the Royal Academicians. Care to our cofSn adds a nail, no doubt ; And every grin, so merry, draws one out. Expostulatory Odes, IB. The greatest men May ask a foolish question, now and then. The Apple Dumpling and the King. A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down. Farewell Odes. S. I tliink this piece will help to boil thy pot.* The bard complimenteth Mr. West on his Lord Nelson (c. 1790). [Rev. J CHARLES WOLFE (1791- 1823). Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note. Burial of Sir John Moore. He lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. lb. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone. And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But Uttle he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. lb. We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone. But we left him alone with his glory, lb. If I had thought thou could'st have died I might not weep for tliee ; But I forgot, when by thy side. That thou could'st mortal be. Song. If 1 had Thought. It never through my mind had passed That time could e'er be o'er, — And I on thee should look my last. And thou should'st smile no more. 11 Go, forget me — why should sorrow O'er fliat brow a shadow fling ? Go, forget me — and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile, though I shall not be near thee ; Sing — though I shall never hear thee. Go, Forget me. [Rev.] BENJAMIN WOODBRIDGE, Chaplaia to Charles II. (17th Cen- tury). O what a monument of glorious worth, When in a new edition he comes forth, Without erratas, may we think he'll be In leaves and covers of eternity ! t Lines on Jolm Cotton (1632). • An early instance, if not the origin, of the term "pot-boiler." t See Franklin; "Epitaph on liimsclf." Also Rev. Jos. Capen : "Lines upon Mr. John Foster." 394 WORDSWOKTH, WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1770- 1850). My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky. My Heart Leaps up. The child is father of the man ; * And I could wish my days and years to be Bound each to each by natural piety. lb. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wild moor— The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! Lucy Gray. A simjjle child, Tliat lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? We are Seven. dearest, dearest boy ! my heart For better lore would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn. Anecdote for Fathers. The dew Was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; 1 heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature, diiuk ! " The Pet Lamb. She gave me eyes, she gave me eai-s ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy. The Sparrow's Nest. Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now. To a Butterfly. A noticeable man with large grey eyes. Stanzas written in Thomson's " Castle of Indolence." Glasses he had, that little things display. The beetle panoplied in gems and gold, A mailed angel on a battle day ; The mysteries that cups of flowers infold, And all the gorgeous sights which fairies do behold. lb. 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. lb. But she is in her grave, and oh ! The difference to me ! lb. I travelled among unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England ! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. I travelled among unknown men. ' See Milton (p. 219) : "The cliiUUiooa shows the man,'' Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive. Yes 1 thou art fair. A Briton, even in love, should be A subject, not a slave ! Ere with cold beads of midnight dew. Let other bards of angels sing. Bright suns without a spot : But thou art no such perfect thing : Rejoice that thou art not ! To • Years to a mother bring distress ; But do not make her love the less. The Affliction of Margaret. And as her mind grew worse and worse. Her body it grew better. The Idiot Boy. I was yet a boy Careless of books, yet having felt the power Of nature. Michael. A pleasurable feeling of blind love. The pleasure which there is in life itself. Jb. Something between_a hindrance and a heln lb. Feelings and emanations— things which were Light to the sun, and music to the wind. lb. Thou art indeed by many a claim The poet's darling. To the Daisy (1802). The homely sympathy that heeds The common life, our nature breeds ; A wisdomi fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure. lb. An instinct call it, a blind sense ; A happy, genial influence , Coming one knows not how, nor whence. Nor whither going. lb. There's a ilower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little celandine. To the Small Celandine. Sighed to think I read a book. Only read, perhaps, by me. To the Same Flower. Like— but oh ! how different ! The Mountain Echo. Disasters, do the best we can, Will reach both great and small ; And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all. The Oak and the Broom. But he is risen, a later stai- of dawn, Glittering and twinkling near yon rosy cloud ; Bright gem, instinct with music, vocal spark ; The happiest bird that sprang out of the ark ! A Horning Exercise. The bird whom mau loves best. The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English robin. The Redbreast Chasing the Butterfly. WORDSWORTH. 395 Thou unassuming commonplace Of nature. To the Daisy (180S). Oft on the dappled turf at ease I sit, and play with similes. lb. blithe new-comer ! I have heard, 1 hear thee and rejoice. Cuckoo ! Shall I call thee bird, Oi but a wandering voice ? To the Cnokoo. There is a spirit in the woods. Nutting. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. lb. She was a phantom of deUght When first she gleamed upon my sight. She was a phantom of delight. A dancing shape, an image gay^ To haunt, to startle, and waylay. lb. A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free. And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet ^ Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creatui'e not too bright or good For human nature's daily food. lb. A perfect woman, nobly planned, To wai'n, to comfort, and command. a. Then nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This child I to myself will take , She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own." Three years she grew. The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend. lb. And beauty bom of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. lb. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell. lb. Boiled round in earth's diumai course With rocks and stones and trees ! A slnmbev did my spirit seal. And then my heart with pleasure fills. And dances with the daffodils. I wandered lonely as a cloud. That inward eye, Which is the bliss of solitude. lb. The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Written In March. A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. And such impetuous blood. Buth. The past unsighed for, and the future 'Sure. tiaodamla. An ampler ether, a diviner arr. And fields invested in purpureal gleams, lb. Leam by a mortal yearning to ascend Towards a higher objeet. lb. Yet tears to human suffering are due. lb. As high as we have mounted in delight. In our dejection do we sink as low. Resolution and Independence. 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 ataU? /*. Genial faith, still rich in genial good. lb. 1 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. li. We poets in our youth begin in gladness ; But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness. lb. The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs. • lb. Choice word, and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men. A stately speech ; Such as grave livers do in Scotland use. lb. " A jolly place," said he, " in times of old. But something ails it now ; the spot is cursed." Hart-leap Well. Fart g. You might as well Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. lb. Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. lb. Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills ; The silence that i? in the starry sky. The sleep that is amon" the lonely hills. Song at the Feast of Brougham,Castle. Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. lb. Ethereal minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! To a Skylark. Type of the wise who soar, but never roam ; True to the kindred points of heaven and home ! lb. Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive. But to be young was very heaven ! French Revolution. The very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where in the end We find our happiness, or not at all ! lb. That best portion of a good man's life. His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love. Tlntern Abbey. 396 WORDSWORTH We are laid asleep In body, "and become a living soul : "While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, Wo see into the life of things. Tintern Abbey, The fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world. lb. I have learned , To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing often . times The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor giuting, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. lb. Nature never did betray The heart that loved her. lb. Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life. lb. There's something in a flying horse, There's something in a huge balloon. Peter Bell. Prologue. The Pleiads, that appear to kiss Each other in the vast abyss. lb. Back to earth, the dear green earth. lb. Look, where clothed in biightest green Is a sweet isle, of isles the queen ; Ye fairies, from all evil keep her ! lb. The common growth of Mother Earth Suffices me — ^her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mii'th and tears. lb Full twenty times was Peter feared. For once that Peter was respected. Part 1. He travelled here, he travelled there ; But not the value of a hair Was head or heaM the better. lb. A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him. And it was nothing more. 74. Through water, earth, and air. The soul of happy sound was spread. lb. The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart, — he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky ! Ih. As if the moving time had been A thing as steadfast as the scene On which they gazed themselves away, lb. Upon the pivot of his skull Turns round his long left oar. Ih. He looks, he cannot choose but look. lb. The weight of too much liberty. IIlsoellaneouB Sonnets. Nuns fret not. The very flowers are sacred to the poor. Admonition. The weight of sadness was in wonder lost. Beloved Vale. The immortal spirit of one happy day. There is a little unpretending rill. Lifted on the breeze Of harmony, beyond all earthly care. The fairest, brightest hues. Sun, moon, and stars, all struggle in the toils Of mortal sympathy. TThy, Minstrel. A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by. To Sleep. I surely not a man ungently made. lb. Still last to come where thou art wanted most. lb. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love. That kills the soul : love betters what is best. Even here below, but more in heaven above. From Michael Angelo. The holy lime is quiet as a nun. Breathless with adoration. It is a beauteous evening. The world is too much with us ; late and soon. Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. 'The world is too much with us. 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 ! li. To the solid ground Of nature trusts the mind that builds for aye. A volant THbe. I am not one who oft or much delight To season my fireside with personal talk. Pe)-sonal Talk. No. 1. Maidens withering on the stalk. lb. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pui'e and good. Ko. S. The gentle lady married to the Moor ; And heavenly Una with her milk-white lamb. lb. The poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays. lb. A cheerful life is what the Muses love, A soaring spirit is their prime delight. From the dark chambers. If there be a joy that slights the claim Of grateful memory, let that joy depart ! Fair prime of life. Soft fe the music that would charm for ever : The ilower of sweetest smell is shy and lowly. Not love, nor war. WOEDSWORTH. 397 The sure relief of prayer. HUcellaneous Sonnets. Composed during a Storiii. Content With one calm triumph of a modest pride. T/ie Shepherd, looking eastward. Duhappy nuns, whose common breath's a sigh Which they would stifle. With how sad steps. 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 ! Westminster Bridge. yet, ye spires of Oxford ! domes and towers ! Gardens, and groves! your presence over- powers The soberness of reason. Oxford. How Providence educeth, from the spring Of lawless will, unlooked-for streams of good. Which neither force shall check nor time abate. ' Henry VIII. Its twin notes inseparably paired. To the Cuckoo. As pensive evening deepens into night. To . May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn hie jacet ! Ellen Irwin. Thou wear'st upon thy forehead clear The freedom of a mountaineer. To a Highland Girl The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more. The Solitary Reaper. Sweet Mercy ! to the gates of Heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven ; The rueful conflict, the heart nven With vain endeavour. And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced for ever. Thougbts suggested on the Banks of the Nith. Ihe best of what we do and are. Just God, forgive. lb. The good old rule Sufiiceth them, the simple plan. That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can. Bob Roy's Grave. Of old things all are over old, Of good things none are good enough ; We'll show that we can help to frame A world of other stuff. lb. A famous man is Bobin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy. lb. The proud heart flashing through the eyes. The Eagle he was lord above, And Bob was lord below. n. Degenerate Douglas ! Oh, the unworthy lord! Sonnet. Composed at Castle. A brotherhood of venerable trees. lb. Yarrow Unvisitcd. The mazy Forth. Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow ; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake rioat double, swan and shadow ! lb. We have a vision of our own ; Ah ! why should we undo it ? lb. A day of shame For them whom precept and the pedantry Of cold mechanic battle do enslave. In the Pass of KilUecrankie. Oh, for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave ! Like conquest would the men of England see; And her foes find a like inglorious grave. lb. Who, though she bears Our mortal complement of years. Lives in the light of youthful glee. The Matron of Jedborough. A remnant of uneasy light. lb. There let a mystery of joy prevail. Fly, soipe kind spirit. Still tempering from the guilty forge Of vain conceit, an iron scourge ! The Brownie's Cell. Thou, Clyde, hast ever been Beneficent as strong. Composed at Corra Linn. The man of abject soul in vain Shall walk the Marathonian plain. 16. The freshness, the eternal youth. Of admiration sprung from i;ruth ; From beauty infinitely growing Upon a mind with love o'erflowing. On the Banks of the Bran. But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination. Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed. And pastoral melancholy. Yarrow Yisited. She who dwells with me, whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me. There is an eminence. 398 WORDSWORTH. That famous youth, full soon removed From earth, perhaps by Shakspeare's self approved, Fletcner*s associate, Jonson's friend beloved. Inscription In the Grounds of Coleorton. The intellect can raise From aiiy words alone, a pile that ne'er From a Seat at Coleorton. Faith sublimed to ecstasy. Not seldom, glad. I, with many a fear For my dear country, many heartfelt sighs, Among men who do not love her, linger here. Hear Calais. August, 1802, *Tis not in battles that from youth we train The governor who must be wise and good. Sonnet. Happy is he, who, cai-ing not for Pope, Consul, or King, can sound himself to know The destiny of man, and live in hope. Calais. August 15, 1802. Once did she hold the gorgeous East in fee. And was the safeguard of the West. Sonnet on the extinction oj the Venetian Republic. She was a maiden city, bright and free. lb. Men are we, and must grieve when even the shad^ Of that which once was great is passed away. Jb. Who, taking counsel of unbending truth, By one example hath set forth to all How they with dignity may stand ; or fall, If fall they must. Sonnet. The King of Sweden. Thou hast 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 groat allies ; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. To Toussalnt L'OuTerture. Thou art free. My country ! and 'tis joy enough and pride For one houi-'s perfect bliss, to tread the grass Of i. You have seen. Have acted, suffered, travelled far, observed With no incurious eye ; and books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age. lb. We Uve by admiration, hope, and love ; And even as these are well and wisely fixed. In dignity of being we ascend. lb. Pan himself, The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god ! Stately Edinburgh throned on crags. lb. A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipp'd shell ; To which in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely. Prom within were heard Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious imion with its native sea. Jb. One in whom persuasion and belief Had ripened into faith, and faith become A passionate intuition. lb. To tired limbs and over-busy thoughts Inviting sleep and soft forgetfulness. lb. If to be weak is to be wretched — miserable, As the lost angel by a human voice Hath mournfully pronounced.f Book 5. A light of duty shines on every day For all ; and yet how few are warmed or cheered ! lb. We Are that which we would contemplate from ^ar. lb. • "Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, Through words and things, a dim and peiilous way." —Wordsworth's "The Borderers" (written 1795-6, eighteen years before "The Excursion"), t See Milton, "Paradise lost," Book 1, 157 (p. 211). They whom death has hidden from our sight Ai'e worthiest of the mind's regard. lb. Life, I repeat, is energy of love, Divine or human. H. Spires whose "silent finger points to heaveu."t Booh 6. Innocence is strong. And an entire simplicity of mind, A thing most sacred in the eyes of Heaven. lb. Hail to the crown by Freedom shaped — to gird An English sovereign's brow! and to the throne Whereon he sits! whose deep foundations lie In veneiution and the people's love.§ lb. As if within his frame Two several souls alternately had lodged. Two sets of manners could the youth put on ! /*. The unconquerable pang of despised love. || lb. Some staid guardian of the public peace. Boole 7. Memories, images, aud precious thoughts That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. Wisdom married to immortal verse. If lb. A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident to-morrows. lb. A man of hope and forward-looking mind. lb. We see by the glad light And breathe the sweet air of futurity. And so we live, or else we have no life. Book 9. A clear sonorous voice, inaudible To the vast multitude. lb. The primal duties shine aloft like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless. Are scattered at the feet of man, like flowers. ib. In a deep pool, by happy chance we saw A two-fold image ; on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same ! Ib. The bosom- weight, your stubborn gift. That no philosophy can lift. Presentiments. Star-guided Contemplations. Ib. There's not a nook within this solemn pass, But were an apt confessional. The Trossachs, I X Coleridge : " The Friend," No. 14 (p. 88). § See Tennyson: "Broad based upon her people's will " (p. 860). II "The pangs of despised love." — "Hamlet" (p. 315). 1 "Married to immortal verse. —Milton, " L' Allegro " (p. 221). 40i WORDSWORTH— WOTTON. This modest oharm of not too muoh, Part seen, imagined part. To May. Small service is true service while it lasts. To a Child. — Written in her Album. The Daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dew-drop from the sun. Il>- 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 % the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of Poetry and Love. Sonnets Composed or Suggested during a Tour in Scotland. No. S7. Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the groiind if path there he or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies, Which he forhears again to look upon. No.^S. If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse. lb. Say not you love a roasted fowl. But you may love a screaming owl. And, if you can, the unwieldy toad. Losing and Liking. How fast has brother followed brother, Prom sunshine to the sunless land. Extempore Effusion upon the Death of Jas. Hogg. In what alone is ours, the living Now. Memorials of a Tour in Italy. No. 10. In his breast, the mighty Poet bore A Patriot's heart, warm vrith undying fire. No. 19. Thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. Lines added to the Ancient Mariner. And Ustens like a three-years' child. lb. And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.* Guilt and Sorrow. St. 41. 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. Vain is the glory of the sky, The beauty vain of field and grove, Unless, while with admiring eye "We gaze, we also leai'u to love. Poems of the Fancy, W. • Sec Hood (p. 107). " Near a whole city full. Home had she none." Scorn not the sonnet. Critic, you have frowned. Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart. Scorn not the Sonnet. But hushed be every thoughtthat springs From out the bitterness of things. Addressed to Sir G. H. B. They perish ; but the Intellectcan raise, ^ From airy words alone, a Pile that ne'er decays. Inscriptions. 4. — Ooleorton. Pride, Howe'er disguised in its own majesty. Is littleness. Lines left upon a Seat. I had been nourished by the sickly food Of popular applause. I now perceived That we are praised, only as men in us Do recognise some image of themselves, An abject counterpart of what they are. Or the empty thing that they would wish to Ije. The Borderers. Act 4. SIR HENRY WOTTON (1567-1639). Virtue is the roughest way. But proves at night a bed of dawn. On the Imprisonment of the Earl of Essex. How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armom- is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! The Character of a Happy Life. And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. lb. This man is freed from servile bands. Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands. And, having nothing, yet hath all. lb. He first deceased ; she for a little tried To live without him ; liked it not, and died. Upon the Death of Sir Albertas Morton's Wife. 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 sun t shall rise ? To his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia. An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth. Written In Mr. Christopher Flecliamore's AlDum. The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches. J Panegyric to King Charles. Hanging was the worst use man could be put to. A Parallel between Robert, late Earl of Essex, and George, late Duke of Buckingham. t Printed in some editions "moon." jWotton left directions that his epitaph was to state tliat he was the author of this sentence. WROTHER-YOUNG. 405 [Miss] WROTHER (c. 1820?). Hope tells a flattering tale, Delusive, vain, and hollow, Ah, let not Hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow.* The Universal Songster. Vol. S, p. 86. SIR THOMAS WYATT (1503-1542). Blame not my lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me. The Lover's Lute cannot be blamed. Fair words enough a man shall find. They be good cheap: they cost right nought ; t Their substance is but only wind Of Dissembling Words. And he that knoweth what ia what Saith he ft wretched that weens him so. Despair Counselleth the Deserted Love. Often change doth please a woman's mind. lb. Grin when he laughs that beareth all the sway. Frown when he frowns, and groan when he is pale. Of the Courtier's Life. For it is said by man expert That the eye is traitor of the heart. That the Eye Bewrayeth. I would it were not as I think ; I would I thought it were not. He Lamenteth that he had ever cause to doubt his Lady's Faith. The wakey nights. Complaint upon Love to Reason. Under this stone there lieth at rest A friendly man, a worthy knight ; Whose heart and mind was ever prest To_favour truth, to further right. Epitaph on Sir TEos. Gravener. WILLIAM WYCHERLEY (1640- 1715). My good name, which wa^ as white as a tulip. Love in a Wood. Act 4, 1- Temperance is the nurse of chastity. Act 3, S. Plain-dealing is a jewel. The Country Wife. Act 4, S. With faint praises one another damn.t The Plain Dealer (1677). Prologue. The spaniels of the world. Act 1, 1. * " Hope told a flattering tale That joy would .soon return Ah, naught my sighs avail For love is doomed to mourn.'' — Song, (Auonymousl. Air by Giovanni Palsiello (1741-1816). t .See Proverb : " Courtesy costs nothing." i See Pone, Prologue to Satires (1734). I weigh the man, not his title ; 'tis not the king's stamp can make the metal heavier or better.i lb. That litigious she pettifogger. lb. I wish I could make her agree with me in the church. Jb. My aversion, my aversion, my aversion of all aversions. Act 2, 1. He loves a lord. lb. Bluster, sputter, question, cavil; but be sure your argument be intricate enough to confound the court. Act $, 1. What easy, tame, sufEering, tr!»mpleJ things does that little god of talking cowards make of us ! Act 4, 1- [Rev.] EDWARD YOUNG, LL.D. (1684-1765). Fond man ! the vision of a moment made ! Dream of a dream, and shadow of a shade ! Paraphrase of Book of Job. 1. 187. Others are fond of Fame, but Fame of you. Love of Fame. Sat. 1, When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite. lb. The Ime of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Eeigns, more or less, and glows, in evory heart. lb. Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote. And think they grow immortal as they quote. lb. The man who builds and wants wherewith to pay Provides a home from which to run away. lb. The court affords Much food for satire ; — ^it abounds in lords. lb. None think the great unhappy, but the great. II lb. Splendid poverty. lb. For though he is a wit, he is no fool. Sal. 2. As in smooth oil the razor best is whet, So wit is Toy politeness sharpest set : Their want of edge from their offence is seen ; Both pain us least when exquisitely keen. lb. Where Nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal the mind. lb. But Fate ordains that dearest friends must part. lb- § See Bums : " The rank is but the guinea ^mp " (p. 47). II SeeRowe(p.,22C, note). 406 YOUNG. A fool at forty 13 a fool indeed. And what so foolish as the chase of fame ? Love of Fame. Sat. 2. O fruitful Britain! douhtless thou wast meant A nurse of fools, to stock the continent. Sat. S. But who in heat of blood was ever wise? lb. "What most we wish, with esise we fancy near. U- For who does nothing with a better grace ? Sat. 4. Britannia's daughters, much more/«t»' than nice. Sat. 5. Man's rich with little, were his judgment true; Nature is frugal, and her wants are few. lb. Good-breeding is the blossom of good-sense. lb. Whate'er she is, she'll not appear a saint. Sate. Some might suspect the nymph not over- good—' Nor would they be mistaken, if they should. lb. With skill she vibrates her eternal tongue, For ever most divinely in the wrong. lb. Think nought a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year. And trifles life. lb. Women were made to give our eyes delight ; A female sloven is an odious sight. lb. When most the world applauds you, most beware ; 'Tis often less a blessing, than a snare. Distrust mankind; with your own heart confer ; And dread even there to find a flatterer. lb. The happy only are the truly great. lb. But our invectives must despair success ; For, next to praise, she values nothing less. lb. Scandal's the sweetener of a. female feast. lb. 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' Sat. 7. How commentators each dark passage shun And hold their farthing candle to the Smi lb. Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep. The Complaint; or, Night Thoughts on Life,, Death, and Immortality, ifight 1. 1 Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence, how dead ! and darkness, how pro- found ! lb- Creation sleeps. 'Tis, as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. lb. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. lb. How poor, how rich, how abject, how august. How complicate, how wonderful, is man ! Oh what a miracle to man is man ! lb. Thought, busy thought ! too busy for my peace ! , lb. The selfish heart deserves the pain it feels. lb. How sad a sight is human happiness, To those whose thought can pierce beyond an hour ! Jb. Beware what Earth calls happiness ; beware All joys, but joys that never can expire. lb. Be wise to-day ; 'tis madness to defer. lb Procrastination is the thief of time. lb At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides hiis infamous delay. Pushes his prudent pui^pose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re -resolves; then dies the same. lb. All men think all men mortal, but them- selves, lb. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Night S. And what its * worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell. lb. Will toys amuse, when medicines cannot cure ? lb. Who does the best his circumstance allows. Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. lb. Time ivasted is existence, used is life. lb. We push Time from us, and we wish him back. lb. The spirit walks of every day deceased ; And smiles an angel, or a fury frowns. lb. O ye Lorenzos of our age ! who deem One moment unamused, a misery. Jb. ♦ A moment YOUNG 407 Each night we die, Each morn are bom anew : each day, a life ! The Complaint; or Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. Night g. Time flies, Death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens. Ih. for yesterdays to come ! lb. Who venerate themselves, the world despise. lb. "Tis greatly vrise to talk with our past hours; And ask them what report they bore fo Heaven, lb. how omnipotent is time ! lb. Whose yesterdays look backward with a smile. lb. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopened to the Sun. lb. All like the purchase; few the price vrill pay; And this makes friends such miracles below. lb. But since friends grow not thick on every bough, Nor every friend unrotten at the core. lb. A friend is worth all hazards we can run. lb. FrieitdsJiip's the wine of life. li. How blessings brighten as they take their flight ! lb. A death-bed's a detector of the heart. Sere tired diuimulation drops her mask. lb. Prom dreams, where thought in fancy'smaze runs mad. Night S. ! lost to virtue, lost to manly thought, Lost to the noble sallies of the soul ! Who think it solitude to be alone. lb. Woes cluster ; Bare are solitary woes ; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.* lb. Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! lb. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay. And if in death still lovely, lovelier there, Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love. lb. Scorn the proud man that is ashamed to weep. lb. And anguish, after rapture, how severe ! lb, * Shakespeare : " One woe doth tread upon another's heel," etc. (p. 31^. Lean not on Earth ; 'twill pierce thee to the heart; A broken reed at best ; but oft, a spear ; On its sharp point peace bleeds, and hope expires. • lb, Denied the charity of dust, to spread O'er dust. /*. Sacred is the dust Of this Heaven-laboured form, erect, di- vine ! This Heaven - assumed majestic robe of Earth. lb. Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings, but himself. That hideous sight, a naked human heart. lb. Each friend by fate snatched from us, is a plume Plucked from the wing of human vanity. Which makes us stoop from our aerial heights. lb. Shocking thought ! So shocking, they who wish, disawn it, too ; Disown from shame, what they from folly crave. lb. To climb life's worn, heavy wheel Which draws up nothing new.f ' lb. A languid, leaden, iteration reigns. And ever must, o'er those, whose joys are joys Of sight, smell, taste. lb. A truth it is, few doubt, but fewer trust, "He sins against this lite who slights the next." lb. Death is the crown of life. lb. Life is most enjoyed, When courted least; most worth, when disesteemed. lb. Vain is the world, but only to the vain. Ih. Death but entombs the body ; lite the soul. lb. Life is much flattered. Death is much traduced. H- Death, of all pain the period, not of j oy . lb. Were death denied, to live would not be life ; Were death denied, e'en fools Would wish to die. liight 4. Death gives us more than was in Eden lost. This king of terrors is the prince of peace. lb. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave ; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the liv^pg, not the dead. lb. i t See Cowper: " The' Garden," 189 (p. 99), 408 YOUNG, Man makes a death, which Natiu-e never made ; Then on the point of his own fancy falls ; And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. The Complaint ; or Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. Night 4. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst Wishing, that constant hectic of a fool. lb. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame? Earth's highest station ends in, ''Here he lies," And "dust to dust" concludes her nohlest song. I^' Man wants hut Kttle ; nor that little long.* lb. A God all mercy, is a God unjust. lb. Oh love of sold ! thou meanest of amours ! lb. Could angels envy, they had envied here. lb. A truth so strange ! 'twere bold to think it true ; If not far bolder still to disbelieve ! lb. Angels are men of a superior kind ; Angels are men in lighter habit clad. lb. Eternity, too short to speak thy praise. lb. 'Tis impious in a good man to be sad. lb. Eead Nature ; Nature is a friend to truth ; Nature is Christian ; preaches to mankind ; And bids dead matter aid us in our creed. n. And then, exulting in their taper, cry, "Behold the Sun;" and, Indian - like, adore.t lb. A Christian is the highest style of man. lb. How swift the shuttle flies, that weaves thy shroud 1 Where is the fable of thy former years ? lb. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. lb. And thy dark pencil, midnight I darker still In melancholy dipt, embrowns the whole. Night 5. Darkness the curtain drops o'er life's dull scene, 'Tis the kind hand of Providence stretched out 'Twixt man and vanity. lb. By night an atheist half-believes a God. lb. ^ See Goldsmith: "Man wants but little" (p. HT). t See Crabbe: "And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun " (p. 108), What are we? How unequal! Now we soar, And now we sink. lb. Emerging from the shadows of the grave. How wretched is the man who never mourned ! ^*' " Oh let me die his death! " all Nature cries. "Then live his life.'*— All Nature falters there. ^• Less base the fear of death than fear of Ufe. Britain, infamous for suicide ! lb- Our funeral tears from different causes rise. lb. Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew. She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to Heaven.J ^b. We see Time's furrows on another's brow. And Death entrenched, preparing his assault. How few themselves m that just mirror see ! ^b. Like oiir shadows, Our wishes lengthen, as our sim declines, lb. And gently slope our passage to the grave. lb. While man is growing life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. lb. Sinking in virtue, as you rise in fame. lb. That life is long vrhich answers life's great end. lb. The man of wisdom is the man of years. lb. Not simple conquest, triumph is his aim. lb. Sure as night follows day, Death- treads in pleasure's footsteps round the world. When pleasure treads the paths which reason shuns. When, against reason, riot shuts the door. lb. Soon, not surprising, Death his visit paid. Her thought went forth to meet him on his way. lb. Yet peace begins just where ambition ends. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.§ ib. Nothing is dead, but that which wished to die; Nothing is dead, but wretchedness and pain. Night 6. Fear shakes the pencil ; Fancy loves excess ; Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades : And these the formidable picture draw. lb. X See Dryden (pp. 124 and 125). § See Quarlcs (p. 261) :— " Death aims with fouler sjiite, At fairer marks," YOUNG. 409 A genias tright, and base, Of towering talents, and teiTestrial aims. The Complaint ; or Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. NigJit 6. Plain sense but rarely leads us far astray. , lb. IE wrong our heaita, our heads are right in vain. lb. Pygmies are pygmies stUl, though perched on alps ; Aud 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 Ambition ! powerful soui'ce of good and ill ! lb. So great, so mean, is man ! lb, A competence is vital to content. Much wealth is corpulence, if not disease. lb. A competence is all we can enjoi/. lb. Much learning sliows how little mortals know. lb. Aud all may do what has by man been done. lb. Nature revolves, but man advances, lb. The world's a prophecy of worlds to come. A'iffht 7. Of restless hope, for ever on the wing. lb. Swift Instinct leaps ; slow Reason feebly climbs. lo. Astonishing beyond astonishment. lb. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. lb. Anl, romid us. Death's inexorable hand Draws the dark curtain close ; undrawn no more. lb. Amazing pomp ! redouble this amaze ; Ten thousand add ; add twice ten thousand more ; Then weigh the whole ; one soul outweighs them all. lb. Patrons of pleasure, posting into pain ! lb Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom. lb. What ardently we wish, we soon, believe, lb. We nothing know, but what is marvellous ; . Tet what is marvellous, we can't believe. lb. Sope, of all passions, most befriends us here. lb. Man of the world (for such wouldst thou be called). And art thou proud of that inglorious style ? _ Night 8. All the wild trash of sleep, without the rest. lb. Confiding, though confounded ; hoping on. Untaught by trial, unconvinced by proof, And ever-looking for the never-seen. lb. And suffering more from folly, than from fate. lb. One Ceesar lives ; a thousand are forgot, lb. Too low they build who build beneath the stars. lb. Men, that would blush at being thought sincere. lb. 'Tis great, 'tis manly, to disdain disguise. lb. The world, weU-known, vrill give our hearts to Heaven, Or make us demons, long before we die. lb. That man greatly lives, Whate'er his fate, or fame, who greatly dies. lb. Th' Almighty, from his throne, on Earth surveys Nought greater, than an honest, humble heart. lb. Where boasting ends, there dignity begins. lb. The blind Lorenzo's proud of being proud ; And dreams himself ascending in his fall. An eminence, though fancied, turns the brain, lb. Truth never was indebted to a lie. lb. Wealth may seek us ; but wisdom must be sought. lb. Prayer ardent opens Heaven. lb. A man trimnphantis a monstrous sight ; A man dejected is a sight as mean. lb, A man ot pleasure is a man of pains. lb. Imagination wanders far afield. lb. Thy fickle wish is ever on the wing. lb. Pleasure, we both agree, is man's cliief good ; Or only contest what deserves the name. lb. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. lb. Some angel guide my pencil, while I draw. What nothing less than angel can exceed. lb. Where they Behold a sun, he spies a Deity : What makes thjiin only smile, makes him adore. Where they see mountains, he but atoms sees. lb. And wit talks most, when least she has to. say. /*. Sense is our helmet, loit^ but the plume, lb. Let liot the cooings of the world allure thee ; Which of her lovers ever found her true ? li. 410 YOUNG— ZANGWILL. To know the world, not love her, is thy point. She gives hut little, nor that little, long. The Complaint ; or, Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality. NigM 8. Th' inverted pyramid can never stand. lb. Thy wisdom all can do, hut — make thee wise. lb- Where night, death, age, care, crime, and soiTow cease. Night 9. The melancholy ghosts of dead renown, Whispering faint echoes of the world's applause. lb. Final rmn fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.* lb. O majestic Night ! Nattire's great ancestor ! Sai/'s elder-bom ! lb. 'Tis Nature's system of divinity, And every student of the night inspires. 'Tis «/cfe!- scripture, writ hy God's own hand : Scripture authentic ! uncorrupt by man. lb. Eternity is written in the skies. lb. My heart, at once, it humbles, and exalts ; Lays it in dust, and calls it to the skies. lb. Devotion ! daughter of astronomy ! An undevout astronomer is mad. lb. Nothing can satisfy, but what confounds ; Nothing, hut what astonishes, is triie. lb. Confusion unconfused. lb. O let me gaze ! — Of gazing there's no end. O let me thmk ! — Thought too is wildei'ed here ; In mid-way flight imagination tires ; Yet soon re-prunes her wing to soar anew. Her point unable to forbear or gain. Jb. The course of Nature is the art of God.f lb. A God alone can comprehend a God. lb. In every storm that either frowns, or falls, What an asylum has the soul in prayer ! lb. The mind that would be happy, must he great. lb. Take God from Nature, nothing great is left ! lb. Hard are those questions ;— answer harder still. lb. Born in an age more curious than devout. lb. Who worship God, shall find him. Humble love, And not proud reason, keeps the door of Heaven ; Love finds admission, where proud science fails. Jb. '* See Burns ; " Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate " (p. 43.) t See SlrThos. Broivne; " Nature is the ait of God " (p. 25). Nature's refuse, and the dregs of men. Compose the black militia of the pen. I Epistle to Pope. Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt; And oftener changed their principles than shirt. Jb., I. ^rr. Accept a miracle, instead of wit, — See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ. Written with Lord Chesterfield's diamond pencil. Time elaborately thrown away. The Last Day. Boo/c 1. The most magnificent and costly dome Is but an upper chamber to a tomb. :Book g, W. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed. Great let me call him, for he conquered me. The Revenge. Act 1, 1. It is the hydra of calamities, The sevenfold death. (Jealousy.) Act |, 1. Tor wonder is involuntary praise. Act 3, 1. What then is manP The smallest part of nothing. Day buries day, month month, and year the year; Our life is but a chain of many deaths. Act 4, 1. Life is the desert, life the solitude ; Death joins us to the great majority. lb. Thou art so witty, profligate, and thin. Thou seem'st a Milton with his Death and Sin. Epigram on Yoltaire.X ISRAEL ZANGWILL (b. 1864). Let us start a new religion with one commandment, " Enjoy thyself." Children of the Qhettol Book S, chap, G. Scratch the Chiistian and you find the pagan — spoiled. lb. Morality was made for man, not man for morality. lb. Indifference and hypocrisy between them keep orthodoxy alive. Chap. 15. Intellect obscures more than it illumines. A fatherland focusses a people. lb. Selfishness is the only real atheism ; aspiration, unselfishness, the only real religion. Chap. 16. t Alter Voltaire had severely criticised Milton's allegorical description of Death and Sin.— Dr. I)okan;s " Lite of Young. ' 411 HOLY BIBLE. Jn each instance where the Revised Version differs from the "Authorised Version,' the variations are given rcith the letters li. V. apprnded. OLD TESTAMENT, It is not good that the man should he alone. Genesis. ^, IS. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat hread. S, 19. For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return. 11/. She was the mother of all liTing. S, 20. Am I my brother's keeper f 4t 9. My punishment is greater than I can hear. 4,13. There were giants in the earth in those days. 6, 4- [The Nephilim were in the earth in those days.— E.V.] Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed. d, 6. Buried in a good old age. 15, IB. His hand will be against eveiy man, and every man's hand against him. 16, 12. [His hand shall be, etc, — ^R.V.] Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right? 18,25, Then Abraham . . . died in a good old age, an old man, and full of years ; and was gathered to his people. 25, 8. The voice is Jacob's voice, but the hands are the hands of Esau. 27, 22. And Mizpah ; for he said, The Lord watch between me and thee, when we are absent one from another. SI, 49- Behold, this dreamer cometh. S7, 19. There was com in Egypt. 4^t 1- Then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave. 42, S8. Benjamin's mess was five times so much as any of theirs. 43, 34. Few and evil have the days of the years of my life been. ^7, 9. [Few and evil have been the days of the years of my life.— E.V.] Unstable as water, thou shalt not escel. 49, 4- [Unstable as water, thou shalt not have the excellency. — E.V.] my soul, come not thou into their secret ; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united. 4^, S. [O my soul, come not thou into their council : unto their assembly, my glory, be not thou united. — B.T.] . Now there arose up a new king over Egypt, which knew not Joseph. Exodus. 1, 8. [Now there arose a new king, etc. — E.V.] Who made thee a prince and a judge over us? 2,14- 1 have been a stranger in a strange land. 2, 22. [I have been a sojourner in u. strange land.— E.V.] A land flowing with milk and honey. 3, 8. Even darkness which may be felt. 10, 21. And they spoiled the Egyptians. 12, 36. The land of Egypt, when we sat by the tlesh-pots, and when we did eat bread ti the full. 16, 3. Thou shalt not seethe a kid in his mother's milk, 23, 19. [Its mother's milk.— E.V.] A stiff-necked people. S3, S. Breach for breach, eye for eye, tooth for tooth. Leviticus. 24,20. Now the man Moses was very meek, above all the men which were upon the face of the ea,rth. Numbers. 12, 3. Sons of Anak. 13, 33. He whom thou blessest is blessed, and he whom thou cursest is cursed. 22, 6. Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my last end be Uke his ! 23, 10. Blessed is he that blesseth thee, and cursed is he that curseth thee. 24, 9. [Blessed be everyone that blesseth thee, and cursed be everyone that curseth thee. — R,V.] ■ 412 HOLY BIBLE. I called thee to curse mine enemies, and, behold, thou hast altogether blessed them these three times. Numbers. %4> 10. Man doth not live by bread only. Deuteronomy. 8, S. The blood is the life. 12, 23. The wife of thy bosom. IS, 6. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot fqr foot. 19, SI. Thou sbalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the com. g5, 4. Blessed shaU be thy basket and thy store. S8,5. [Blessed shall be thy basket and thy kneading-trough. — E. V.] He kept him as the apple of his eye. SS, 10. that they were wise, that they under- stood this, that they would consider their latter end ! ' 32, 29. As thy days, so shall thy strength be. 3S, 25. His eye was not dim, nor his natural force abated. 34, 7. Only be thou strong and very courageous. Joshua. 1, 7. [Only be strong and very courageous. — R.V.] 1 am going the way of all the earth. 23, 14. I arose a mother in Israel. Judges. B, 7. The stars in their courses fought against Sisera. S, 20. She brought forth butter in a lordly dish. 5, 25. . [She brought him butter in a lordly dish.— E.V.] If ye had not plowed with my heifer; ye had not found out my riddle. I4, IS. The Philistines be upon thee. 16, 9. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God : where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried : the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me. Ruth. 1, 16 and 17. Be strong, and quit yourselves like men. 1 Samuel. 4, 9. A man after his own heart. 13, 14. Is Saul also among the prophets ? 19, 24. How are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon.* 2 Samuel. 1, 19 and 20. • Ashkelou.-E.V. Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided. 1, 23. Very pleasant hast thou been unto me ; thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women. 1, 28. Tarry at Jericho until your beards be grown. 10, 5. And Nathan said to David ; " Thou art the man." 12, 7. And Judah and Israel dwelt safely, every man under his vine and under his lig tree. {See Micah 4, 4 ; Zech. 3, 10.) 1 Kings. 4, 25. And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall. 4t ^^■ And Israel shall be a proverb and a by- word among all people. 9, 7. [ ... all peoples. — E.V.] My little linger shall be thicker than my father's loins. {Aim 2 Chron. 10, 10.) 12. 10. [My little finger is thicker than my father's loins.— E.V.] My father hath chastised you with whips, but I will chastise you with scorpions. (Also 2 Chron. 10, 14.) i|, 11. [My father chastised you with whips, etc.— E.V.] And the king . . . forsook the old men's counsel that they gave him. (Also 2 Ohrou. 10, 8.) I 12, is: [And the king . . . forsook the counsel of the old men which they had given him. — E.V.] ^ How long halt ye between two opinions r 18, 21. Behold, there arlseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand. IS, 4i- [Behold, there ariseth a cloud out of the sea, as small as a man's hand. — R.V.] A still small voice. 19, 12, Let not him that girdeth on his harnciis boast himself as he that putteth it ofP. 20. 11. [Let not him that girdeth ou his armour boast liimself as he that putteth it off. — E.V.] As sheep that have not a shepherd. 22, 17. [As sheep that have no shepherd.— R.V.] Feed him with bread of affliction and with water of affliction. {Also 2 Chron. 18, 26.) ^2, 27. The spirit of Elijah doth rest ou Elisha. 2 Kings. 2, 15, OLD TESTAMENT. 413 Is it well with the child? a Kings. 4, 26. There is death in the pot. 4> 40J Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing ? 8, IS. [But what is thy servant, which is but a dog, that he should do this great thing.— B.V.] The driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimsm ; for he driveth furiously. Had Zimri peace, who slew his master ? 9,31. [Is it peace, thou Zimri, thy master's murderer ? — E.V.] Now, hehold, thou trustest upon the staff of this bruised reed, even upon Egypt, on which if a man lean, it wiU go into his hand and pierce it. (&e Isaiah 36, 6.) 18, $1. We are strangers before thee, and sojourners. 1 Chronicles. 29, 15. Our days on the earth are as a shadow. li. And he died in a good old age, full of days, riches, and honour. 29, 28. When the heaven is shut up, and there is no rain. 2 Chronicles. 6, 26. And a certain man drew a bow at a venture. 18, 33. [And a certain man drew his bow at a venture. — E.V.] Everyone with one of his hands wrought in the works and with the other hand held a weapon. Nehemiah. 4, -'''. [ . . . held his weapon. — E.V.] Let it be written among the laws of the Persians and the Medes, that it be not altered. Esther. 1, 19. One that feared God, and eschewed evil. Job. 1, 1 From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it. 1, 7. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away ; blessed be the name of the Lord. 1,21. Skin for skin, yea all that a man hath will he give for his life. 2, 4- There the wicked cease from troubimg and there the weary be at rest. S, 17 Which long for death, but it cometh not ; and dig for it more than for hid treasures. 3,21. In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men. 4,13; 33,15. Shall a man be more pure than his Maker ? 4,17- Man is bom unto trouble, as the sparks fly- upward. 6, 7. He taketh the wise in their own crafti- ness. 5, 13. Thou Shalt come to thy grave in a full age, like as a shock of corn cometh in in his season. 6, 26. [ . . , its season. — R.V.] How forcible are right words ! 6, 25. [How forcible are words of uprightness ! — E.V.] My days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle. 7, 6. He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more. 7,10. I would not live alway. 7, 16. Thine hands have made me and fashioned me. 10, 8. [ . . . framed me and fashioned me.— The land of darkness and the shadow of death. 10, 21. [ . . . and of the shadow of death. — B.V.] Canst thou by searching find out God y 11, 7. No doubt but ye are tho people, and wisdom shall die with you. 12, 2. With the ancient is wisdom ; and in length of days understanding. 12, 12. [With aged men is wisdom ; and in length of days understanding. — E.V.] •Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. I4, 1. Miserable comforters are ye all. 16, 2. Shall vain words have an end ? 16, 3. The king of terrors. 18, I4. I am escaped with the skin of my teeth. 19, 20. I know that my redeemer liveth. 19, 25. And though after my skia worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God. 19, 26. [And after my skin Tiath been thus destroyed, yet from my flesh shall I see God.— E.T.] Lo, these are ^arts of his ways : but how little a portion is heard of him ? but the thunder of his power who can understand ? 26, 14. [Lo, these are but the outskirts of his ways : and how small a whisper do we hear of him ! But the thunder of his power who can understand ? — E.Y ] 414 HOLY BIBLE. My lips shall not speak wickedness, nor my tongue utter deceit; Job. 9!7, 4- [Surely my lips shall not speak un- righteousness, neither shall my tongue utter deceit.— E.V.] The price of wisdom is above rubies. $S, IS. When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me. B&, 11. [ . . witness vnto me, — B.V.] I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy. .. 25, 13. I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame. 29, 15. I was a father to the poor. S9, 16. [I was a father to the needy.— B.V.] And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword. SO, 0. [And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them. — B.V.] To the house appointed for all living. 30, tS. Behold, my desire is . . . that mine ad- versary had written a book. SI, 35. [And that I had the indictment wliich mine adversary hath written. — B.V.] The words of Job are ended. SI, Jfi. He was righteous in his own eyes. 32, 1. For I am fuU of matter, the spirit within mo constraineth me. 32, 18. [lor I am full of words ; the spirit within me constraineth me. — R.V.]. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men. SS, 15. He multiplieth words without knowledge. 35, 16. Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge ? S8, H. Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further : and here shall thy proud waves be stayed? 38, 11. Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion ? 38, 31. [Canst thou bind the cluster of the Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion.— E.V.] He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha ; and he smelleth the battle afar ofE. S9^^5^_ [As oft as the trumpet soundetli, h^ saith. Aha ! and he smelleth the battle afar off. — E.V.] His heart is as firm iis a stone ; yea, as hard as a piece of the nether millstone. ^, 24. [His heart is as firm as a stone ; yea, firm as the nether millstone. — E.V.] He maketh the deep to boil like a pot. 41, 31. Things too wonderful for me, which 1 knew not. 42, 3. I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear : but now mine eye seeth thee. 4t, 5. [I had heard, etc.— B.V.] ' So the Lord blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning. 4^, -Z2. Nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. Psalms. 1, 1. His leaf also shall not wither. 1, S. [Whose leaf also doth not wither .^^E.V.] Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings. S, 2. For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels. 8, 5. [Thou hast made him but little lower than God.— E.V.] The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God. U, 1- There is none that doeth good, no, not one. 14, 3. He that sweareth to his own hurt, and changeth not. 15, 4- The lines are fallen unto me iu pleasant places. 16, 6. Keep me as the apple of the eye. 17, 8. The sorrows of death compassed me. 18,4. [The cords of death compassed me.^ E.V.} He did fly upon the wings of the wind. 18, 10. [He flew swiftly upon the wings of the wind.— B. v.] The heavens declare the glory of God ; and the firmament sheweth his handywork. 19,1. I may tell all my bones. 22, 17. He maketh me to lie down in gi'een pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. SS, 2. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. BS, 4. Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Jb. 31, to. -The-strife of tongues. I have been young, and now am old ; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread. S7, S5. I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. sr, 35. [. . . like a greeu tree in its natrye soil. - OLD TESTAMENT. 415 While I was musing the fire burned. Psalms. 39,3.. [. . . the fire kindled.— R.V.] Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days. 39, 4- Every man at his best state is altogether vanity. 39, 5. [ best estate. — R.V.] He heapeth up riches, and knowcth not who shall gather them. 39, 6. Blessed is he that considereth the poor. 4i,i. As the hart panteth after the water brooks. 4^, 1. Deep calleth unto deep. 4^i 7. My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. 45, 1. Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion. 4^, ^. [Beautiful in elevation, the joy, etc.— E.V.] Man being in honour abideth not : he is like the beasts that perish. ^, If. [Man abideth in honour : he is like the beasts that perish. — E.V.] The cattle upon a thousand hills. BO, 10. Oh that I had wings like a dove ! for then would I fly away, and be at rest. 55, 6, [Oh that I had wings like a dove : then would I, etc.— E.V.] We took sweet counsel together. 5S, I4. The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart ; his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords. 65, Zl. [His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was war : his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords. — E.V.] They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear ; which will not hearken to the voice of channers, charming never so wisely. 58, 4 ««d 5. [. . . which hearkeneth not to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely. — E.V.] Vain is the help of man. 60, 11. If riches increase, set not your heart upon them. m, 10. [. . . set notyofflr heart thereon. — E.V.] His enemies shall lick the dust. 71, 9. For promotion cometh neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge ; he putteth down one, and setteth up another. 75, 6 and 7. [For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, cometh lifting up. But God is the judge : he putteth down oue, and lifteth up another. — ^E.V.] They go from sbength to strength; 84, 7. Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other. 85, 10. For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. 90, 4- We spend our years as a tale that is told. 90, 9. [We bring our years to an end as a tale that is told.— E.V.J The days of our years are threescore years and ten. 90, 10. So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom. 90, 1%, As for man, his days are as grass : as a flower of the iield, so he flonrisheth. lOS, 15. The wind passeth over it, and it is gone ; and the place thereof shall know it no more. 103, 16. And wiue that maketh glad the heart of man. IO4, 15. Man goeth forth unto his work and to his labour until the evening. IO4, 23. They that go down to the sea in ships, that do business in great waters ; these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders iu the deep. IffT, n and ^. I said in my haste. All men are liars. 116, 11. [I said in my haste, All men are a lie. — E.V.] Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. 116, 15. The stone which the builders refused is become the head stone of the comer. lis, S2. [. . . the head of the corner. — E.V.] Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. 119, 105. [. . and light unto my path. — E.V.] Peace be within 'thy walls, and prosperity within thy palaces. 1^^, 7. For so he giveth his beloved sleep. 127, 2. [For so he giveth unto his beloved sleep.— E.V.] Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them. IW, 5. Thy children like olive plants round about thy table. ItS, 3. I will not give sleep to mine eyes, or slumber to mine eyelids. 13%, 4; and Troverhs 6, 4. Behold, how good" and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together m unity ! 133, 1. 416 HOLY BIBLE, We tanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. Psalms. W, 2. [Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps. — B.V.] If I forget thee, Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. 1^, S. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea. 1S9, 9. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 139, llf. Put not your trust in princes. IJfi, S' Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any tird. Proverbs. 1, 17. [For in vain is the net spread in the eyes of any bii-d.— E.V.] Wisdom crieth without ; she uttereth her voice in the streets. 1, 20. [Wisdom orieth aloud in the street; she uttereth her voice in the broad places. — E.V.] Whom the Lord loveth he correcteth. S,12. [Whom the Lord loveth he reproveth.— E.V.] Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. * S, Tl. Wisdom is the principal thing ; therefore get wisdom: and with aH thy getting get understanding. 4, 7. [ Yea, with all thou hast gotten get iinderstauding. — E.V.] The shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day. 4> 1^- Go to the ant, thou sluggard ; consider her ways, and be wise. fi, G. Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man. 6, 10 and 11 ; 24t ^S. [ so shaU thy poverty come as a robber, and thy want as an armed man. — E.V.] As an ox goeth to the slaughter. 7, §2; Jer.11,19. [Like a gentle lamb that is led to the slaughter (jer. 11, 19.)— E.V.] For wisdom is better than rubies Stolen waters are sweet. 8,11. 9,17. 10, 1. 10,7. A wise son maketh a glad father. The memory of the just is blessed. When pride cometh, then cometh shame. 11, S. In the multitude of counsellors there is safety. 11, U ; U, 6. He that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it. ^i> IS- A virtuous woman is a crown to her hushand. ^^t 4- A riehteous man regaideth the life of his beaat. 1^,10. Hope deferred maketh the heart sick. IS, 12. The way of transgressors is hard. IS, 15. [The way of the treacherous is rugged. — E.V.] He that spareth his rod hateth his son. IS, 2i. Fools make a mock at sin. H, 9- [The foolish make a mock at guilt. — ^E.V.] The heart knoweth his own hittemess ; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. 14t 10. ' [. . . its bitterness ; ... its joy. — E.V.] In all labour there is profit. 14, 23. Eighteousness exalteth a nation. H, 34. A soft answer tumeth away wrath. 15, 1, A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance. 15, 13. Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. 15, 17. A word spoken in due season, how good is it ! 15, 23. [A word in due season, how good is it! — R.V.] A man's heart deviseth his way ; but the Lord directeth his steps. 16, 9. Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. 16, 18. The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness. 16, 31. [The hoary head is a crown of glory, it shall be found in the way of righteousness.— E.V.] A gift is as a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it. 17, 8. He that repeateth a matter separateth very friends. 17, 9. [He that harpeth on a matter separateth chief friends.— R.V.] The beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water. 17, 14. He that hath knowledge spareth his words. 17. 27. [He that spareth his words hath knowledge.— R. v.] Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, ia counted wise. 17, 28, OLD TESTAMENT. 417 A wounded spirit who can bear ? Proverbs. IS, I4. [A broken spirit who can bear ?— B.V.] A man that hath friends must show - himself friendly : and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. 18, 24. [He that maketh many friends doeth it to his own destruction: but there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother. — E.T.] He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord. 19, 17, Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging. tO,l. [Wine is a mocker, strong drink a brawler. -R.V.] Every fool will be meddling. W, 3. [Every fool will be quarrelfing. — ^R.V.] Even a child is known by his doings. W, 11. [Even a child maketh himself known by his doings. — ^R.V.] The healing ear, and the seeing eye. W, IS. It is naught, it is naught, saith the buyer : but when he is gone his way, then he boasteth. fO, I4. It is better to dwell in a comer of the housetop, than with a brawling woman in a wide house. 2i, 9. [ . , a contentious woman in a wide house. — E.V.] A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches. £^, 1. The rich and poor meet together: the Lord is the maker of them all. • 22, 2. [The rich and the poor, etc. — E.V.] Train up a child in the way he should go : and when he is old, he will not depart from it. f2, 6. [ and even when he is old, etc.— II.V.] The borrower is servant to the lender. 22,7. Eemove not the ancient landmark. S2,S8; $S,10. Seest thou a man diligent in his business ? he shall- stand before kings ; he shall not stand before mean men. ^2, 29. For riches cei-tainly make themselves wings. 2?, 5. Drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags. 25, n. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red. ZS, 31. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and Btingeth like an adder. ZS, S2. 27a If thou faint in the day of adversity. ^. 10. A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold m pictures of silver. 25, U, L baskets of silver.— E.V.] For thou Shalt heap coals of fire upon his head. g5_ gg_ As cold waters to a thirsty soul, so is good news from a far country. t5, 15. Answer not a fool according to his folly. 26', /^ Answer a fool according to his folly. m, B. As a dog retumeth to his vomit, so a fool retumeth to his folly. ^e, 11. [As a dog that retui-neth to his vomit, so IS a fool that repeateth his folly.— E.V.] Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit ? there is more hope of a fool than of him. 26,.Z2. The slothful man saith. There is a lion in the way ; a lion is in the streets. K, IS. [The sluggard saith, etc.— R.V.] The sluggard is wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason. 26', m. Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein. 26, 2?'. Boast not thyself of to-morrow ; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. 27, X Open rebuke is better than secret love. f7,5. [Better is open rebuke than love that is hidden. -E. v.] Faithful are the wounds of a friend. S, 6. A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike. ^, 15. Iron sharpeneth iron; soamansharpeneth the countenance of his fiiend. 27, 17. Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him. [ ... in a mortar with a pestle among bruised com, etc. — E. V.] The wicked flee when no man pursueth : but the righteous are bold as a lion. 2S, 1. He that maketh haste to be rich shall not be innocent. 2S, 20. [ . . . shall not be unpunished.— E.V.] A man that flattereth his neighbour spreadeth a net for his feet. 29, 5. [ a net for his steps. — ^S.V.] 418 HOLY BIBLE. Give me neither poverty nor riohe^ ; feed me with food convenient for me. ProYerbs. SO, 8. [ . . . with the food that is needful for me.— E.V.] Thehorseleaoh hath two daughters, crying, Give, give. 30, IB. Who can find a virtuous woman ? for her price is far above rubies. 31, 10. [A virtuous woman who can find ? for her price, etc.— E.V.] Her children arise up, and call her blessed. 31, ^8. [ , . . rise up, etc. — ^R.V.] Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities ; all is vanity. Eccleslastes. 1, 2 ; 11, 8. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun ? 1, 3. [What profit hath man of all his labour wherein he laboureth under the sun? — E.V.] One generation passeth away, and another generation oometh ; hut the earth abideth for ever. 1, ^. [One generation goeth, and another generation cometh ; and the earth abideth for ever. — E.V.] All the rivers run into the sea ; vet the sea is not full. ' 1, 7. All things are full of labour ; man cannot utter it ; the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. 1, 8. [All things are full of weariness; man cannot utter it ; etc. — R.T.] The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be , and that which is done is that which shall be done : and there is no new thing under the sun. 7, ,9. [That which hath been is that which shall be ; and that which hath been done is that which shall be done : and there is no new thing under the sun. — ^R.V.] All is vanity and vexation of spirit. 1, IJf. [All is vanity and a striving after wind.— R.V.] In much wisdom is much grief. 1, IS. He that increaseth knowledge increaseth soiTow. xb. Wisdom excelleth folly, as far as light excelleth darkness. g, is. One event happeneth to them all. 2, 7^. To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven : a time to be born, and a time to die. 3, 1, S. Wherefore I praised the dead ,wl^ch are already dead more than the living which are yet alive.. ' A, S. But woe to him that is alone when he falleth. 4, iO. A threefold cord is not quickly broken. 4,12. God is in heaven, and thou upon earth : therefore let thy words be few. 5, ^. Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay. S,5. The sleep of a labouring man is sweet. S, 12. A good name is better than precious ointment. 7, 1. It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting. 7, SI, For as the crackling of thorns nnder a pot, BO is the laughter of fiie fool. 7, 6, Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof. 7, 8. Say not thou, What is the cause that the foimer days were better than these? for thou dost not enquire wisely concerning this. 7, 10. Wisdom giveth life to them that have it. ■;■, n. [Wisdom preserveth the life of him that hath it.— E.V.] In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in the day of adversity consider. 7, I4. [ . . . and in the day of adversity . . . — E.V.] Be not righteous over much. 7, IG. God hath made man upright ; but they have sought out many inventions. 7, f9. To eat and to drink and to be merry. 8, 15; see also St. LuTee 12, 10. A livmg dog is betttir than a dead lion. 9,4- Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might ; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, whither thou goest. 9, 10. The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, . nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all. 9, 11. Dead flies cause the ointment of the apothecary to send forth a stinking savour. 10, 1. [Dead flies cause the ointment of the perfumer to send forth a stinking savour. — He that diggeth a, pit shall fall into it. 10, 8, OLD TESTAMENT. 419 Wine maVeih merry : but mouey answereth all thinga. Eccleslastes. 10, 19. [Wine maketh glad the life ; and money answereth all things. — E.V.] Cm-ae not the king, no not in thy thought ; and curse not the rich in thy bedchamber ; for a bird of the air shall caiTy the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter. ' ' 10, W. Cast thy bread upon the waters : for thou shall find it after many days. 11, 1. In the place where the tree falleth, there it shall be. " 11, S. [ . . . shall it he.— E.V.] He that observeth the wind shall not sow ; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap. 11, If. Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun. 11, 7. Rejoice, young man, in thy youth ; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth. . 11, 9. Childhood and youth are vanity. It, 10. [Youth and the prime of life are vanity. — »•¥•] Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not. 1^,1. [Eememberalso thy Creator in the days of thy youth, or ever the evil days come. — R.V.] And the giinders cease because they are few. i2, 3. And the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail : because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets. IB, 5. [And the grasshopper shall be a burden and the caper-berry shall fail ; because etc. — R.V.] Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. 12, 6. Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was : and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it. if, 7. [ ; and the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spuit return unto God who gave it. — E.V.] He gave good heed, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs. IB, 9. [He pondered, and sought out, and set in order many proverbs. — E.V.] Th? Tvords pf the wise are as goads. 2,11. Of making many books there is no end ; and much stiidy is a weariness of the flesh. lB,,m. Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter : Fear God and keep hTs command- ments : for this the whole duty of man. 12, IS. [This is the end of the matter ; all hath been heai'd: fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of men.— R.V.] For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil. 12, I4. [ every hidden thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil. — ^R.V.] As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Song of Solomon.* 2, 2. [As a lily among thorns, etc. — R.V.] For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone ; the flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. 2, 11 and 12. The little foxes, that spoil the vines. 2, 15. [. . . . spoil the vineyards. — R.V.] I sleep, but my heart waketh. 5, 2. [I was asleep, but my heai't waked. — R.V.] Love is strong as death ; jealousy is cruel as the grave. 8, G. Many waters cannot quench love. 8, 7. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib. Zsaiah. 1, S. The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. 1, 5. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it ; but wounds, and bruises, and putrifyirig sores: they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with ointment. 1, 6. [. . •; . and festering sores : they have not been closed, neither bound up, neither mollified with oil.— R.V.] Biing no more vain oblations ; incense is an abomination unto me. 1, IS. . And the strong shall be as tow, and the maker of it as a spark, and they shall both bum together, and none shall quench them. 1, SI. [And the strong shall be as tow, aud his work as a spark ; and they shall both bum together, and none shall quench them.— R.V.] They shall beat their swords into plough- shares, and their spears into pruning hooks. (5«e Joel 3, 10, and Micah 4, 3.) 2, ^ * [Song of Songs,— R. v.] 420 HOLY BIBLE. To the moles and to the bats. Isaiah. ^,m. Grind the faces of the poor. S, 15. In that day seven women shall take hold of one man. i, !• [And seven women shall take hold of one man in that day. — E.V.] And he looked that it should bring forth grapes, and it brought forth wild grapes. 5,2. And he looked for judgment, but behold oppression; for righteousness, but behold a cry. 5, 7. Woe unto them that join house to house, that lay iield to field, till there be no place ! B,8. [ till there he no room. — E.V.] ■Woe unto them that rise up early in the morning, that they may follow strong drink ! Woe unto them that diuw iniquity with cords of vanity, and sin as it were with a cart rope ! S, 18. Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil ! 5, HO. Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes ! 6, 21. For, all this his anger is not turned away, but Ws hand is stretched out still. B, 25.- I am a man of unclean lips. 6, 5. For a stone of stumbling and for a rook of offence. 8, 14. Wizards that peep, and that mutter. 8, 19. [Wizards that chirp and that mutter. — ■ E.V.] Thou hast multiplied the nation, and not increased the joy : they joy before thee according to the joy in liarvest, and as men rejoice when they divide the spoil. 9, 3. [Thou hast multiplied the nation, thou hast increased their joy : they joy, etc. — E.V.] The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid. 11,6. [And the wolf shall dwell with the lamb, etc.— E.V.] Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming. . 1^^ 9, How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning I 1^, 12. [How art thou fallen from heaven, O daystar, son of the morning !— E.V.] And in mercy shall the throne be esta- blished. 16^. [And a throne shall be est^bUshed in mercy.— E.V,] Babylon is fallen, is fallen. {See Eevela- tion 18, 2.) Zl, 9. Watchman, what of the night ? 21, 11. Let us eat and drink ; for to-morrow we shaUdie. S2, IS. Whose merchants are princes. 23, 8. A feast of fat things. 25, 6. But they also have erred through wine, and through strong drink. 28, 7. \B\it these also have erred through wine, and through strong drink are gone astray. — E.V.] For precept must be upon precept, pre- cept upon precept ; line upon line, line ui)on line ; here a little, and there a little. 28, 10. [For it is precept upon precept, precept npon precept ; line upon line, line upon line ; here a little, there a little. — E.V.] We have made a covenant with death. 28, 15. Speak unto us smooth things ; prophesy deceits. SO, 10. In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength. SO, 15. One thousand shall flee at the rebuk^of one. 30,17. This is the way, walk ye in it. SO, 21. But the liberal deviseth liberal things ; and by libeiul things shall he stand. 32, 8. [But the liberal deviseth liberal things ; and in liberal things shall he continue. — e:v.] And the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose. S5, 1. And sorrow and sighing shall flee away. S5, 10. Thou trustest in the staff of this broken reed, on Egypt ; whereon, if a man lean, it will go into his hand and pierce it. (See 2iKings, 18, 21.) 36,6. [ this bruised reed, even upon Egypt ; whereon, etc. — ^E.T.] S8,l. Set thine house in order. All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field, j^, 6. Behold, the nations are as a drop of a backet, and are counted as the smaJl dust of the balance. J^, 15. They that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength ; they shall mount up with wings as eagles. 40, si. A bruised reed shall he not break, and tlje spiokin^j flax shi^l he not quench. 42,3, OLD TEJSTAMElNT. 421 Seeing tniuijr things, tut thou oliseTrest not. Isaiah. 4^, SU. [Thou seest many things, but thou ob- servest not. — E.V.] Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? 4^, 9. In the furnace of affliction. 4^, 10. Thei-e is no peace, saith the Lord, unto the wicked. {See Isaiah 57, 21.) 48, n. I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair. . 50, 6. Drunken, but not with wine. 51, $1. How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace. 52, 7. His Tisage was so marred more than any man. 52, I4. Who hath believed our report ? 53, 1. When we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 5S, z. [When we see him, etc. — ^R,V.] A man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief. 53, 3. He was despised, and we esteemed him not. lb. He was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: he is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth. 5S, 7. [He was oppressed yet he humbled not himself and opened not his mouth ; as a lamb that is led to the slaughter, and as a sheep that before her shearers is dumb ; yea, he opened not his mouth. — ^E.V.] He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be satisfied. S3, 11. Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters. 55, 1. Without money and without price. lb. Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread ? and your labour for that which satisfieth not ? 55, ^. For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways. 55, 8. I will give them an everlasting name, that shall not be cut off. 56, 5. They are all dumb dogs, they cannot bark. 66,10. Their feet run to evil, and they make haste to shed innocent blood. 59, 7. We roar all like bears, and mourn sore like doves.* 59, 11. " See Shakespeare : " I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove" — which may have been suggested by this passage. ■' Beauty for ashes, tte Oil of joy foi: mouru« ing, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. 61, 3, [A garland for ashes . . . . — E.V.] Glorious in his apparel, travelling in the greatness of his strength. 6$, 1, [Glorious in his apparel, marching in the greatness of his strength. — K.V.] . I have trodden the wine-press alone. 63, 8. I looked, and there was none to help. 63,6. All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags ; and we all do fade as a leaf. 64, G. [All our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment; and we all do fade as a leaf. — E.V.] The prophets prophesy falsely, and the priests bear rule by their means; and my people love to have it so : and what will ye do m the end thereof p Jeremiah. 5, 31, Saying, Peace, peace; when there is no peace. 6, I4. The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved. 8, 20. Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there? 8,22. Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging- place of wayfaring men ! 9, 2. I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter. 11, 19. Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots ? IS, 23. The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked. 17, 9. [-.... and it is desperately sick. — R.V.] They have digged a pit for my soul. 18, 20. Weep ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: but weep sore for him that goeth away : for he shall return no more, nor sea his native country. 22, 10. O earth, earth, earth, hear the word of the Lord. 22, 29. The fathers have eaten a sour grape, and the children's teeth are set on edge.t 31, 29. [The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children's teeth are set on edge. — E.V.] And seekest thou great things for thyself? seek them rfot. 4^, 5. She that was great among the nations, and princess among the provinces, how is she become tributary ! Lamentations. J, 1. Is it nothing to yon all ye that pass by ? behold, and see if there be any sonrow like unto my sorrow, which is done unto me. ' ],n. \ See " Tot 7UV TCKOVTOtv" K,T.^, 422 HOLY BIBLE. It is of the Lord's mercies that we d,re not consumed, hecause his compassion? fail not. Lamentations. S, 2t. It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. ?, W. He giveth his cheek to him that smiteth him. ^, ^0' I^Let him give his cheek to him that smiteth him. — ^E.V.]. As if a wheel had been in the midst of a wheel. Ezeklel. 10,10. [As if a wheel had been within a wheel. — E.V.] The fathers have eaten sour grapes, and the children's teeth are set on edge. {Hee Jeremiah, 31, 29.) 18, f. We are not careful to answer thee in this matter. Daniel. S, 16. [We have no need to answer thee in this matter.— E. v.] Tekel ; Thou art weighed in the balances, and art found wanting. 5, ^ . According to tlie law of the Medes and Persians, which altereth not. fi, 8. For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. Hoaea. 8, 7. [For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind. E.V.] Ye have plowed wickedness, ye have reaped iniquity. 10, IS. That which the palmerworm hath left hath the locust eaten. Joel. 1, 4. Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall di'eam dreams, your young men shall see visions. S, ^8. Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision. 3, H. Can two walk together, except they be agreed ? Amos. S, S. [Shall two walk together, except they have agreed ? — E.V.] As a firebrand plucked out of the burning. J,, 11. Write the vision, and make it plain upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.* Habakkuk. ^,f. A brand plucked out of the fire. Zecharlah. S, 2. For who hath despised the day of small things? 4,10- They made their hearts as an adamant stone. 7, 1^. Prisoners of hope. 9, 1^. Woe to the idle shepherd that leaveth the flock ! 11, n. [Woe to the worthless shepherd . . . . — R.V.] With which I was wounded in the house of my friends. 13, 6. Have we not all one father? hath not one God created us ? Malaohl. 2, 10. Those that oppress the hireling in his wages. S, 6. Unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings. {See " Wisdom of Solomon," 5, 6.) ^ 4. ^• [In E.V. Sun is given with a small " s."] * " He that runs may read." Q'be inverteri form of this text, is from Gowper's " Tirocinium." The Septuagint text is :— ontai SiuKi} 6 ava.ywbiiTKtav avri. This has been alleged to mean "That he that reads may 'make haste to escape." But Jerome inter- preted the passage as meaning that the writins was to be so plain that the reader might run and not be impeded from reading by his speed. Grotius considered it to mean "that it was to be so written that the reader should be quick in comprehending it"; or able to read it easily. The E.C. translation from tlie Vulgate ("Ut per- currat qui legerit eum "), gives the passage : " Tliat he that readeth it may run over it." APOCRYPHA, Women are strongest : but above aU things Truth beai'eth away the victory. 1 Eadras. 3, 12. As for the truth, it endureth, and is always strong ; it liveth and conquereth for eveimore. 4, 38. [But truth abideth, and is strong for ever ; she liveth and conquereth for evermore. — E.V.] Great is Truth, and mighty above all things. . 4,41. [ . . . and strong above all things. — E.V.] Swallow then down, my soul, under- standing, and devour wisdom. 2 Esdras. 8, 4. [Swallow down understanding, then, O my soul, and let my heart devour wisdom,— R.V.] APOCRYPHA. 423 Give alms o£ thy sutstanoe ; and when thou givest alms, let not thine eye be envious, neither turn thy face from any poor, and the face of God shall not be turned away from thee. Tobit. 4, 7. [ . . . ; turn not thy face . . . — E.V.] If thou hast abundance, give alms ac- cordingly ; if thou hast but a little, be not afraid to give according to -that little. 4, ?■ [As thy substance ja, give alms of it according to thine abundance : if thou have little, be not afraid to give alms according to that little. —E.V.] But they that sin are enemies to their own life. m, 10. Love righteousness, ye that be judges of the earth. Wisdom of- Solomon. 1,1. Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered.* 2, 8. We fools accounted his life madness, and his end to be without honour: How is he numbered among the children of God, and his lot is among the saints ! B, 4 «"i 5. [ ... his end without honour ; How was he numbered among sons of God ? And how is his lot among saints ? — B..V.] For mercy will soon pardon the meanest : but mighty men shall be mightily tormented. G,G. [For the man of low estate may be par- doned in mercy, But mighty men shall be searched out mightily. — E.V.] He hath made the small and the greatj and oareth for all alike. G, 7. [It is he that hath made both small and great. And alike he taketh thought for all. — E.V.] The earthy tabernacle weigheth down the mind that museth upon many things. 9, 15. [The earthly fr&jne lieth heavy on a mind that is full of "cares. — E.V.] Wise sayings, dark sentences, and parables, and certain particular antient godly stories of men that pleased God. Eccleslastlcus. (JPrologiie attributed by some to Athandams.) [Not in E.V.] - Woe be to fearful hearts, and faint hands, arid the sinner that goeth two ways ! Woe unto him that is faint-hearted ! 2, 12 and 13. [Woe unto fearful hearts, and to faint hands. And to the sinner that goeth two ways ! Woe unto the faint heart.— E.V.] He that honoureth his father shall have a long life. S, G. [He that giveth glory to his father shall have length of days. — E.V.] • ^ee Herrick (p., 1G3). Be not curious in unnecessary matters: for more things are shewed unto thee than men understand. S, ZS. [Be not over busy in thy superfluous works: for more things are showed uutj Ihee than men can understand. — E.V.] Tliere is a shame which is glory and grace. 4, 21. Be not as a lion in thy house, nor frantick among thy servants. 4> ^0. [ . . ■ . fanciful among thy servants.^ E.V.] A faithful friend is the medicine of life. 6,ie. [ . . . a medicine of life. — E.V.] Whatsoever thou takest in hand, re- member the end, and thou shalt never do amiss. 7, S6. pin all thy matters remember thy. last end, And thou shalt never do amiss. — E.V.] Bejoice not over thy greatest enemy being dead, but remember that we die all. 8, 7. [Eejoice not over one that is dead': Eemember that vre die all. — E.V.] Despise not the discourse of the wise, but acquaint thyself with their proverbs : for of. them thou shalt learn instruction. 8, 8. [Neglect not the discourse of the wise. And bs conversant with their proverbs, for of, etc. . . .— E.V.] Miss not the discourse of the elders. 5, 9. [ ... of the aged.— E.V.] Open not thine heart to every man. 8, 19. Forsake not an old friend ; for the new is not comparable to him : a new friend is as new vriue ; when it is old, thou shalt drink it with pleasure. 9, 10. [ ... As new wine, so is a new friend ; if it become old, thou shalt drmk it with gladness. — E. V.] Judge none blessed before his death. 11, 28. [Call no man blessed before his death, — E.V.] He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith. 13, 1. [' ' Therewith ' ' omitted in E. V. ] How agree the kettle and the earthen pot together? IS, 2. [What fellowship shall the earthen pot have with the kettle. — E.V.] With much communication will he tempt thee, and smiling upon thee will get out thy secrets. 13, 11. [With much talk will he try thee. And in a smiling manner will search thee out. — E.V.] 424 HOLY BIBLE. Be not made a, t)eggai by banqueting upon borrowing. EccleslasticnB. 18, SS. He that eontemneth small things shall fall by little and little.* 10, 1. [He that despiseth small things shall fall by little and little.— E.V.] Believe not every tale. IQ, 15. [Trust not every word. — E.V.] Make little weeping for the dead, for he is at rest. g;?, 11. [AVeep more sweetly for the dead, because he hath found rest. — E.V.] All wickedness is but little to the wicked- ness of a woman. US, 19. [All malice is but little to the malice of a woman. — E.V.] Eemember thy end, and let enmity cease. ^8„6. [Eemember thy last end, and cease from enmity. — ^E.V.] The stroke of the whip maketh marks in the flesh ; but the stroke of the tongue breaketh bones. ^8, 17. [The stroke of a whip maketh a mark in the flesh; but the stroke of a tongue will break bones. — B.V.] Envy and wrath shorten the life. SO, S4. [ . . . shorten a man's days. — E.V.] Leave off first for manners' sake. 31, 17, [Be first to leave ofE for manners' sake. — E.V.] Let thy speech be short, comprehending much in few words. S2, 8. [Sum up thy speech, many things in few words. — E.V.] Leave not a stain in thine honour. SS, SS. [Bring not . . .— E.V.] Divinations, and soothsayings, and dreams, are vain. S4, 5. With him is no rcspeot of persons. SS, 12. There is a friend, which is only a friend in name. S7, 1. For a man's mind is sometime wont to tell him more than seven watchmen, that sit above in an high tower. S7, H. [For a man's soul is sometime wont to bring him tiding . . . that sit on high on a ■watch-tower.— E. v.] • See Emerson (p. 130). Honour a physiciati With the toflotlt dU8 unto him. S8, 1. [Honour a physician according to thy need oflum.--E.V.] Eemember the last end. S8, tO. [Eemembering the last end. — E.V.] Whose talk is of bullocks. S8, US. [Whose discourse is of the stock of bulls. -E.V.] The noise of the hammer and the anvil" is • ever in his ears. S8, 28. [The noise of the hammer will be ever in his ear. — E.V.] Without these [the handicrafts] cannot a city be inhabited. _ S8, S2. [ . . . shall not a city be inhabited. — E.V.] Better it is to die than to beg. 40, 28. A good name endureth for ever, 4^, 13. [A good name continueth for ever. — E.V.] A man that hideth his foolishuess is better than a man that hideth his wisdom. 4I, IS. [Better is a man that hideth his fooUshnesa than . . .— E.V.] Let us now praise famous men. 44, 1. All these were honoured in their genera- tions, and were the glory of their times. 44,7. [ . . . were a glory in their days, — E.V.] There be of them, that have left a name behind them. 44i ^• Their bodies are buried in peace; but their name liveth for evermore. 44, 14- [Their bodies were buried in peace, And their name liveth to all generations. — E.V.] But we fight for our lives and our laws. 1 Uaccabees. S, 21. It is a foolish thing to make a long pro- logue, and to be short in the story itself. 2 Maccabees. 2, S2. [ ... to make a long prologue to the history, and to abridge the history itself. — E.V.] It was an holy and good thought. 12, 4!>.- [Holy and godly was the thought. — E.V.] Nicanor lay dead in his harness, 15, S8. ?ficanor lying dead in full armour.— .] NEW TESTAMENT. 425 NEW TESTAMENT. Sacliel weeping for lier children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. Gospel according to St. Matthew. 2, 18. [Eachel weeping for her childien ; and she would not be comforted, because they are not. — E.V.] The voice of one crying in the wilderness. {Also Mark, 1, 3; Luke, 3, i'; John, 1, 23.) 3,3. And now also the axe is laid unto the root oE the trees. 3, 10. [And even now is the axe laid . . . — E.V.] {Sec Luke, 3, 9.) Man shall not live by bread alone. {Also Luke, 4, 4.) 4, J,. Blessed are the meek : for they shall inherit the earth. 5, 5. Blessed are the pure in heart. 5, 8. Blessed are the peace-makers. 5, 9. Ye are the salt of the earth : hut if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it Be salted? {See Mark, 9, 50 ; Luke, 14, 34.) 6,13. [ ... its savour, etc. — B.V.] Te are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hiU cannot he hid. 5, IJf. [A city set on a hill cannot be hid. — R.V] Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel. {See Mark, 4, 21.) 5, 15. [Neither do men light a lamp . . . etc. — R.V.] Agree with thine adversary CLuiokly, whiles thou art in the way with him. 5, SB. . whiles thou art with him in the way. ,.V.J Till thou hast paid the uttermost farthing. {See Luke, 12, 59.) 5, $6. [Till thou have paid the last farthing. — E.V.] Let your communication be, Yea, yea ; Nay, nay. S, 37. [Let your speech be . . — ^E.V.] An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. S, 38. Whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. {See Luke, 6, 29.) S, 39. [Whosoever smiteth thee on thy right cheek . . .— E.V.] Love your enemies. {See Luke, 6, 27.) s, 44- ky He maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good. 5, 4S- [ ... on the evil and the good. — E.V.] Take heed that ye do not your alms before men, to be seen of them. 6, 1. [Take heed that ye do not your righteous- ness before men, to.be seen of them.— E.V.] Let not thy left hand know what thy right hand doeth. 6, 3. Use not vain repetitions. 6,7. Where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal. 6,19. [Where moth and rust doth consume . . . For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. {See Luke, 12, 34.) 6, SI. [For where thy treasure is, there will thy heart be also. — E.V.] No man can serve two masters. {See Luke, 16, 13.) 6, S4. Ye cannot serve God and mammon. {See Luke, 16, 13.) lb. Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow ; they toil not, neither do they spin : And yet I say unto you. That even Solomon in all his glo^ was not arrayed like one of these. {See Luke, 12, 27.) 5, S8 and S9. [ . . . neither do they spin : yet I say. . . Take therefore no thought for the mor- row : for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. 6, 34. [Be not therefore anxious for the morrow : for the morrow will be anxious for itself. . . — E.V.] Judge not, that ye be not judged. (See Luke 6, 37.) 7, 1. Neither cast ye your pearls before swine. 7,6. [Neither cast ye your pearls before the swine. — ^E.V.] Ask, and it shall be given you ; seek, and ye shall find ; knock, and it shall be opened unto you. (See Luke, 11, 9.) 7, 7. ' What man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, wiH he give him a stone? (&e Luke, 11, 11.) 7,9. [Or what man is there of you, who, if his son shall ask him for a loaf, will give him a stone?— E. v.] 426 HOLY BIBLE. Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them. {See Luke, 6, 31.) Gospel according to St. Hatthew. 7, W. [All things therefore whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do ye also unto them. — E.V.] Wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction. 7, IS, Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. 7, IS. r . . . but inwardly are ravening wolves. — fi.V.] Ye shall know them by tlieir fruits.* 7, IG. [By their fruits ye shall know them.— E.V.] By their fruits ye shall know them. 7, 2ft A foolish man, which built his house upon the sand. {See Luke, 6, 49.) 7, 26. And great was the fall of it. 7, 27. [And great was the fall thereof. — B.V.] I am a man under authority, having soldiers under me : and I say to this man, Go, and he goeth ; and to another, Come, and he cometh. 8, 9. [I also am a man under authority, having under myself soldiers : and I say to this one, Go, andhegoeth . . . — R.V.] The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests ; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. 8, W. [ . . . and the birds of the heaven have nests . . ,— E.V.] Follow me ; and let the dead bury their dead. {See Luke, 9, 60.) 8, fe'. [Follow me ; and leave the dead to bury their own dead. — E.V.] They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick. ' 9, ig. [They that are whole have no need of a physician, but they that are sick.— E.V.] No man putteth a piece of new cloth unto an old garment. {See Mark, 3, 21.) 9, lU. [And no man putteth a piece of undresseci cloth upon an old garment. — E.V.] Neither do men put new wine into old lottles. {See Mark, 3, 22.) 9, 17. [Neither do men put new wine into old wine-skins. — E.V.] The maid is not dead, but sleepeth. {See Mark, 5, 39 ; Luke, 8, 52.) 9,^. [The damsel is not dead, but sleepeth,— E.V.] • " He who sows thorns will not gather graiioa with them."— Arabic Proverb. .bVe also Cicoi'o : "Ut semflntem feoeris ita metes." (As jou do your sowing, so shall you reap.) The harvest truly is plenteous, but the labourers are few. {See Luke, 10, 2.) 9, S7. Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves. 10, 16. Preach ye upon the housetops. 10, Z7. [Proclaun upon the housetops. — E.V.] The very hairs of your head are all numbered. {See Luke, 21, 18.) 10, SO. A man's foes shall be they of his own household. 10, S6. What went ye out into the wilderness to see f A reed shaken with the wind ? {See Luke, 7, 24.) 11,7. [ . . . into the wilderness to behold? — E.V.] We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced. {See Luke, 7, 32.) 11, 17. [We piped unto you, and ye did not dance. — E.V.] Wisdom is justified of her children. {See Luke, 7, 35.) 11, 19. [Wisdom is justified by her works. — E.V.] Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden. 11, 25. He that is not with me is against me. {See Mark, 9, 40 ; Luke, 9, 50 ; 11, 23.) i2, SO. The tree is known by his fruit. {See Luke, C, 44.) 1^, SS. [ . . . its fruit. —E. v.] Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh. {See Luke, 6, 45.) i2, S4. By thy words thou shalt be condemned. lg,S7. Empty, swept, and garnished. {See Luke, U, 25.) i2, U- The last state of that man is worse than the first. (*e Luke, 11,26.) 1^,45. [ . . . becometh worse than the first. — E.V.] An enemy hath done this. IS, 2S. When he had found one peai'l of great price. IS, ^6. [Having found . . . — E.V.] A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house. {See Mai'k, 6, 4 ; Luke, 4, 24 ; John, 4, 44.) IS, 57. Be of good cheer ; it is I , be not afraid. {See Mark, 6, 60 ; John, 6, 20.) If, g7. The tradition of the elders. {See Mark, 7, 3.) 15, £ They be blind leadei-s Of the blind. And if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch. {See Luke 6, 39.) 15, H. [They are blind guides. And if the blind guide the blind, both shall fall into a pit. — E.V.] NEW TESTAMENT. 427 The dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table. (See Mark, 7, 28^ Gospel According to St. Matthew. 15, S7. Can ye not discern the signs of the times ? 16i S. iYe cannot discern the signs of the times. t.V.] Get thee behind me, Satan. (See Mark, 8, 33.) IB, 23. For what is a man profited, it he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul ? {See Mark, 8, 36 ; Luke, 9, 25.) 16, 26. [For what shall a man be profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and forfeit his own soul ?— B.V.] Lord, it is good for us to be here. (See Mark, 9, 5 ; Luke, 9, 33.) 17, 4. Pay me that thou bwest. 18, 28. [Pay what thou owest. — R.V.] And they twain shall be one flesh. (See Mark, 10, 8.) 19, 5. [And the twain shall become one flesh. — E.V.] "What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (See Mark, 10, 9.) 19, 6. 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. (See Mark, 10, 25.) 19, U. [It is easier for a camel to go through a n»edle's eye . . . — R.V.] But many that are first shall be last ; and the last shall be first. (See Mark, 10, 31 ; Luke, 13, 30.) 19, SO. [But many shall be last that are first ; and first that are last. — R.V.] Why stand ye here all the day idle ? 20,6. Equal unto us, which have borne the burden and heat of the day. 20, 12. [ . . . the burden of the day and the scorching heat.— E.V.] Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own ? Is thine eye evil, because I am good ? ?0, 15. [ . . . mine own ? or is thine eye evil . . . -E.V.] My house shall be called the house of prayer ; but ye have made it .". den of thieves. (Sec Mark, 11,17; Luke, 19, 46.) 21, IS. [My house shall be called a house of prayer : but ye make it a den of robbers. — Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou hast perfected praise, 21, 16. A man which had not on a wedding garment. 22, 11. Cast him into outer darkness : there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth. 22, IS. [Cast him out into the outer darkness ; there shall be the weeping and gnashing of teeth.— E.V.] For many are called, but few are chosen. 22, U. [For many are called, bat few chosen. — R.V.] Whose is this image and superscription ? (See Mark, 12, 16 ; Luke, 20, 24.) 22, 20. Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's ; and unto Qod the things ttiat are God's. (See Mark, 12, 17 ; Luke, 20, 23.) 22, 21. [ . . . Csesar the things that are Csesar's, . . . .-R.V.] And last of all the woman died also. (See Mark, 12, 22 ; Luke,, 20, 32.) 22, 27. ' [And after them all the woman died. — R.V.] But all their works they do for to be seen of men : they make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge the borders of their garments. And love the uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats in the synagogues. And greetings in the markets, and to be called of men, Eabbi, Rabbi. But be not ye called Rabbi : for one is your Master, even Christ ; and all ye are brethren. (See Mark, 12, 38 ; Luke, 11, 43.) 2S, 5 to 8. [ . . . for they make broad their phylac- teries . . . and love the chief place at feasts, and the chief seats in the synagogues, and the salutations in the market places, and to be called of men, Eabbi. But be not ye called Rabbi; for one is your teacher, and all ye are brethren.— E.V.] And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased ; and he that shall humble him- self shall be exalted. (See Luke, 14, 11.) 2S, 12. [ . . . shall be humbled ; and whosoever shall humble himself shall be exalted. — R.V.] Ye pay tithe of mint and anise and cummin, and have omitted the -weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith. (&«Lukell, 42.) 2S, 2S. [Ye tithe mint and anise and cummin, and have left undone the weightier matters of the law, judgement, and mercy, and faith. — E.V.] Ye blind guides, which strain at a gnat, and swallow a camel. 2!S, 24. [Ye blind guides, which strain out the gnat, and swallow the camel. — R.V.] 428 HOLY BIBLE. Ye are liks iinto wliited sepulchres, which Indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men's bones, and of all Uncleanness. Gospel According to St. Matthew. ^3, ^. [ . . . which outwardly appear beautiful, but inwardly are full of dead men's bones, and of all uncleanness. — E.V.] Wars and rumours of wars. S4, 6. The end is not yet. lb. For wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together. (See Luke, 17, 37.) ^4, ^8. Well done, thou good and faithful servant. ^S, SI. [Well done, good and faithful servant. — E.V.] Eeaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed. {See Luke, 19, 21.) 25, U. [Reaping where thou didst not sow, and gathering where thou didst not scatter. — E.V.] For unto everyone that hath shall be given. {See Mark, 4, 25.) • ^S, S9. I was a stranger, and ye took me in. 25, SS. To what purpose is this waste ? S6, 8. Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation : the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak. (&« Mark, 13, 33 ; 14,38; Luke, 22, 40, 46.) 26, 4I. His blood be on ua, and on our children. So the last error shall be worse than the first; • ^,64. [And the last error will be worse than the first.— E.V.] Behold, I send my messenger before thy face. {See Luke, 7, 27.) Gospel according to St. Hark. 1, S. The sabbath was made for man, and not man for the sabbath. 2, 27. And if a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand. {See Luke, 11, 17.) S,2B. [ . . . will not be able to stand. — E.V.] He that hath ears to hear, let him hear. 4,9. [Who hath ears to hear, let him hear.^ E.V.] My name is Legion: for we are many. {See Luke, 8, 30.) 5, '9. And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing bettered, but rather grew worse. _ _ B, S6, Where their worm dleth Hot, and the firfl is not quenched. 9, 44* Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. {See Matt., 19, 13 ; Luke, 18, 15.) 10, 14. [Suffer the little children to come imto me ; forbid them not : for of such . . . — ^E.?.] Which devour widows' houses, and for a pretence make long prayers. {See Matt., 23, 14.) n,40. And shall shew signs and wonders, to seduce, if it were possible, even the elect. {See Matt., 24, 24.) tS, SS. [And shall shew signs and wonders, that . they may lead astray, if possible, the elect. — E.V.] For ye have the poor with you always. {See Matt., 26, 11 ; John, 12, 8.) 14, 7. [For ye have the poor always with you. — E.V.] To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace. Gospel according to St. Luke. 1, 79. [To shine upon them that sit in darkiiess and the shadow of death ; To guide our feet into the way of peace. — ^E.V.] On eai-th peace, good vrill towards men. S,14. [And on earth peace among men in whom he is well pleased. — E.V.] Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word. 2, 29. [Now lettest thou thy servant depart, O Lord. According to thy word, in peace. — E.V.] And Jesus increased, in wisdom and stature. 2, 5S. [And Jesus advanced in wisdom and stature. — E.V.] Be content with your wages. 3, I4. Physician, heal thyself .f 4, SS. ' Woe unto you, wheu all men shall speak well of you ! 6', SG. When ye go out of that city, shake ofE the very dust from your feet for a testimony against them. 9, 5. [Wheu ye depart from that city, shake off the dust from your feet . . . — ^R.V.] The lahourer is worthy of his hire. 10, 7. And fell among thieves. 10, SO. [And fell among rohbers. — ^E.V.] He passed by on the other side. 10, 31. Go, and do thou likewise. 10, S7. * Also vv. 46 and 48. t Arabic proverb. NEW TESTAMENT. 429 But one thing ia needful : and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her. • Gospel according to St Luke. 10, 4^. [ ... for Mary hath chosen the good part.— R.V.] , He that is not with me is against me. li, ^3. Woe unto you, lawyers ! for ye have taken away the key of knowledge. 11, 5H. J. . , for ye took away the key of know- ge.— E.V.] Take thine ease, eat, drink, and he merry. IS, 19. Let your loins be girded about, and your . lights burning. jfg, S5. [ . . . your lamps burning. — B.V.] Friend, go up higher. 14, 10. I have married a wife, and therefore I cannot come, I4, W. Wasted his substance with riotous living. 13, A The husks that the swine did eat. 15, 16. And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it. 15, 23. [And bring the fatted caH . . .— E.V.] The children of this world are in their generation wiser than the children of light. 16,8. [The sons of this world are for theiJ own generation wiser tha,n the sons of Ught. — E.V.] Make to yourselves friends of the mammon of unrighteousness. 16, 0. [Make to yourselves friends by means of the mamiuon of unrighteousness. — R.V.] Between us and yon there is a great gulf fixed: so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot ; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence. 16, S6. I ... a, great gulf fixed, that they which would pass from hence to you may not be able, and that none may cross over fi'om thence to us. — ^E.V.] It were better for Jum that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones. 17', S. [It were well for him if a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were thrown into the sea, rather than that he should cause one of these Uttle ones to stumble. — K.V.] We are unprofitable servants : we have done that which was our duty to do. 17, 10. [■• . which it was our duty to do. — E.V.] ' Men ought always to pray, ancl not to faint. 18, 1. \ [They ought always . , . — E.V.] How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God ! {See Mark, 10, 24.) 18, U. Out of thine own mouth will I judge thee. m, n. If these should hold their peace, the stones will immediately cry out. Id, 4O, [If these shall hold their peace, the stones will cry out. — E.V.] In your patience possess ye your souls. U, 19. [In your patience ye shall win your souls. — E.V.] Nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. n, 4^. If they do these things in a green tree, what shall be done in the dry ? 2S, SI. [ . . . the green tree . . . — ^E.V.] Father, forgive them ; for they know not what they do. 23, S4. Father, into thy hands I commend mv ■pirit. %S, 46. Why seek ye the living among the dead ? ^4,5. And their words seemed to them as idle .tales. Z4, 11. He came unto his own, and his own re- ceived him not. Gospel according to St. John. 1, 11. [He came unto his own, and they that were his own received him not. — E. v.] Whose shoe's latchet I am not worthy to unloose. 1, 27. [The latchet of whose shoe I am not worthy to unloose. — E.V.] Can there any good thing come out of Nazareth? 1, 46. [Can any good thing . . , — E.V.] Behold an Israelite indeed, in whom is no guile ! 1, 47. The zeal of thine house hath eaten me u 3 up. ',17. Pemember Lot's wife. 17, St [The zeal of thine house shall eat me up. — E.V.] The wind bloweth where it listeth. S, 8. Men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. S, 19. [Men loved the darkness rather than the light; for their works were evil.^-E.Y.] He must increase, but I must decrease. 430 HOLY BIBLE. God is a Spirit: and thoy that worship him miist worship him in spirit and in truth. Gospel according to St. John. 4t ^4- r . . . must worship in spirit and truth. — E.V.] White ah-eady to harvest. •#, So. [ . . . unto harvest. — R.V.] Passed from death unto life. S, f^ [Passed out of death into life. — E.V.] He was a burning and a shining light. S, S5. [He was the lamp that bumeth and shineth.— R.V.] Search the scriptures. 5, 39. [Ye search the scriptures. — E.T.] What are they among so many ? 6, 9. [What are these among so many ? — R.V.] Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost. 6, It. [Gather up the broken pieces which re- main over, that nothing be lost. — E.V.] It is the si^irit that quiokeneth. 6, 63. Judge not according to the appearance. 7,^4. [ . . . according to appearance. — E.V.] He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her. 8, 7 The truth shall make you free. 8, SZ. He is a liar, and the father of it. 8, 44- [ . . . and the father thereof. — E.V.] The night cometh, when no man can work. 9, 4. And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold. 10, 16. For the poor always ye have with you. {See also Matt., 26, 11 ; Mark, H, 7.) 12, 8. [For the poor ye have always with vou. — E.V.] Walk while ye have the light. 12, 35. For they loved the praise of men more than the praise of God. W, 43- [For they loved the glory of men more than the glory of God. — E.V.] By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye have love one to another. 13, S5. Let not your heart be troubled. I4, 1. In my Father's house are many mauuions. 14,2. Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. 16, 13. They hated me without a cause. 15, 25. I have yet many things to say unto you, but ye cannot beai' them now. r 16, 13. Pilate saith unto hiro, What is truth ? 18, 38. Now Barabbas was a robber. 18, 40. What I have written I have written. 19, 22. Be not faithless, but believing. W, 27. The disciple whom Jesus loved. SI, 20. Even the world itself could not contain the books that should be written. 21, 25. [ . . . would not contain the books that should be written.^E.V.] His bishoprick let another take. Acts of the Apostles. 1, 20. [His office let another take. — E.V.] Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams. g, 17. My flesh shall rest in hope. 2, 26. [ . . . shall dwell in hope. — E.V.] Silver and gold have I none ; but such as I have give I thee. 3, 6. [ . , . but what I have, that give I thee. -E.V.] They took knowledge of them, that they had been with Jesus. 4, 13. If this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought : But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God. 5, 38, 39. [If this counsel or this work be of men, it will be overthrovra : But if it is of God, ye will not be able to overthrow them ; lest haply ye be found even to be fighting against God. — R.V.] Till another king arose, which knew not Toseph. {See Exodus, 1, 8.) 7, IS. [Till there arose another king over Egypt, which knew not Joseph. — E.V.] Who made thee a nUer and a judge over us i* 7, 27. Lay not this sin to their charge. 7, 60. Thou hast neither part nor lot in this matter. s, 21. Thou art in the gall of bitterness, and in the bond of iniquity. s, 23. It is hard for thee to kick against the pricks.* ;) g [Omitted m E.V.] What God hath cleansed, that call not thou common. 10 is. [What God hath cleansed, make not thou common. — E.V,] ' * npbs m'^Tpa t)A\ Aii«Tife.— JEschvlus, "As-'a- moninoji." line 1635. (" Do not kick' against the pricks.") NEW TESTAMENT. 431 God is no respecter of persons. Acts of the Apostles. 10, 34. The unbelieving Jews. . J^i ^ [The Jews that were disobedient. — E.V.] We also are men of lite passions with you. 14, 15. Como over into Macedonia, and help us. IG, 9. Certain lewd fellows of the baser sort. 17, 5. [Certain vile fellows of the rabble. — E.V.] I perceive tbat in all things ye are too superstitious. 17, 22. ' [In all things I perceive that ye are some- what superstitious. — ^R.V.] To the Unknown God. 17, 23. [To an unknown God. — R.V.] In him we live, and move, and have our being. 17, 28. And Grallio eared for none of those things. 18, 17. [ . . . these things, — ^R.V.] Mighty in the scriptures. IS, 24. Great is Diana of the Ephesians. 19, 28. The law is open. . 19, 38. [The courts are open. — ^R.V.] It is more blessed to give than to receive. 20, 35. Brought up in this city at the feet of Gamaliel. 22, 3. A conscience void of offence toward God, and toward men. 24, 16. [ . . . toward God and men alway. — R.V.] When I have a convenient season, I will caU for thee. 24, 25. [ . . . I will call thee unto me. — E.V.] I appeal imto Caesar. 25, 11. After the most straitest sect of our religion I lived a Pharisee. 26, 5. [After the straitest sect . . . — E.V.] Much learning doth make thee mad. 26, 24. [Thy much learning doth turn thee to madness. — K.V.] Words of truth and soberness. 26, 25. This thing was not done in a comer. 26, 26. Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian. ^6, 28. [With but little persuasion thou wouldest fain make nie a QhJistian, — B.V.] ' Without ceasing I make mention of you always in my prayers. Epistle to the Romans. 1, 9. [Unceasingly I make mention of you, always in my prayers making request, etc.— E.V.] The i ust shall live by faith. (See Hebrews, 10,38.) 1,17. [The righteous shall live by faith. — E.V.] Served the creature more than the Creator. 1, 25. [ . . . the creature rather than the Creator.-E.V.] There is no respect of persons with God. As some afBrm that we say, Let us do evil, that good may come. 3, S. There is no fear of God before their eyes. 3, 18. Who against hope believed in hope. 4t IS. [Who in hope believed against hope.— E.V.] Hope maketh not ashamed, 5, 5. [Hope putteth not to shame. — ^E.V.] The wages of sin is death. 6, 23. For the good that I would I do not : but the evil which I would not, that I do. 7, 10. [For the good which I would I do not : but the evil which I would not, that I practise. — E.V.] Who shall deliver me from the body of this death ? 7, 24. [Who shall deliver me out of the body . . .— E.V.] To be carnally minded is death. 8, 6. [The mind of the flesh is death. — E.V.] All things work together for good to them that love God. 8, 28. [To them that love God all things work together for good.— E.V.] A stumbling-stone and rock of offence. (*'« 1 Peter, 2, 8.) 9, 33. [A stone of stumbling and u, rock of offence.— E.V. ] A zeal of God, but not according to know- ledge. 10, 2. [A zeal for God . . .— E.V.] Abhor that which is evil ; cleave to that which is good. 12, 9. Not slothful in business ; fervent in spirit. 12, 11. [In diligence not slothful; fervent in spirit.— E.V. ] Given to hospitality. 2,13. 432 HOLY BIBLE. Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. Epistle to the Romans. IS, 15. [Rejoice with them that rejoice; weep with them that weep. — E.V.] Mind not high things, hut condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in your own conceits. 1^, 16. [Set not your mind on high things, but condescend to things that are lowly. Be not wise in your own conceits. — ^R.V.] Lire peaceably with all men. It, IS. [Be at peace with all men. — E.V.] Vengeance is mine ; I will repay, saith the Lord. li, 19. [Vengeance belongeth unto me ; I will recompense, saith the Lord. — E.V.] In so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. {See Proverbs, 25, 22.) 12, tO. [ . . . upon his head. — E.V.] Be not overcome of evil, hut overcame evil with good. 1^, Zl. The powers that be are ordained of God. 13, 1. Eender therefore to all their dues. IS, 7. [Eender to all their dues. — E.V.] Owe no man anything. IS, 8. Love is the fulfilling of the law. IS, 10. [Love therefore is the fulfilment of the law.— E.V.] The night is far spent, the day is at hand : let us therefore cast off the works of dark- ness, and let us put on the armour of light. IS, 12. [The night is far spent, and the day is at hand . . .— E.V.] Doubtful disputations. 14, 1- Let every man be fully persuaded in his own mind. H, 5. [Let each man be fully assured in his own mind.— E.V.] That no man put a stumbling-block or an occasion to fall in his brother's way. H, IS. [That no man put a stumbling-block in his brother's way, or an occasion of fall- ing.— E.V.] The f oolislmess of preaching. First Epistle to the Corinthians. 1, 21. [The foolishness of the preaching. — R.V.] Enticing words of man's wisdom. 2, 4. [Persuasive words of wisdom.— R.V.] Bye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepai'ed for them that love him. 2, 9. [Tilings which eye saw not, and ear heard not, And which entered not into the heart of man. Whatsoever things God prepared for them that love him.— E.V.] I have iJanted, ApoUos watered; but God gave the increase. S, 6. [I planted ... .— 3.V.] Every man's work shall be made mani- fest. S,1S. [Each man's work . . . — E.V.] Te are the temple of God. S, 16. [Ye are a temple of God.— E.V.] The wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. S, 19. Ministers of Christ, and stewards of the mysteries of God. 4> 1- That ye might learn in us not to think of men above that which is written.* 4, G. [That in us ye might learn not to go beyond the things which are written. — E.V.] A spectacle unto the world, and to angels. 4,9. Absent in body, but present in spirit. 0, o. A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. 5, a. I speak this by permission, and not of commandment. 7, 6". [ ... by way of permission . . . — E.V.] It is better to marry than to bum. 7, 9. The fashion of this world passeth away. 1,31. Knowledge pufleth up, but charity edi- fieth. S, 1. [ ... but love edifieth.— E.V.] If meat make my brother to offend, I will eat no flesh while the world standeth, lest I make my brother to offend. 8, 13. [If meat maketh my brother to stumble, I will eat no flesh for evermore, that I make not my brother to stumble. — R.V.] Thou shalt not muzzle the mouth of the ox that treadeth out the corn. (Jiee Deut. , 25, 4 ; 1 Tim., 5, 18.) 9, 9. [Thou shalt not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn. — R.V.] I am made all things to all men. 9, 2i. [I am become all things to all men. — E.V.] They do it to obtain a cormjitible crown ; but we an incorruptible. 9, 25. [ ... to receive a corruptible crown ; . . .— R.V.] So fight I, not as one that beateth the air. 9,26. [So fight I, as not beating the air. — R.V.] * This is oftcu quoted, " not to be wise above that which is written," and is so translated liy Prof. Scholeftoltl in his "Hints for an Improvod Translation of thc-New Testament," " ■ NEW TESTAMENT. 433 But I keep under my tody, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, •when I haTO preached to others, I myself should be a castaway. First Epistle to the Corinthians. 9, il7. [But I buffet my body, and bring it into bondage ; lest by any means, after that I have preached to others, . . . — E.V.] Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall. 10, 1'2. I speak as to wise men ; judge ye what I say. 10, IB. All things are lawful for me, but all things are not expedient. 10, 2S. [All thiugs are lawful ; but all things are not expedient. — ^R.V.] The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof. 10, 26 and 28. Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God. 10, 31. Now there are diversities of gifts, but the same Spirit. 12, 4- But covet earnestly the best gifts ; and yet shew I unto you a more excellent way. 12, 31. [But desire earnestly the greater ^ts. And a still more excellent way shew I unto you.-B.V.] Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 13, 1. [K I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am become soundmg brass, or a clanging cymbal. — E.V.] Charity suffereth long, and is kind. 13, 4. [Love suffereth long, . . . — ^E.V.] Charity never f aileth. 13, S. [Love never faileth.— E.V.] When I became a man, I put away childish things. 13, 11. [Now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. — K. V.] For now we see through a gl^s, darkly. 13, 12. [For now we see in a mirror, darkly. — E.V.] ' •^ And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. 13, IS. [But now abideth faith, hope, love, these three; and the greatest of these is love. — E.T.] Let your women keep silence in the churches. 14^ 34, [Let the yiomea keep silence in the churches.— E. v.] 28 a Let all things be done decently, and in order. I4, 40. I laboured more abundantly than they all. IB, 10. Fallen asleep in Christ. 13, IS. Let us eat and diink ; for to-morrow we die. IS, 32. Evil communications corrupt good man- ners.* 1B,S3.- [Evil company doth corrupt good man- ners.— E.V.] There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial. IS, 4O. The first man is of the earth, earthy. IS, 47. Jn a moment, in the twinkling of an eye. 15, S2. . O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory ? IB, BS. [0 death, where is thy victory ? death, where is thy sting ? — E.T.] Let him be Anathema Maran-atha. 16, 22. [Let him be Anathema. Maran atha.+— E.V.] The letter Mlleth, but the spirit maketh alive. Second Epistle to the Corinthians. 3, 6. [The letter kiUeth, but the spirit giveth ]ife.-E.V.] But we have this treasure in earthen vessels.? 4, 7. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for ns a far more exceed- ing and eternal weight of glory. 4, 17. [For our Tight affliction, which is for the moment, worketh for us more and more exceedingly an eternal weight of glory. — For we walk by faith, not by sight. S, 7. Old things are passed away ; behold, all things are become new. S, 17. [The old things are passed away ; behold, they are become new. — E.V.] Now then we are ambassadors for Christ. S,20. [We are ambassadors therefore on behalf of Christ.— E. v.] Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation. 6, 2. [At an acceptable time I hearkened unto thee. And in a day of salvation did I succour thee.— E.V.] * See ibBupoviTiv (Greek Quotations), t Maran atha = The Lord cojiieth. tSee Browning (p. 30): "The enithen vessel holding ti*easure " ; and Herbert (p. 161) ; " Treasures from an earthen pot." 434 HOLY BIBLE. By evil report aud good report. Second Epistle to the Corinthians. 6, 8. As having nothing, and yet possessing all things. e, 10. Without were fightings, within were fears. 7,5. Ye son'owed to repentance. 7, 9. [Ye were made sorry unto repentance.— E.V.] God loveth a cheerful giver. 9, 7. For his letters, say they, are weighty and powerful ; but his bodily presence is weak, and his speech contemptible. 10, 10. [For, His letters, they say, are weighty and strong ; but his bodily presence is weak, and his speech of no account. — E.V.] Forty stripes save one. 11, f^. A thorn in the flesh. 1^, 7. My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 1^, 9. [ . . . for my power is made perfect in weakness. — E.V.] In the mouth of two or three witnesses shall every word be established. IS, 1. [At the mouth of two witnesses or three shall every word be established. — R.V.] The right hands of fellowship. Epistle to the Galatians. f, 9. Weak and beggarly elements. ^, 9. [Weak and beggarly rudiments. — R.V.] I have bestowed upon you labour in vain. 4,11. [I have bestowed labour upon vou in vain.— R. v.] It is good to be zealously affected always in a good thing. 4, 18. [It is good to be zealously sought in a good matter at all times.— R.V.] Which things are an allegory. 4, 24. [Which things contain au allegorv. — E.V.] *= ^ A little leaven leaveneth the whole lump. 5. 9. Bear ye one another's burdens. 6, 2. For every tnan shall bear his own burden. 6,6. [For each man . . . — R.V.] Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he ako reap. g 7. Let Us not be weary in well-doing : for in due season we shall reap, if wo faint not 6, 9. Middle wall of partition. Epistle to the Ephesians. S, 1//. The unsearchable riches of Christ, 3, 8, Carried about with every wind of doctrine. 4,14. Be ye angry, and sin not : let not the sun go down upon your wrath. 4, ~(>. That which is good to the use of edifying. 4,^9. [Such as is good for edifying as the need may be.— E.V.] Let no man deceive you with vain words. 5,U. [ . . . empty words. — E.V.] Eedeeming the time, because the days are evil. 5, IG. Fsalms and hymns and spiritual songs. (&c Coloss., 3, 16.) 5, 19. And they two shall be one flesh. 5, 31. [And the twain shall become one flesh. — E.V.] The first commandment with promise. 6,2. Bring them up in the nurture and admoni- tion of the Lord. 6, 4- [Nurture them in the chastening and admonition of the Lord. — E.V.] The shield of faith. 6, 16. For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain. Epistle to the Philippians. 1, 21. Whose God is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame. 3, 19. [Whose god is the belly ... — E.V.] Our vile body. 3, 21. [The body of our humiliation. — E. V.] True yokefellow. 4, 3, The peace of God, which passeth all underetanding. ^, 7. Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatso- ever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. 4, 8. [Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever thmgs are honourable . . . — E.V.] I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content ^, n. [ . . . therewith to be content. — E.V.] Thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers : all things were created by him, and for him. Epistle to the Colossians. 1, 16. [ ... all things have been created through him, and unto him. — E.V.] Touch not ; taste not ; handle not, 2, 21. [Handle not, nor taste, nor touch.— B.V.] NEW TESTAMENT. 435 Set your affection on things atove. Epistle to the Colossians. S, S. [Set your mind on the things that are above.— E.V.] Husbands, love your wives, and be not bitter against them. S, 19. And whatsoever ye do, do it heartily, as to the Lord, and not unto men. S, S3. [Whatsoever ye do, work heai'tily, as unto the Lord, and not unto men. — E.V.] Masters, give unto your servants that which is just and equal. 4i ^■ [Masters, render unto . . . — E.V.] Let your speech be alway with giace, seasoned with salt. 4> (>• [ . . . always with grace . . . — E.V.] Luke, the beloved physician. 4, H- Eemembering without ceasing your work of faith, and labour of love. First Epistle to the Thessalonlans. 1, 3. And that ye study to be quiet, and to do your own business. 4, H- Pray without ceasing. 5, 17. Prove all things ; hold fast that which is good. 5, 21. Be not weary in well-doing. Second Epistle to the Thessalonians. S, 13. Fables and endless genealogies, First Epistle to Timothy. 1, 4- The law is good, if a man use it lawfully. 1,8. I did it ignoranily in unbelief. 1, IS. A faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation. 1, 16. [Faithful is the saying, and worthy of all acceptation. — E.V.] A bishop then must be blameless. (See Titus, 1, 7.) S, t. [The bishop therefore must be without reproach. — ^E.V.] Not greedy of filthy lucre. 3, 3. [No lover of money. — E.V.] One that ruleth well his own house. 3, 4. Every creature of God is good. 4, 4. Let no man despise thy youth. 4, 1'l. Tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not. 5, 13. Drink no longer water, but use a little wine for thy stomach's sake. 5, S3. [Be no longer a drinker of water . . . -E.V.] For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. 6,7. For the love of money is the root of all evil. 6, 10. [For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. — ^E.V.] Fight the good fight of faith. 6, U. [ ... of the faith.— E. v.] Eich in good works. 6, 18. Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come. 6, 19. Science falsely so called. 6, SO. [The knowledge which is falsely so called. — E.V.] Hold fast the form of sound words. Second Epistle to Timothy. 1, 13. [Hold the pattern of sound words. — ^E.V.] Be instant in season, out of season. 4j ^• I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. 4^ ?'• [I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith. — R.V.] A lover of hospitality, a lover of good men, sober, just, holy, temperate. Epistle to Titus. 1,8. [Given to hospitality, a lover of good, sober-minded, just, holy, temperate. — E.V.] Unto the pure all things are pure. /, 15. [To the pure . . . — E.V.] Your work and labour of love. Epistle to the Hebrews. G, 10. [Your work and the love which ye showed toward his name. — B.V.] Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. 11, 1. [Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the proving of things not seen. — E.V.] , Strangers and pilgrims on the earth. 11, 13. Of whom the world was not worthy. 11, 38. Compassed about with so great a "cloud of witnesses. IS, 1, For whom the Lord loveth he ohasteneth. IS, 6. The spirits of just men made perfect. 12, SS. Let brotherly love continue. 13, 1. [Let love of the brethren continue. —E.V.] Thereby some have entertained angels unawares. IS, S. Marriage is honourable in all. 13, 4. Blessed is the man that endureth tempta- tion : for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life. Epistle of James. 1, IS. [ . . . for when he hath been approved, he shall receive the crown of life. — E.V.] / 436 HOLY BIBLE. Every good gift and eveiy perfect gift is from a^ove. Epistle of James, 1, 17. [Every good gift and every perfect boon is from above. — E.V.] Let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath. 1, 19. Pure religion and undefiled. 1, 27. Faith without works is dead. ^, SO. [Faith apart from works is barren. — E.V.] Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth ! S, 5. [Behold, how much wood is kindled by how small a fire ! — E.V.] The tongue can no man tame ; it is an un- ruly evil, full of deadly poison. 3, 8. [ ... it is a restless evil, it is full of deadly poison. — R.V.] Out of the same mouth proceedeth bless- ing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be. S, W. [Out of the same mouth cometh forth blessing and cursing . . . — R.V.] Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. i,7. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. ^, i^. [What is your life ? For ye are a vapour, that appeareth . . . — E.V.J Ye have heard of the patience of Job. 6,11. Let your yea be yea ; and your nay, nay. 5,m. The prayer of faith shall save the sick. 6,15. [ . . . shall save him that is sick. — E.T.]' Be sober, and hope to the end. First Epistle of Peter. 1, IS. [Be sober and set your, hope perfectly. — All flesh is as grass. 1, %^, A peculiar people. », 9. [A people for God's own possession. — ^E. V.] Fear God. Honour the king, 2, 17. ^Tie ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. S,4. [Apparel of a meek and quiet spirit. — Giving honour unto the wife, as unto the weaker vessel. s, 7. [Giving honour unto the woman, as unto the weaker vessel. — ^E.V.] Finally, bo ye all of one mind. S, 8, [Finally, be ye all likeminded.— E.V.] Charity shall cover the multitude of sins. 4,8. [Love covereth a multitude of sins.— R.V.] Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devfl, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour. S, 8. [Be sober, be watchful ; your adversary . . . — E.V.] No prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation. Second Epistle of Peter, 1, SO. [No prophecy of scripture is of private interpretation. — E.V.] Not afraid to speak evil of dignities. 2,10. [They tremble not to rail at dignities. — E.V.] The dog is turned to his own vomit again. (See Prov., 26, 11.) SI, 22. [The dog turning to his own vomit again. — E.V.] Shutteth up his bowels of compassion. First Epistle of John, S, 17. [Shutteth up his compassion. — ^R.V,] Perfect love casteth out fear. 4, IS. A railing accusation. (See 2 Peter, 2, U.) Epistle of Jude. 9. [A raiUng judgement. — E.V.] Spots in your feasts of charity, 12. [Hidden rooks in your love-feasts. — E.V.] Wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness for ever. 13. [Wandering stars, for whom the blackness of darkness hath been reserved for ever. — E.V.] His voice as the soimd of many waters. The Revelation, 1, 15. [His voice as the voice of many waters, — R.V.] I have somewhat against thee, because thou hast left thy first love. 2, 4. [I have this against thee, that thou didst leave thy first love. — E.V.] Be thou faithful nnto death, and I will give thee a crown of life. 2, 10. [ ... the crown of life.— E.V.] He shall rule them with a rod of iron. 2, 27 and 19, 16. Thou hast a few names even in Sardis which have not defiled their garments. 3, 4. [But thou hast a few namns in Sardis which did not defile their garments.— R.V.] I know thy works, that thou ai-t neither ■cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot- 3, 15. [To the church of the Laodiceaus.] He went forth conquering and to conquer. g g_ [He came forth , . , — E.V.] ' BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER. 437 A great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations, and kindreds, and people, aud tongues. The Revelation. 7, 9. [A great multitude, which no man could number, out of every nation, and of all tribes and peoples and tongues. — E.V.] These are they which came out of great tribulation. /, 14. [These are they which come out of the great tribulation. — E.V.] God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. 7, 17 and n, 4. [God shall wipe away every tear from their eyes. — R.V.] Their works do follow them. 14, 13. [Their works follow with them. — E.V.] The vials of the wi-ath of God. 16, 1. [The seven bowls of the wrath of God.— B.V.] Babylon the great is fallen, is fallen . IS, S. [Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great.— E.V.] And the sea gave up the dead which were in it. W, IS. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes. SI, 4- [And he shall wipe away every tear from their eyes. — E.V.] The former things are passed away. ll>. [The first things are passed away. — E.V.] I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last. S2, IS. [I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end. — E.V.] Whosoever loveth and maketh a lie. 22, 15. [Everyone that loveth and maketh a lie. -E.V.1 BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER. Nor can we expect that men of factious, peevish, and perverse spirits should be satis- fied with anything that can be done in this kind by any other than themselves. Preface. There was never anything by the wit of man so well devised, or so sure established, which in continuance of time hath not been corrupted. Concerning the Service. We have left undone those things which we ought to have done ; And we have done those things which we ought not to have done. General Confession. The noble army of martyrs. Te Deum. That peace which the world cannot give. 2nd Collect ; Evening Prayer. Miserable sinners. Litany. From all blindness of heart ; from pride, vainglory, and hypocrisy; from envy, hatied, and malice aud all uucharitableness. lb. The deceits of the world, the flesh, and the devil. _ lb. False doctrine, heresy, and schism. lb. The kindly fruits of the earth. lb. Sins, negligences, and ignorances. lb. The sighing of a contrite heart. lb. Abate their pride, assuage their malice, And confound their devices. Prayer in the Time of War. All sorts and conditions of men. Prayer for all Conditions of Men. Aifiicted or distressed in mind, body, or estate. lb. Eead, mark, learn, and inwardly digest. Collects : 2nd Sunday in Advent. The ministers and stewards of thy mysteries. 3rd Sunday in Advent. The glory that shall be revealed. St. Stephen's Day. Evil thoughts which may assault and hurt the soul. 2nd Sunday in Lent. Have mer(gr upon all Jews, Turks, Infidels, and Hereticks. Good Friday. Put away the leaven of malice and wickedness. 1st Sunday after Easter. The unruly wills and affections of sinful men. ith Sunday after Easter. The suniUy and manifold changes of the world. lb. A right judgment in all things. Whit Sunday. True and laudable service. 13th Sunday after Trinity. Carried away with every blast of vain doctrine. St. Mark's Day. Covetous desires and inordinate love of riches, St. Matthew's Day. 438 HOLY BIBLE. Lay not up for yourselves treasure upon the earth ; where the rust and moth doth corrupt.* The Communion. St. Matt. , 6. Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, even so do unto them.* 7. If I have done any wrong to any man, I restore four-fold.* St. Luke, 19. Who goeth a warfare at any time of his own cost f * 1 Cm'. , 9. He that soweth little shall reap little ; and he that soweth plenteously shall reap plen- teously. Let every man do according as he is disposed in his heart.* 2 Cor., 9. Whatsoever reap.* man soweth that shall he Gal.,G. While we have time, let us do good unto all men.* lb. Godliness is great riches, if a man be con- tent with that he hath ; for we brought nothing into the world, neither may we carry any thing out.* 1 Tim., 6. Beady to give, and glad to distribute.* lb. He will not forget your works, and labour that prooeedeth of love.* Seb., 6. To do good and to distribute forget not.* IS. Never turn thy face from anv poor man.* Tobit, 4. If thou hast much, give plenteously ; if thou hast little, do thy diligence gladly to give of that little.* lb. And look, what he layeth out, it shall be paid him again.* Frov., 19, Blessed be the man that provideth for the sick and needy.* Fs., 41- Come unto me all that travail and are heavy laden, and I will refresh you.* St. Matt., 11, $S. This is a true saying, and worthy of all men to be received.* 1 Tim., 1, 15. The changes and chances of this mortal life. Communion. Collect. Renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of the world. Public Baptism of Infants. The pomps and vanity of this wicked world. Catechism. To be true and just in all my dealing. lb. To keep my hands from picking and steal., ing, and my tongue from evil speaking, lying, and slandering, lb. * The above ..seventeen passages differ from llie Authorised Version of the Bible. To do my duty in that slate of life, unto which it shall please God to call me. lb. An outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace. lb. Being by nature bom in sin, and the children of wrath. _ lb. If any of you know cause or just impedi- ment. Solemnisation of Matrimony. Like brute-beasts that have no under- standing, li- Let him now speak, or else hereafter for ever hold his peace. lb. To have and to hold from this day for- ward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. lb. To love, cherish, and to obey. lb. With this Eing I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow. lb. Earth to earth, ashe3 to ashes, dust to dust ; in sure and certain hope of the Resur- rection to eternal life. Burial of the Dead. Man that is bom of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misenr. He Cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. * /*. lu the midst of life we are in death. lb. Suffer us not at our last houi', for any pains of death, to fall from thee. lb. They rest from their labours.f lb. Enable with perpetual light The dulness of our blinded sight. Ordering of Priests. A fond thing vainly invented, and grounded upon no warranty of Scripture. Articles. No. 22. A tongue not understanded of the people. No. 24. Ought to be taken by the whole multitude of the faithful, as an Heathen and Publican. No. 33. Their feet are swift to shed blood. Psalter.t Fs. I4, G. As it were a ramping and a roaring lion. 22, 13. A horse is counted but a vain thing to save a man. 33, 16. • This is from Job, 14, 1 and 2, but differs from the Authorised Version. t See Rev., 14, 18. } The passages quoted differ, in all cases, iioia tlie Psalms in the Authorised Veraion. BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER. 439 I have teen young, and now am old ; and yet saw I never the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging their bread. Psalter. S7, $d. The ungodly flourishing like a green bay tree. §7, 36. I kept silence, yea even from good words ; but it was pain and grief to me. 39, S. that I had wings like a dove, for then would I flee away, and be at rest. 55, 6. Even thou, my companion, my guide, and mine own familiar friend. 55, I4. Which refuseth to hear the voice of the charmer, charm he never so wisely. 58, 5. The God that maketh men to be of one mind in an house. 68, 6. And I said, It is mine own infirmity. 77, 10. The sorrowful sighing of the prisoners. 79, m. Make them lika unto a wheel.* 83, IS. We bring our years to an end, as it were a tale that is told. 90, 9. The days of our age are threescore years and ten ; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years, yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone. The iron entered into his soul, 105, 18, A good man is merciful, and lendeth. 112, 5. I labour for peace, but when I speak unto them thereof, they make them ready to battle. im, 6. A city that is at unity in itself. 1S2, 3. Eehold how good and joyful a thing it is. brethren, to dwell together in unity ! 133, 1. * This is " a bitter Earcasm against the grand tour," says Sterne ("Tristram Shandy," Vol. 7, chap. 13.) 441 MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS. L— WAIFS ANiy STRAYS, Always verify your references. Advice given, Nov. ^9, 18/17, by Dr. South, Freaident of Magdalen College, to Bean Burgon, then ieUow of Oriel College. — " Burgon' s Memoir of Br. South." " Another confinoation of the advice given by one aged sage to somebody who sought his guidance in life, namely, * Always wind up your watch and verify your quotations.' " — SyeoA ii/ the Earl ofRosebery, Nov. 23, 1897. Summer is y-oomen in ; Loude sing cuckoo ! For he was a gentyll knyght.* Ancient Ballad of the Battle of Otter- bourne. ( Written probably c. 1450.) From her thought He is a hanished man. The Nut-Brown Maid. (Published in "Arnold's Chronicle," 1521, as "an Old Ballad.") I saw the new moon late yestreen, With the auld moon in her arm. Ballad, " Sir Patrick Spens." {Sup- posed to jlatefrom 15th Century.) Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moone in hir arme ; And, if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm. lb. {Another Version.) Itt's pride that putts this country e downe ; Man, take thme old oloake about thee. Old Ballad, supposed to have been of Scottish origin; see Percy's " Rel- iques," Book ^, 7. {Quoted in " Oth- ello," Act g, 2.) He had one only daughter and no mo', The which he loved passing well. Jephthah, Judge of Israel. {Old Ballad, quoted in " Mamlet," Act $, 2.) Winter wakeneth all my care; Now these leaves waxeth hare. Oft I sigh, and moume sare. When it coraeth in my thought. Of this world's joy, how it go'th all to nought. Bitty on the Vncertainty of Life, c. 1250. * See Chancer (p. 74) ; and Spenser (p. 344). Eryng us in no hefe, for there is many bonys. But bryng us in good ale, for that goth down at onys. From a song of the 15th or late l^th Century. See " Songs and Carols," Thos. Wright. The heading of the song is :— Bryng ns in good ale, anct bryng us in good ale; For our biyseyd lady sak, bring us in good ale. Another (inferior) version is given by Bit- son; See also under Proverbs : " He that buys laud," etc. Harder hap did never Two kind hearts dissever. The King of France's Batighter. {Ancient Black-letter Ballad.) My love he loves another love ; Alas, sweetheart, why does he so ? The Mourning Maiden. {Scottish Poem, 0. 1560.) Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys ye may. For my lyff days ben gan. Ancient Ballad of Chevy Chase. (Said to be by Richard Sheale, andprobabli/ written c. 1450-1500). Fytte 2, st. IS. The chylde may rue that ys unbome. It was the more pitte.f U. 27. For Wetharryngton my harte was wo That ever he slayne shulde be ; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to. Yet he knyled and fought on hys knee. St. SO. The later and more commonly received version, supposed to have been written about a century later, gives these lines as follows :— For Witheriugton needs must I wayle, As one in doleful dumpes ; For when his leggs were smitten off. He fcaght upon his stumpes. Fight on, my men. Sir Andrew says, A little I'm hurt, but yet not slain ; I'll but lie-doWn and bleed awhile. And then I'll rise and fight again. Ballad of Sir Andrew Barton. {16th Century.) t In the more modern version :— " The child n:ay rue that is unborne, ; The hunting of that day." 442 MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS. Fight on, fight on, my merry men all, A little I am hurt, yet not slain ; I'll but lie down and bleed awhile. And come and fight with you again. Ballad of Sir Andreiv Barton. {Another Version.) Said John, " Fight on, my merry men all, I am a little wounded, but am not slain ; I will lay me down for to bleed awhile. Then I'll rise and fight with you again." Johnny Armstrong's Last Good-night. (.Found in " Wit Restored," 165S). 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. Bay's History of the Eehellion, p. i8, 175^. For he that fights and runs away May live to fight another day. Musarum Delicim. {A Collection of " Witty Trifles" by Sir John Mennis and Dr. James Smith, 1656. ) Tliat same man that reuueth awaie Male fight again on other dale. JSrasmus. (Apothegms, ir. by Udall, See 'AiT|p 6 ifiev'Yui/ ; Butler, " For those that fly," etc., "Hudibras," 1, 3 (p. 49), and 8. 3 (p. 50) ; Goldsmith, " Art of Poetry," p. 14S. There was a youth, and a well-beloved youth, And he was a squire's son ; He loved the bailiff's daughter dear That lived in Islington.* Yet she was coy, and would not believe That he did love her so ; No, nor at any time would she Any countenance to him show. True Love Bequited; or, The Bailif's Daughter of Lslington. {Ancient Black-letter Ballad.) And whan the[y] cametoKyngAdlauds hall, Untill the fayre hall yate, There they found a proud porter Rearing himselfe thereatt. King Estmere. {Old Ballad, 15th century.) St. 44. And up and spak' the young bride's mother ■Who never was heard to speak so free. ' Lord Beichan. Old Border Ballad. Tra- ditional. (Taken from J. H. Dixon's version, Percy Society publication.) I'm going, my Lady Nancy Belle, Strange countries for to see. Lord Lovel. (Old Ballad.) Lady Nancy she died out of pure, pure grief, Lord Lovel he died out of sorrow, sorrow li • Supposed to refer to Islington in Norfolk, near Lynn, now Tilney-eum-Islington. When it was gi-own to dark midnight, And all were fast asleep. In came Margaret's grimly ghost, And stood at Willmm's feet. Part of an old Ballad quoted in Beau- mont and Fletcher's "Knight of the Burning Pestle," Act i. Yet one of them, more hard Of heart Did vowe to do his charge. Because the wretch, that fired him. Had paid him very large. Tlte Children in the Wood. Black-letter ballad, Pepys collection. St. 12. And he that was of mildest mood Did slaye the other there. St. IS. Aijd I wish his soul in heaven may dwell, Who first invented this leathern bottel ! The Leathern Bottel. Somersetshire A degenerate nobleman, or one that is proud of his birth, is like a turnip. There is nothing good of him but that which is underground. " Characters." A Degenerate Noble- man. Saml. Butler (1612-1680). Often quoted : " is like a potato ; the only good pait of hi in is underground." Three merry men, .And three merry men. And three merry men be we. Westward Hoc (160/) by Decker and Webster. See Fletcher, p. 125 ; also Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 2, 3. But whether we have less or more, AlwOT thank we God therefor. Fabliau of Sir Cle>/es. (15th Centurv MS.) •' For Corin was her only joy, Who forstf her not a pin. Harpalus' Complaint of Phillida's love bestowed on Corin. (Tottel's Collection of Songs and Sonnets, 1557.) Ureensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my dehght, Qreensleeves was my heart of gold And who but Lady Greensleeves'? A new Courtly Sonnet of the Lady Green- sleeves, to the new tune of " Green- sleeves." (From "A Handful of Pleasant Dclites," IS84.) (See "Merry Wives of Windsor," Act 2, 1; and Act 5, 6; seep. 278.) Under floods that are deepest. Which Neptune obey. Over rocks that are steepest. Love will find out the way. Love will find out the way. (Old Song.) + Forst = loved. WAIFS AND STRAYS. 443 Come, give us your plain-dealiiig fellows, Who never &om honesty shrink, Not thinking of all they should tell us, Btit telling us all that they think. The Broderers' Song. Ancient amg, said to have been repeated or siatff at the dinners of the Uroderera' {Em- broiderers') Company/. My mind to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I find As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God or Nature hath assigned.* Printed about 1585 in Byrd's " Psalmes, Sonets, and Songs ofSadnes andPietie." I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain. lb, I think Nature hath lost the mould Where she her shape did take ; Or else I douht if Nature could So fair a creature make. A Praise of his Lady. TottePs " Mis- cellany," 1557. Similar lines appear in "A Fi-aise of his Love," by the Earl of Sureey, d. 1647. A ship is sooner rigged by far than a gentlewoman made ready. Linijiia ; or, The Five Senses.^ Act 4, 6. A sMp is ever in need of repairing.^ — John Taylor {Water Poet), "A Navy of LandsJiips." An old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman who had a great estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate. The Old and Toung Courtier. {Ballad, temp. James I.) Beason, thou vain impertinence, Deluding hypocrite, begone ! And go and plague your men of sense, But let my love and me alone. At best thou'rt but a glimmeiing light, Which serves not to direct our way ; But, like the moon, confounds our sight, And only shows it is not day. Season. {From " Miscellany Poems and Translations by Oxford Sands." Printed 1685.) Love, Love, onthy sowle God have mercye ! For as Peter is prineeps apoatoloi-wm, So to the[e] may be said clerlye Of all f oolys that ever was, stultusstultontm. The Epitaphe of Love, the Kinge's Foole. Bodl. MSS., e. temp. Senry VLLL. • Attributed to Sir Edward Dyer (1640-1607). " My mind's my kingdom." — F. Quaeles (1592- 1044). " School of the Heart," Ode 4, st. 3. t A play of James I.*8 reign, erroneously attributed to Anthony Brewer. t The expression is a proverbial one derived ft'om classical times. See Latia Quotations : ''Negotii sibi," etc.— Plautus. Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs ; And love is love, in beggars as in kings. "A. W," m Davison's " Ehapsody." {16th Century.) If you your lips would keep from slips, Five things observe with care : To whom you speak, of whom you speak, And how, and when, and where. ThirlbySall. ByW.E.Norris. Tol.l, p. 315. Men have many faults ; Poor women have but two : There's nothing good they say, • And nothing right they do. Anon, It's a very good world that we live in. To lend, or to spend, or to give in ; But to beg, or to borrow, or come by your own, It's the very worst world that ever was known. Anon. Usually quoted in this form. An older form, however, is that in which it appears in " A Collection of Epigrams," 12mo, London, 1737 :— This is the best world, that we live in, To lend and to spend and to give in : But to borrow, or beg, or to get a man's own, It is the worst world that ever was known. And from the top of all my trust Mishap hath thrown me in the dust. Tite Lover that once disdained Love, iTotteVs Collection of Songs and Son- nets, pub. 1557.) These lines are said to have been written by Mary Queen of Scots, with a diamond, on a window in Fotheringay Castle. And when the pipe is foul within, Think how the soul's defiled with sin ; To purge with fire it does require, Thus think, and drink tobacco. From a MS. of early part of 17th cen- tury, signed " (?. W.," arid sometimes attributed to George Wither. The poem was first published in 1831, in " The Smile's Solace," by Thos. Jenner, There are many subsequent editions, vary- ing materially in the text. O what a parish, what a terrible parish, O what a parish is Little Dunkel' ! They hae hangit the minister, drowned the precentor, Dung down the steeple, and drucken the bell ! Anon. Now she will and then she will not. Old Song. {From Bryden's Collection, Vol. 6, 341, ed. 1716) He that drinks well, does sleep well; he that sleeps well, doth think well ; He that drinks well, doth do well ; he that does well, must drink well. The Loyal Garland. Song 65. {1686.) 444 MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS. And all she said, when there she came, Young man, I think y'are dying. Barbara Allen's Cruelty. {(M Ballad.') He that is helow envieth him that riseth. And he that is ahove, him that's below despiseth. Song, " Hallo, my fancy ! " c. 1600. Whatever turn the matter takes, I deem it all hut ducks and drakes. Careless Content. {Anon.) He sighed in his singing and after each gi'one. Come willow, willow, willow ! I'm dead to all pleasure, my true love is gone; Oh willow, willow, willow ! Willow, Willow, Willow. {Old Ballad.) See " Othello," Act 4, S. {f. S25.) Shepherd, he advised by me. Cast oii grief and willow-tree : For thy grief brings her content ; She is pleased if thou lament. The Willoto Tree. {Ancient Black- letter Ballad.) • And he loved keeping company. The Heir oflinne, St. 2. {Old Ballad, supposed to be of Scottish origin.) Oh, waly, waly, gin love be bonny, A little while, when it is new ; But when it's aiild it waxeth cauld, And fades awa' like morning dew. Old Scottish Song. {Quoted by Burns.) It is good to be merry and wise. It is good to be honest and true, It is best to be off with the old love. Before you are on with the new. Published in "Songs of England and Scotland," London, 1SS5, Vol. $,p. 73. It is best to be off wi' the old love. Before you be on wi' the new. Quoted as "the end of the old song " in Sir W. Scott's " Bride of Lammer- moor," chap. 29. St. George he was for England ; St. Bennis was for France. Sing, " Honi soit qui mal y pense." Black-letter ballad, printed at London, IoIa. But all's to no end, for the times will not mend Till the king enjoys his own again. Upon Defacing of White-Hall. {" The Loyal Garland," 5th Edition, 1686.) And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie. Tory Song, in vogue in the early part of the 18th Century. ■' For in heaven there's a lodge, and St. Peter keeps the door. And none can enter in but those that are pure. Tlxe Masonic Hymn. Slated by J. H. Dixon {Ancient Foems, Percy Society, ^ I846) to be " a very ancient production.'" Three children sliding on the ice, Upon a summer's day. As it fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away. Founded on a Ballad " The Lamentation of a Bad Market ; or The Drownding of Three Children in the Thames," 1653. This isn't the time for grass to grow. Consider, good cow, consider. This is said to be part of " The Tune the Old Cow Died of," {See " Notes and Queries," Snd Series, Vol. 2, p. S9.) The children in Holland take pleasure in making What the children in England take pleasure in breaking. Nursery Proverb. Then the little maid she said, "Your fire may wann the bed. But what shall we do for to eat ? Will the flames you're only rich in make a fire in the kitchen And the little God of Love turn the spit? " 'Version of old Nursery Rhyme, from a broadside printed at Strau-beiry Hill, ISlh Ceritury. The little maid replied, some say a little sighed, " But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat f Will the love that yon're so rich in make a fire ill the kitchen, Or the little Qoil of Love turn the spit- spit, spit?" Another Version. {RalliwcU's Niirserv Rhymes.) A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds. Old Song. {See HaliwcU's "Nursery lihymes," No. 166.) Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins. Old Nursery Bhyme. His friends would praise him, I believed 'em , His foes would blame him, and I scorned 'em; His friends— as Angels I received 'em ; His foes -the Devil had suborned 'em. „ ^ ,, Old Song. Everyone to their hking. As the old woman said when she kissed her cow, Is not the picture sti-iking ? Popular Song in vogue about 1S10-1S20. WAIFS AND STRAYS. 445 If all the world were paper And all the sea were iuke, If all the trees were bread aud cheese, How showld we do for driuke ? Wit's Be 29 a So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage leaf, to make au apple-pie ; and at the same time a great she- bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. " What ! no soap ? " So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber ; and there were present the Ficninniea, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the grand Panjandrum himself, with the Uttle round button at top ; and they all fell to playing the game of catch as catch can, till the gun- powder ran out at the heels of their boots. Frinted in this form in Miss Edgeworth's " Sarry ana Lucy, Concluded," Vol. g, p. 155 {18S5). According to Miss Edgeworth, the story was by "Mr. Foote." According to a writer on " Samuel Foote " in the Quarterly Beview, No. 190, Sept, 1854, these lines were produced by Samuel Foote (1720-1777) at a lecture given by Ohas, Maeklin (1697 f -1797), In which he stated tliat he had brought his own memory to sucli perfection that he could learii anything by rote on once hearing it, Foote's sentences were handed to Mackltn at the end of the lecture, with a request that he would read them and afterwards repeat them from memory. Macklin's lectures were given in 1754. The memoirs of Foote and the various books of witticisms and anecdotes connected with him, dc not contain references to the story. According to a correspondent of Notes and Qiieries (Nov, 16, 1850), the author of "The Incoherent Stoiy" was James Quin, the actor (1093-1766) who is said to have laid Foote a wager that he could speak some nonsense which Foote could not repeat off-hand after him. The version given is as follows ;— So she went into a garden to pick a cabbage leaf, to make an apple-pie of; and a she- bear coming up the street, put her head into the shop and said, " Do you sell any soap ? " So she died, and he very imprudently married the barber ; and the powder fell out of the counsellor's wig, and poor Mrs. Mackay's puddings were quite entirely spoilt ; and there were present the Gamelies, and the Goblilies, and the Picninnies, and the Great Pangen- diTim himself, with the little round button at top, and they played at the ancient game of "Catch who catch can," till the gunpowder ran out of the heels of their boots. The various memoirs of Quin do not contain any allusion to " The Incoherent Story," nor is it mentioned in the Memoirs of Maeklin. There is an older and longer stoiy, said to be "an old Irish tradition," and entitled " Sir Gammer Vans," which may have partly suggested the foregoing. "Sir Gammer Vans" is too long to give in full, but the following will sufficiently indicate its re- semblance to " The Incoherent Story " :— "Last Sunday morning, at six o'clock in the evening, as I was sailing over the tops ot the mountains in ray little boat, I met two men on horseback riding on one mare. So I asked them, ' Could they tell me whether 450 MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS. the little old woman was dead yet, who was hanged last Saturday week for drowning her- self in a shower of feathers ? ' They said they could not positively inform me, but if I went to Sir Gammer Vans he could tell me all about it So he took me into his garden to show me the curiosities And in the fourth [corner] there were twenty-four hipper-switches threshing tobacco,' aod at sight of me they threshed so hard that they drove the plug through tjie wall Out sprung a covey of t)artridges. I shot at them. Some say I killed eighteen, but I am sure I killed thirty-six, besides a dead salmon, which was flying over the bridge, of which I made the best apple-pie I ever tasted." Though lost to sight, to memory dear. This occurs in a song by Geo. Linley (c. 1835) but it is found as an "axiom" in the Monthly Magazine, Jan. 1827, and is probatfly of much earlier date. Horace P. Cutter {pseudonym Ruthven Jenkyus) uses the expression in the Greenvnch Magazine fair Mariners, 1707, but this date is fictitious. In the years fled, Lips that are dead Sang me that song. Titk of a picture in the Eoyal Academy, Zomon, 1895. , A nickname is the hardest stone that the devil can throw at a man. ' iy . Wm. Hazlitt in h ' On Nicknames," Beautiful isle of the sea, Smile on the brow of the waters. Song hy Geo. Cooper (XS^-Wff). Straight is the line of duty ; Curved is the line of beauty ; Follow the straight line,- thou shalt see The curved line ever follow thee. William Maccall (c. 1830). The highlandman's pistol with its new stock, look and barrel. — (Oarlyle.) A kindred idea is the description of " Wallenstein's Horse" (Richard Doyle's "Brown, .Tones and Robinson," c. 1850): — " The head, neck, legs, and part of the body have been repaired. All the rest is the real horse." Worthy of attention. Advice to persons about to marry. — Don't. "Funcli's Almanack," 1845. Attributed to Senry Mayheiv, one of the three co-editors of " Punch" ' ' Must you stay ? Can't you go ? " Fvnch, Jan. 18th, 1S05. Supposed to be said by the French Gover- nor of Madagascar to the Bnssian Admiral Rodjestvensky, who was thought to be unduly prolonging his^tay at Madagascar when on his way to meet the Japanese Fleet. " I must live. Sir," say many ; to which I answer, " No, Sir, you need not live." " Letter by Thos. C'arlyle to John Carlyle, Dec. mh, 18S1. 2,~NATURALISED PHRASES AND QUOTATIONS, Including Classical Quotations not given under '• Greek " and " Latin. THE WISE SAYINGS OF THE SEVEN WISE MEN OF GREECE.* 1. Know thyself. ~^ Attributed to Solon of Athens (b. B.o. 6SS}. ^ 2. Bemember the end Attributed to Chilo, Spartan Philosopher id. B.a 597). Whatsoever thou takest in hand, remember theend.— Ec(;!«si(uMiaM,7, 36. (.See aisoDent. 32, 89.) Remember thy end, and let enmity cease.— lb., 28. 6. (See Latin, "Finem respice.") 3. Who hateth suretyship is sure. Attributed to Thales of Miletus (d. about B.O. 5^5). He that hateth suretiship is sure.— Pron. , 11, 16. (See oiso Prov., 22, 26.) • See Greek Quotations, 4, Most men are bad. Attributed to Bias of Priene (flourished B.C. 566). 6. Avoid extremes. Attributed to Cleobulm of Lindos Id. B.C!. 564). 6. Seize time by the forelock. Attributed to Pittacus of Mitylene Id. about B.o. 570). 7. Nothing is impossible to industry. Attributed to Periander of Corinth {d. about B.C. 585). SAYINGS OF THEMISTOCLES (B.C. 0. 512-0. 449). The day after the fair. This seems connected with the fible of Themistocles, who silenced an ofBcer who desired to claim superior fame for his exploits, NATUEALISED PHRASES. 451 by telling a fable of a dispute between the Eeast and the Day after tlie Feast. The latter claimed to be more important as being " full of bustle and trouble." " You say right," said the Feast, "but if it had not been - for nie where would you have been?" The wildest colts make the hesi horses. Plutarch : Life of Themistocles. Teach me the art of forgetting ; for I often remember what I woiild not, and cannot forget what I would. Saying of Themistocles, as recorded by Cicero. I never learned how to tune a harp, or play upon a lute ; but I know how to raise a small and inconsiderable city to glory and greatness. On being taunted with his want of social accomplishments. {Plutarch's Life.) Themistocles told the Adrians that he brought two god& with him, Persuasion and Force. They replied: " We also, have two gods on our side, Poverty and Despair." Merodotm. We shoold have been undone, but for our undoing. Saying, when in exile, to his children. {Plutarch's Ufe.) Strike, but hear. Saying of Themistocles when Eurybiades, commander of the Spartan fleet, raisea his staff to strike him. (ij.) Wooden walls. Themistocles, in explanation of an oracle, received by the Athenian deputies, declared that by "wooden walls" nothing could be meant but ships. — Cornelius Nepos: Themis- tocles. Themistocles said, "The Athenians govern the Greeks ; I govern the Athenians ; you, my wife, govern me; your son governs you." Plutarch : Life of Cato the Censor. SAYINGS OF PLATO (b.c. c. 430- C. 351). Plato's definition of a man as "a two legged animal without feathers " was ridi- culed by Diogenes, who produced a plucked cock, saying, "Here is Plato's man." Diogenes Laertius (d, a.d. ^22). Book 6,S. Overbearing austerity is always the com- panion of solitude. Plato (cited by Plutarch : Life of Coriolanus). To sacrifice to the Graces. Flato nsed to say to Xenocrates the philoso pher, who was rou^h and morose, ' " Good Xenocrates, sacrifice to the Graces. "^ Plutarch: lAJe (tf Mariui. Ehetoric is the art of ruling the minds of men. Plato as cited by Plutarch: Life of Pericles. Custom is not a small thing. Plato reproved a child for^a small mis- behaviour. " You reprove me for a small thing," said the child. "Custom is not a small thin^" replied Plato. — See Montaigne : " Essais,'* Book 1, chap. 22.— (5ee also Latin, " Gonsnetudinis magna vis est.") Michael Angelo [1475-1646] was explaining to a visitor a number of additions and altera- tions wliich lie had made to a statue. "These are trifles, " said his friend. " It may be so," said tlie sculptor, " but recollect that trifles make perfection, and perfection is no trifle." Pleasure is the greatest incentive to evil. Plato {quoted by Plutarch : Life of Cato the Censor). [Other Qttotattons from Plato will be found under " Greek Quotations."'] SAYINGS OF CATO THE CENSOR (bc. c. 260-160). A young man that blushes is better than one who turns pale. Saying of Cato, {Plutarch : Life of Cato.) I had rather it should be asked why I had not a statue, than why I had one. lb, Scipio is the soul of the council ; the rest are vain shadows. Lb, It is absurd for a man either to commend or to depreciate himself. Lb, Wise men learn more from fools than fools from the wise. lb, ■ PLUTARCH (a.d. 70?-a.d. 140?). Playing the Cretan with the Cretans {i.e, lying to liars). Greek prov. used by Paulus ^milius. This is not the son of Achilles, but Achilles himself. Greek prov, {Life of Alcibiades.) We ought not to treat living creatures like shoes or household belongings, which when worn with use we throw away. Life of Cato the Censor, The richest soil, if uncultivated, produces the rankest weeds. Life of Caius Marcus Coriolanus, It aiforded no small amusement to the Bhegians that Phoenicians should complain of anything effected by guile. Life qf Timoleon, 452 MlSCELLANEOtlS QUOTATIONS. The man who first ruined the Eoman people was he who first gave them treats and gratuities. Life of Coriolanus. (^Plutarch quotes it as "a shrewd remark, whoever it was that said it.") The greatest of all sacrifices, which is the sacrifice of time. Quoted by Plutarch as from a poet named Antiphon. {Life of Antony.) FROM CERVANTES (1647-1616). Other Quotations from Cervantes will he fmmd amongst " Spanish Quota- tions " and under "Proverbs." Sloth never arrived at the attainment of a good wish. Don Quixote. "Women's counsel is not worth much, yet he that despiseth it is no wiser than he should be. lb. Blessed be he who first invented sleep. It covers a man all over like a cloak.* lb. The army is a school in which the nig- gardly become generous, and the generous prodigal, lb. Necessity urges desperate measures. lb. To this burden women are bom; they must obey their husbands, be they never such .blockheads. lb. No fathers or mothers think their own children ugly. lb. The knowledge of thyself will preserve thee from vanity. lb. Diligence is the mother of good fortune. lb. Nothing costs less or is cheaper than comphments of civility. lb. Nothing in itself deformed or incongruouc can give us any real satisfaction. lb. Don't put too fine a point to your wit for fear it should get blunted. lb. Proverbs are short sentences drawn from long experience. lb. There is a remedy for everything but death. lb. Every one is as God made him, and often a great deal worse. lb. Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles. lb. True valour lies half-way between cowardice and rashness. lb, ■Fear has many eyes. Tb, Unseasonable mirth always turns to sorrow. lb, * See Sterne (p. 848); From great folks great favours ar8 expected. -'"• There are always more tricks in a town than are talked of. , ^^• It is a fine thing to command though it were but a herd of cattle. ^l>- It requires a long time to know anyone. lb. There are no proverbial sayings which are not true. ^• SAYINGS OF BISMARCK. Liars, cowards, — they are the same thing. You can do anything with children if you only play with them. Universal suffrage is the government of a house by its nursery. To youth I have but three words of counsel — Work, work, work. A good speaker must be somewhat of a poet, and cannot therefore adhere mathe- matically to the truth. SAYINGS OF NAPOLEON. There are two levers for moving men— interest and fear. A faithful friend is a true image of the Deity. The futui'e destiny of the child is always the work of the mother. A true man hates no one. Truth alone wounds. Men are not so ungrateful as they are said to be. When firmness ia sufficient, rashness is unnecessary. Eespect the burden. The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Do you wish to find out the really sub- lime ? Kepeat the Lord's Prayer. Secrets travel fast in Paris. When I want any good head-work done, I always choose a man, if suitable other- wise, with a long nose. Everything unniitui'al is imperfect. Public instruction should be the first object of government. It is the cause, not the death, that makes the martyr. Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets. Let the path be open to talent. JNATURALISED PHRASES. 453 Water, air, and cleanliness are the chief articles in my pharmacopceia. Greatness is nothing unless it he lasting. KeTolutions are like noxious dung-heaps which hring into life the noblest vegetables. I made all my generals out of mud. The worse the man, the better the soldier ; if soldiers be not corrupt they ought to be made so. Imagination rules the world. Independence, like honour, is a rocky island without a beach. Men are led by trifles. Honour yoirr parents ; worship the gods ; hurt not animals. From the traditional laws or precepts of Triptohmus (flceording to Plutarch). Written laws are like spiders' webs, and will like them only entangle and bold the poor and weak, while the rich and powerful will easily break through them.* Anaeharsis (Jt. B.C. S9f). This was the saying of Anaeharsis to Solon when the latter was modelling his laws. Solon's reply was : "Men keep their engage- ments when it is an advantage to both parties not to break them."— PZu/arcA; lAfe of Solmi. That law of Solon [fl. B.C. 598] is justly commended which forbids men to speak ill of the dead. Flutareh : Life of Solon. This command is also attributed to Chilo. (Sec Greek, "Tm TeO^ijito'Ta.") Persons maimed in the wars should be maintained at the public charge. One of the laws of Solon iaccording to Plutarch: Life of Solon). Call no man happy before his death. Tlie saying ''of Solon (J>. b.o. 6S8), according to Aristotle {b. e.g. S84, d. E.d. Sg2). Cf. " Jnd^e none blessed before his death." — Ecclesiasticus, 11, 28. Business to-morrow. Greelc proverb founded on the remark of Arehias of Thebes (about b.o. 56'0). Arebias delayed reading a letter of warning delivered to him at a banquet, and was in consequence assassinated.— Piiitorcft ; Pelo- pidas. O man ! whosoever thou art, and when- soever thou comest, for come I know thou wilt, I am Cyrus, founder of the Persian empire. Envy me not the little earth that covers my body. S!mtaphofCyrtis(d.-B.c.S2S). {Plutarch: Life of Alexander.) * See Bacon (p. 12). Love, as though someMay you would have to hate; hate, as though some day you would have to love. Saying of Chilo, Greeh philosopher, 6th century B.C. Whichever you do you will repent. The advice of Socrates, when aslied whether it was better to marry or not to marry. Thalcs, one of the Greek sages, when young, and desired by his mother to ma^ry, replied, " it was not yet time " ; when he had come to full age, " that it was no longer time." — Montaig'm, Book 2, ch. 8. Much knowledge of things divine escapes us through want of faith. Saying of Seraclitus, Greek philosopher, c. B.C. 500 (quoted by Plutarch : Life of Coriolanus.) Words will build no walls. Cratinus (b.c. 528-431) (quoted by Plut- arch in his Life of Pericles) ridicul- ing the long wall proposed to be built by Pericles. rhe first requisite to happiness is that a man be bom in a famous city. Pllitarcb ("Life of Demosthenes") states this was the remark of "Euripides (b.c. 480- , B c. 406) or some other " in his encomium on Alcibiades (b.o. 449-b.c. 404). A bridge for a retreating eiiemy. Saying of Aristides. Plutarch, in his "Life of Themistocl^,** states that in order to sound Aristides, after the battle of Salamis, Theraistocles pretended to think it advisable to go to the Hellespont and break down Xerxes' bridge of sliips. To which Aristides replied: "Instead of break- ing that bridge, we should, if possible, provide another, that lie may retire the sooner out of Europe." (See " Proverbs," " Build a bridge of silver,'* etc.) The Athenians will not sell their liberties for all the gold either above or under ground. Peply of Aristides (d. B.C. 4^) to the Laced chap. 48). Culture is the passion for sweetness and light, and (what is more) the passion for making them prevail. Matthew Arnold. The phrase "sweetness and light" was used by Dean Swift (" Battle of the Books," 1697) in an imaginary fable by ^sop as to the merits of the bee (the ancients) and the spider (the moderns). It conoludes : "The difference is that instead of dirt and poison, we have rather chosen to fill our hives with honey and wax, thus furnishing mankind with the two noblest of things, which are sw&etness and light." 4,— HISTORICAL AND TRADITIONAL, "Thon hast conquered, O Nazarene," or, according to others, "Be content, O Nazarene." Ascribed to Julian the Apostate, when at the point of death, in Persia, a.d. SGS. (See Montaigne " Essais," 1580, took B, chap, 19 ; aUo Swinburne : " Thou hast conquered, pale Gali- lean," p. S5^. There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford. Tradition ascribes this to John Bradford (b. 1^10; burnt at Smithfleld 1565) on seeing some criminals goin^ to execution. (See " Nat. Dxt. Biog.") The English take their pleasures sadly. "Ilss'amusaienttristementselonlacoutume de leur pays," said Froissart. — Emerson's "Englisli Traits,'* chap. 8. - "They" [the English], says Froissart, "amused themselves sadly after the fashion cf their country*' — " lis se rejouissoient tris- tement selon la coutume de .leur pays." — Hazlitt, " Sketches and Essays ; Merry EngUind." The passage is not found in Froissart, but it seems to be derived from the Due de Sully's " Memoirs," writteu c. 1630, as follows : " Les Anglais s'amusent tristjement selon I'u-age de leur pays," There is a mediaeval Latin pro- verb, ** Anglica gens est optima flens et pes- sima lidens'' (The English race is the best at weeping and tne worst at laughing.) On the other hand, there is au early tribute to the jovial disposition of Englishmen: "The whole [English] nation, beyond all other mortal men, is most given to banquetting and feasts." — Trans. (hyBurtm, "Anat. Melon,.," 1621)yiroffl PaiUus Jovlus (1483-1652), " HM.," Book 11. A certain man has called us, " of all peoples the wisest in action" ; but he added, "the stupidest in speech." — Carlyle, on " The Nigger Question " (IMB). Froth at top, dregs at bottom, but the middle excellent. Vottaire'a ^Description of the English Motion, A great leap iii the dark Thomas Hobbes, b. 1688, d. 1679, author of " Leviathan," when about to die, is reported to have said, "Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark." Hence the expression, "Hobbes' voyage," Vanbrugh uses in the "The Provoked Wife" (1679), as referring to matrimony. What has posterity done for us ?- Erroneously attributed to Sir Boyle Boche (1743-1807) in a speeph in the House of Commons ; but the words occur in John Trumbull's " McFingal," canto 2 (1776). Mra. Elizabeth Montagu, in a letter dated Jan. 1, 1742, has this allusion : " The man was laughed at as a blunderer who said in a public business, ' We do much for posterity ; I would fain see them do something for us.* " The King of France, with twenty thousand men. Went up the hill, and then came down again. OldTarlton's Song. {Tarlton died 1588.) Halliwell, in his " Nursery Rhymes," gives four versions of these lines, including one from a Sloane MS., temp. Chas. t. And have they fixed the where, and when ? And shall Trelawny die ? Then twenty thousand Cornish men Shall know the reason why ! Trelawny. . [Song written at the time of the committal of Trelawny, Bisliop of Bristol, to the Tower, 1688.) All my eye and Betty Martin. The older form is said to be, " All my eye, Betty Martin." [The tradition that "Betty Martin" is a survival of a. mediaeval invoca- tion, " Beate Martine," is discredited.] The sun never sets in the Spanish dominions. Quoted, as a saying of Spanish soldiers, byGapt. John Smith, 1679-16S1.* * Also mentioned in Gage's " New Survey of the West Indies," 1648, as applicable to the Dutch as well as the Spaniards. ■ 4G0 MISCELLANEOUS QUOTATIONS. It may te well to wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer. John Kepler (,1571-1630). If the Almighty God waited 6,000 years for one to see what he had made, I may surely wait 200 for one to understand what I have seen."— Carii/Ze (referring to Kepler); "ilis-" cellanies " (FoZtoire), 1829, England expects every officer and man to do his duty this day. Nelson's Signal, Oct. 26, 1805, as pub- lished in " The Times," Dec. g6, 1S05. Usually quoted as " England expects every man to do his duty." Victory ! or 'Westminster Abbey ! Lord Nelson {1758-180f) on boarding the "San Carlo." "Victory, or else a grave." — Shakespeare, Henry YL, Part 3, Act 2, 2. Every bullet has its billet. Saying attributed to William III. Sufllceth this to prove my theme withal. That every bullet hath a lighting place. — GascQigne, " Fruits of fF'ar.'* King William was of an opinion, an' please your Honour, quoth Trim, that everything was predestined for us in tins world ; inso- much that he would often say to his soldiers that " every hall had its billet."— S/erwe, " Tristram Shandy" (I7b9-ne0), Vol.8, ch. 19. The Army and Navy for ever, Three cheers for the Bed, White, and Blue. The JRed, White, and Blue. Song originating at the time of the Crimean war, and said to indicate the co-operation of redcoats and bluejackets. No soldier can fight unless he is properly fed on beef and beer. .Attributed to the Duke of Marlhorough. A'similar saying, " An army, like a serpent, goes on its belly," has been attributed to Frederick the Great. " Soldiers, we must never be beat, — what will they say in England?" Eemark by the Duke of Wellington at Waterloo. The thin red line. Article in " The Times," describing the Sig/ilanders drawn up at Balaclava or Inkerman. " Up, Guards ! and at 'em." Ascribed to Wellington. His real words, according to his bio- grapher. Sir Herbert Maxwell, were, " Stand up. Guards." He never would believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spuned to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. Saying of Richard Mmnbold, at his execu- tion, 1686, asreeorded by Lord Macaulay (^History of England, Chap. S). ill quiet along the Potomac. Froverbial saying in America. Supposed to have originated in a report hi/ General G. B. McLellan, U.S. (,18^-1885). Go West, young man ! Go West. John i. B. Sotile, in t/te " Terre Saute Express" {1S51). Be sure you are right. Then go ahead. David Crockett, U.S. {17S6-18S6). Hold the fort ! I am coming ! Signal to General Corse, in Allatoona (Oct. 5, 1864), iy William F. Sherman {1820-1891). The religion of all men of sense. The Earl [Shaftesbury] said at last . . . " Men of sense are really but of one religion." Upon which says the lady, of a sudden, " Pray, my lord, what religion is that wliieh men of sense agree in ? '* " Madam," says the earl,' ** men of sense never tell it." — Note by Speaker Onslow, to Burnet's notice of the Karl of Shaftesbury, *' History of his oum Times," Vol. l.» A similar anecdote is told of Samuel Eogers in Froude's " Short Studies on Great Subjects " — "A plea for the Free Dis- cussion of Theological Difficulties "—no doubt a confusion of memory on Froude's part. The story is also told of Benjamin Disraeli, but this is due probably to his having introduced it into his novel " Sidonia," (See under B, Disraeli,) Lord Chatham, with his sword undrawn, Is waiting for Sir Bichard Strachan ; Sir Bichard, longing to be at 'em, Is waiting for the Earl of Chatham. Epigram said to have appeared in the "Morning Chronicle" (1809). The reference is to the recriminations fol- lowing the failure of the military operations of John Pitt, second Earl of Chatham, in the expedition to Walcheren, 1809. He attri- buted his own fatal delays to the dilatoiiness of Admiral Sir Richard Strachan, who retaliated that the Earl was nnpunctual in fulfilling his aiTangements, and nicknamed him " the late Earl of Chatham.'' Another version (given in the " Nat. Diet. Biog.") is : Great Chatham, with his -sabre drawn, Stood waiting for Sir Eichard Strachan ; Sir Bichard, longing to be at 'em. Stood waiting for the Earl of Chatham. See also Cowper (p. 95) "Admirals extolled for standing still." T6 Banbury came I, O profane one ! Where I saw a Puritane one • Old Lord Shaftesbury, conferring with Major Wildman about the many sects of religion . . . came to this conclusion . . . All wise men are of the same religion. Whereupon a lady in the room . . . demanded what that religion was. To whom Lord Shaftesbury straight replied, " Madam, wise men never tell."— John Tqj.and, «' C!i4psi Ti Ai$iri Kaxiv (or Kaii/6v). Libya always brings something evil (or new). (See the Latin " Ex Africa," etc.) Aristotle. S, A., 8, S8, 11, Paroemiogr. 'Airhv iimurSai SiSdaKcis. You are teaching an eagle to fly. Pr. 'AcToD yTJpas, xopiSou peSrij!. The old age of an eagle is as good as the youth of a sparrow. Pr. * Another form is : 'AjuSaicpun aw/Ks iir9\oi. *A6avaT0vs fxiv irpwra Beoijs vopi^ us SidicfiTai Ti;uo. Honour first the immortal gods as by law enjoined. Pythagoras. Ai 5e ffdpKes at Keyal ^pevS>v AyoAjuar' kyopas eiaiv. Bodies devoid of mind are as statues in the market place. Euripides. Mectra, 386. A'i re yhp arvfi^opal ttoiovoi fiaKpo\6yovs. ■ — Calamities make great talkers. Appian. AiScijs u\w\^v. Modesty has died out. Iheognls. AiSiis oiiK dyad'li. False shame; mauvaise honte ; pudor vialus. Hesiod. AlSits To€ ' KaKov Koi dpeTTJs Tr6\LS. TlpwTOV dyad^v dyafiaprTjiria, Sevrepov 5^ Modesty is the citadel of beauty and of virtue ; the first of virtues is guilelessness, the second the sense of shame. Demades. Aiel 8' i.it.fioKi^py'bs aviip STTjffi iraKalei. The procrastinating man is ever stmggling with ruin. Hesiod. Works and Days, 411- Alfv dpiareifiv Ko! {nrelpoxov ffiiievai «iA\My. Always to excel and to be su- perior to others. Homer. Hiad, 6, S08. Alpovvres j/pifjueffa. We who went to catch are caught ourselves. (Or, AtpZv aipoviiai. I, the capturer, am caught.) 'AKc^oAot ;u5flos. A story without a head (or beginning). Plato. Pheedr., S84. 'AKlniTtt KiPfTs. You stir what should not be stirred. Herodotus. 6,134. (-?»■•) ''AKoue Tov Tiooapa. &ra exovTos. Listen to him who has four ears ; i.e. to one who is a good listener himself. Zenodotus. ^AKphv \d&e, Kol fiiffov e^eis. Seize what is highest, and you will possess what is in between. Pr. 'AAA.' ioTiv, iv9a xh ^^i^V $\d$rtv 4>4pet. But there are occasions when it happens that justice produces mischief, Sophocles. 468 GREEK QUOTATIONS. 'AAA' it TeBvYiKiv t) SiSaffKei ypi/ifi. ara. See *H TfSvriicei', k.t.A. 'A\V 01 yap aOunovvres &ySpes oS-iroTe Tp6iraioy ia-r^ffavro. But faint-hearted men never erected a trophy. Eupolis. 'AW' Siues Kpi7B6vos. But envy is better worth having than compassion. Anon. 'AW' ov Zefcs &vSpia(n vo^/nara iroi/TO TcAeuT?. But Zeus does not ratify, all the designs of men. Homer. Hiad, 18, S$S. 'AAKa /ce'pSei Kal ffofpla Se'Serai. For ■wisdom even surrenders to desire of gain. Pindar. Fyth., S, 54. "kKKoi Ka.jj.ov, 6.XX01 HvavTO. Some toil, some reap. P'. "WKos iy. Another self. (Alter tgo, j.i!.) Zeno. 'AWav iarpos avrhs 'f\Ke' avipX yevval

epei. Woman, to women silence is the best ornament. Sophocles. Ajax, 293. TuvtuKa yap S^ (Tofnrove'tv yuvaiKl XPV- A woman should always stand by a woman. Euripides. Selena, 329. FvvaiKl /i.ii iritTTeve, /u^S' ttv awoSdi/ri. Believe not a woman, even when she dies. Tvi/aiKhs ov5^ XPVI^* av^p Xfit^erat *E(r0A^s tL/jLeivoy, oitSe filyiov KaKjjs. A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one. {See " Ttjs /lev kuktis " k.t.A.) Bimonides. Iamb., 7. Vuv^ Kw^eXeiav KaX v6aov ttv^pX ^epei jxeyliTTav. , Woman brings to man his greatest blessing^and his greatest plague. Euripides. Alanaion. Tvv^ rh avvoK6v iffri hairavi)p)iV tpvffei. Woman is by nature generally extra- vagant. Pr, AaXs itffri. An equal diet. Homer. Iliad, 15, 95, Adicpv' aBdKpva. Tearless tears. Euripides. Acivis ts Seobs ffe$ei. — He is to be feared who fears the goda. . ^schyluB. Sept. Duces., 596. Aet Tolffi iroWoTs rhv riipavvov avSdj/eiv. It is necessary for a prince to please the many. Euripides. Antigone. (Fragm.) Acl l\ri te. A gift both rare and dear. Homer. Odyssey, 6, SOS. a6s fxoi irov (TTu Kal t^v yrtv Kivfitrui. Give me a place to stand and I will move the earth. Archimedes. Apvhs ireffo^t^^s tras av)ip ^u^euerat. On the fall of an oak every man gathers wood. Ilenander. Monost, 1^3. Ampa Biovs ire'iBei Sup alSolovs PaatXrias. Gifts persuade the gods, gifts persuade noble kings. Quoted by ■Bla.to. {Se Rep., Booh S) and attributed hy Suidas to Hesiod. Aapa ndiBfiv nal Beovs \6yo!. It is said that gifts persuade even the gods. Euripides. Medea, 964. 'Eac ^s ipi\o/j.aSj)s, effei woXvfiaB'lis. If you be a lover of instruction, you will be well instructed. Isoorates. Ad Dcemonieiim.* 'Eaurir Tifiwpovfievos. Tormentor of himself (title of a Comedy by Terence). Menander. 'Eyyva ' irdpa S'^ttj. Act as a surety, and ruin is near at hand. Attributed to Thales and also to Chilo. 'E^ii yap flfil tSp iflav ifihs fiivos. For I am alone, of all my friends, my own friend. ApoUodorus. 'Eyii 5e vopi^v ri fici/ ^lySci/is StiaBai OeTov clfai, t!i dh its 4\ax'to-Twy iyyvrdrov ToC Sflov. I hold that to need nothing is divine, and the less a man needs the nearer does he approach divinity. Socrates, quoted hi/ Xenophon, Mem., iooJc 1, 6, 10. * ABclmm, in his " Scholemaster," states that Isocrates caused these words to be inscribed, in golden letters, over his school. Ei 'AXelacSpos 0ov\4rai eJi/ai Oebs, 6ehs eirrw. If Alexander wishes to be a god, let him set up as a god. Lacedemonian Edict on Alexander's claim to divinity. Et ydp Kev Kai fffiiKphv eirl tr^mp^ KaToBeio, Koi Sdfici tovt' €pSois, rdxa Ktv Ii4ya Kol rh yivoiTO. For if you put by little to little, and do so often, it will quickly become much. Hesiod. Works and Days, 359. Ei Se 9ii)V aylip ris eXirer ai Ti.Xo^e- fisv ipdwv, afiapTavei. If any man hopes that in doii)g aught, he wilLelude the notice of God, he js in error. Pindar. Olymp., 1, 64. E* fi\v yhp trXovTfis -niWoi ^t\oi, tjv Se TreVTjai Tlavpot,- k' o^KeB'' dfius afirbs otviip ayaOSs. For indeed if you are rich you will have many friends, but if you become poor you willhave few, and will nolongerbethe same excellent man that you were. Theognls. £i^ TL ayaOhv 9eKsis, irapk treaVTOv AajSe. If you wish for anything good, seek it from yourself. Arrlaa. Efs aviip ou irdvB' ip^. One man does not see everything. Euripides, Fhmnissce, 74S. ETsoi'JjpouSElsai'^p. Onemanisnoman.Pr. E(s t!> -TTvp iK Tov Kdirvov. Out of the sinoke into the fire. Lucian. 'Ek (TOV yiip yivds iff/iev. For we are thy offspring. (This is by some said to he the passage quoted by St. Paul, Acts 17, 28, but see "ToS ycip," etc.) Cleantbes. Hymn to Zeiis, I. 4. 'Ek tov 6p^v yiyvfTai rh ipav. From seeing comes loving. pr, 'Ek tov tj>o$epov Kar^ oKtyof virovoffTci irphs rh evKaTatpp6vijrov. From ihe awful there is a descent little by little to the contemptible. Longinus. De Subl., S. 'Ek rav hvixo'v rtiv Xiovra yiyi/iSirKEii'. To judge of the lion by his claws. Pr, 'EKks, ^K&s, SffTLs iXiTpis. Hence, hence, whoso is a sinful person. Oallimachus. S. in Apoll. S. 'EK(v6ep6s iiTTiv S fmy as $ovKerai. Free js living as you choose.t Epictetus. JBook 4, 1, 1. 'E\4(j>as livv ovx aXlffKfi. The elephant does not catch a mouse. {See Prov. . " The eagle does not catch fli es " ; also p. 526.) t Of. Cicero, "Farad.," 5, °' GREEK QUOTATIONS. 471 *EXirfSes ^v ^uoiffty, etfeAiria'Toi Se BavovTes. There is hope in the living, but the dead are hopeless. Pr. *E/io5 9av6vTos yaia fiixO'firu irvpL "When I am dead let the earth be dissolved in fire.* SaetoniuB. New., S8 (Pr.); also in Euripides, 'E/iTro5£fe» rhv \6yov S tf>iPos. Fear impedes speech. Demades. *Ev afiovffois «oi K^pvios ^6eyyeTo(. With the unmusical even the lark is melodious. Pr. *Ej/ i\trtffiv xph Tohs (ro(l>ovs exeii' )8/oi'. The wise should possess their life in hope. Euripides. 'Ell oiv(t jA^fleio. In wine there is truth. [See " In vino Veritas.") Pr. 'Ei/ o\/8iV o\j8io TrivTa. With a fortunate man all things are fortunate. Theocritus. 15,24. (Pr.) 'Ev TrovTi fixapuTTelTf. In everything give thanks. 1 Thess. 5, 18. 'Ev r^ ^poveiv yap fiifSey ^Siffros jStos. In knowing nothing is the sweetest life. Sophoisles. Ajax 5BS. 'Ev rovTip vlica. In this you shall oon- quer.t Motto. 'Eva . . iWh, KiovTa. One, but that one a lion. £sop. 'Evff "Xin/if ^ififi\riTo, KanyvriTcf &avi.Toio. Where he falls in with Sleep, brother of Death. Homer. Iliad, I4, &S1, "Evvovs ri Katva to7s ■trii\ai reK/JutpeTai. A sensible man judges of present by past events. Sophocles. (Ed. Tyr., 916. 'EJai i3eA.»i'Ka0i)(r0ai. To keep out of shot. 'EiraipcTot yap fie7^ov, Xva fiei^oy iretrrj. He is raised the higher that he may fall the heavier. Henander. 'Evfit trrepiivra. Winged words. Homer. Iliad, Book W, 331. 'Eiri T^ TToXif a^iKovtriv at &v0ponrot, Srav SviiuivTai. As a rule men do wrong when they have a chance. Aristotle. 'Er\ JuppS aK/t))s. On the razor's edge=: ..at the critical moment. Pr. 'EiTTci ir6\cis iiepl(ov(ri vep\ plCav 'Oftiipov. i/iipva, 'PiiSor, Ko\oi>v, TaXaplv, 'los, 'Apyos, 'ASrjvcu, Seven cities contend about [beingj the birthplace of Homer: • See French : " Apris nous le ddluge." t See latii} : " Ip }ioo signo vinces." Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, los, Argos, Athens. , Quoted by A. CelUns (JBook 3, 11) as an epigram in. Varro's " Liber de Imaginibus."X "Epyov S'ouBJj/ SveiSoj. Labour is in no way disgraceful. Heslod. "Epus 'uvtKaTf iiAxav. Love, uu- conquered in battle. Sophocles. Ant., 781. 'EptoTTjflclj -ri ianv iK-nh 4ypriyop6ros, elirev ^viwviov. You ask what hope is. He (Aristotle) says it is a waking dream. § Diogenes Laertlus. Book 6, 18. 'Es Tp6ittV jreip^iievoi fi\0oi> 'Ax"'"'- By trying, the Greeks got into Troy. Theocritus. 15, 61. "EiTffeToi ^/iap SravirOT' oK^Xri "IXios ipi?. There will be a day when sacred Ilium shall be no more. Homer. Iliad, 4, 1^4. "ECT* iXnls ^ $6o'Kova'a robs voWovs PpoT&v. It is hope which maintains most of mankind. Sophocles. Fragm. EiSal/iav i ^unStK otpetXwi'. Happy is he who owes nothing. Pr. e85oi/ti KipTos aipft. While the fisher sleeps the net takes fish. Pr. Ev-itpa^iav tipvffev 71 Trfiflapx'"- Obedi- ence produces success. Pr, (/See IlEiflopxia.) ESpnxa. I have found it. Attr, to Archimedes on making a discovery, EvTvxla 7ro\itfj TfiSeTM. Superstition oheys vanity just like a father. Socrates {according to Stobteus). 'H evSaifiopia tuv avrdpKwU' effrt. Happiness helongs to those who are contented. Aristotle. "H jJKisTa fj ijSio'TO. Either the worst thing or the most agreeahle. .Ssop. *H ^v aKvirus, ^ 6aye7v tvSaifiovas. Either a tranquil life, or a happy death. Ancient Maxim. *H fiey yap tro^ia outtey Beup^T e| Siif effrat evSalfjMv &v8pQ}iros. For wisdom does not occupy itself with what will make a happy man. Aristotle. *H TTifli ri &vi9i. Either drink or go away.* Ancient Maxim of Topers. 'H aotplas 10)7)) Sii I3i0\lav pUi. The fountain of wisdom flows through hooks. 'H (ToviiS-rtais tV ^vxh" tX^ttci. Con- science chastises the soul. Pr. "H Tav )} (iti Toi/. Either this or upon this. (Either hring this back or be brought back upon it.) , Spartan mother's words to her soti on giving him his shield. *H TeOvriKev ^ SiSotr/cfi ypd/i/naTa. He is either dead or teaching school. (Mar- cellus records the proverb : " 'AW' ^ reBvriKev, etc.") Zenobius. Quoted by Erasmus, in Latin, as a proverb. HSio-Tov &Kou(rna iirams. The sweetest sound is praise. Xenophon. {See Mem. 2, 1, SI.) 'HSi Toiau94vTanftt.vria6anr6vaiv. Sweet is the remembrance of troubles when you are in safety. Euripides. Andromeda, 10, S. (Fragm.) BaXdtrirri, Kal jrt/p, Kai yvvi), Katta rpia. The sea, and fire, and woman, are three evils. Proverbial saying. Sdvaros airpopaffLcrTos. Death takes no excuse. Euripides. Hacchcs, lOOS (adapted). * See Latin : " Mihi quidem," etc @ave7i/ fipoTOitri VTtfidrav aTToKKdyfi. To die, is to mortals, deliverance from miseries. iGscbyluB. From. Vinctm, 754 {adapted) ©cbj ix finxarris. A God from the. mechanism ; i.e. ' divine help from some contrivance unseen or unexpected. (Sup- posed to refer to the way in which gods appeared suddenly on the stage by the help of mechanism.) Henander. Theoph., 5 ; also in Lucian.f ®(hs ri avalSfia. Impudence is a goddess. Pr. ©lie Tois x'^P'"''- Sacrifice to the Graces. Diogenes Laertius. Book 4> ^.+ 'laTpi, Bepiirevffov fffavriv. Physician, heal thyself. St. Luke, I, 23. 'laTpeiov if uxflf. The medicine chest of the soul. Inscription on a Library. 'iS/ufi' jj/euSeo iroAAo \4yfiv (Tv/ioiaiv d/j-oia, "TS/iev 8', eSr iOeKa/JifV, a.\ri9m /liiBiia-airBai. We know how to speak many things which are false as if they were true, and we know, when we choose, how to wrap up truth in fable. Hesiod. Theog., SS. 'lephv ri crvfiPovKii 4irTiv. Counsel is a. dinne thing. "lAiis Kaxav. An Iliad of woes. Pr. {Found in Demosthenes, 3S7, It ; Diodorus Siculus, etc.) "iTTTt^ yqpatTKOvTt tA fieiova kCkK' MpaWe. Put lesser tasks on the aged horse. *liTTopia (l}i\o(roaK^s oCeii^ &px^Tat. . Fish begins to stink from the head. pr. KaSfitla i/iKT). A Cadmean victory (wherein the conquerors suffer as much as the conquered). § Proverbial expression found in Herodotus 1, 186. Kal 7Ctp Kal fi4\iTOS rh vXiov itnX xoA^. For even honey in excess becomes gall. Kol TTTWX^S ITTCDXV ^9ov4ii, Kou dotSbs ooiX^. And a beggar envies a beggar, and a poet a poet. Hesiod. Works and Days, S&. Kol TOUTO Toi t' ivipitov, i) vpofiriela. And this, too, is a manly quality, namely foresight (i.e. caution is true valour) . Euripides. Snppl. 510. t See Latin, "Deus ex machina." t See under Miscellaneous (p. 4611 I See " Pyrrhic Victory," p, 4j4. - GREEK QUOTATIONS. 473 Koipki' yvSiBi. Know j-our opportunity. Pittachus. Kaip^ \arpevelVi fLTjS^ aVTiKVeelv avefxotfn. To go with the times and not to blow against the winds. Pr. Ko/ci (cepScB Xa' St^o-i. Evil gains are as ruin. Heslod. Works and Dti/s. KaKols i)jLi\av, k' aurbr c/c/S^iri) Kaicos. AESociating with the lad, you "yourself will become bad. Menander. Kcuchv ocayKBioi'. A necessary evil. KoKov K6paKos KaKhv wAv. From a bid crow a bad egg. . KaKav yap Suad\uiT05 ouSets. For there is no one whom ills cannot reach. Sophocles. (Edipus Coldneils, nt%. Ka\ws cLKovetv /xaWov ^ ir\ovTi7v 6€\e. Wish rather to be well spoken of than to be rich. Menander- KoTOT^it6i i xpAvo!, Kal yripdiTKei irivTa. Time dissolves all things, and mates them old. Aristotle. Fhysica, 4, IB, li. Kot" e'JoxV- By pre-eminence. Kdrfloi'e Kot IlaTpoKAof, oirfp trio ToAAiv aiielvav. Even Patroclua is dead, who was far better than you. Homer. Iliad, Boole 2'l, 107. KaTomv lopTijs. After the feast.* Plato. Goi-ff., 4^7. KafirjXos Kai il/wpt£(Ta ttoW&j/ tjvuv avarldeTcu (popria. The camel, even when Diangy, bears the burdens of many asses. Pr. Kapnhs jieyiffTos oTopa|/o. Quietude (or peace) is the most profitable of things. Pr. KiXvov fi6fov 5^T* oX&iffou 5e xph Biov Te\evT-fjffavT^ iv evetrro7 tpiKji. Hold him alone truly fortunate who has ended his life in happy well-being, f jEschyluB. Agamemnon, 928. KAiJ^ef Bd\aa(fa -^avra ray 6.vdpiiiTrtav Kcucd. The sea washes away all the woes of men. Pr. Kxiiua Trddri ndvTav' & ^los rp6xos, &iTTaTos oxpos. Suffering is common to all ; life is a wheel, and good fortune is unstable. Phocylides. KoiKo TB T&v ^lAai/. The belongings of friends are common. Attributed to Pythagoras and also to Socrates.:!: • See " After the fair," p. 450. + See " Oil xprj," *" ^•^* i See Martial " Bpig.," Book 2, 43. KovfjiTj yij Tovrov KoAiJTrToi. May the earth be light upon him. Form of Grecian epitaph,§ Kpiiffffov, &piffTov ^ovTa KaKhv yev^os, ^'e K^KLffTOV ^'EfifisvoL eiiyeveTTiy- It is better to be the best of a bad family Ihan to be well born and the worst of one's race. .Gr2gariuB Nazianzen. Kpuaaov rh liii C^i> iariv, t) Cv" adKlas. It is better to die when life is a disgrace. Ancient Uaxim. Kpe'tffa'ov rot ffntplTj Kol fieydKrjs aperTJs. Knowledge indeed is better even than great valour. Theognis. Kpe7TTtt)v r} vp6voia ttjs fieraiieXetas, Forethought is better than repentance. Dionysius ot Hallcarnassus. KptjTes ael \fiev