1 ■ HI m fficm _HP mwm Bl OH & Glass _A_ Book. ._ \8S>' / FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS : BEING AN ATTEMPT TO TRACE TO THEIR SOURCES PASSAGES AND PHRASES IN COMMON USE. By JOHN BARTLETT. " I have gathered a posie of other men's Honors, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own." — Montaigne. EIGHTH EDITION. NOV 11 1882 \ BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. 1882. Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1882, by JOHN BARTLETT, In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington. University Press : John Wilson and Son, Cambridge k:V TO HEZIX A. WIGHT, Esq. ADVERTISEMENT TO THE EIGHTH EDITION. The first edition of " Familiar Quotations " was published in 18.55. the seventh in 1875. The pres- ent edition contains quotations from one hundred and twenty-five authors who arc not re] uvsented in any former edition ; and more than six thousand lines have been added to the Index. Cambridge, October. 1882. PREFACE TO THE SIXTH EDITION. This edition embodies the results of the later researches of its editors, besides the contributions of various friends, and includes many quotations which have long been waiting a favorable verdict on the all-important question of familiarity. A few chang< - have been made in the arrangement, and the cita- tions from Shakespeare have been adapted to the principal modern edition-. The former edition has been freshly compared with the original.-, and such error- removed as the revision ha- disclosed. The editorial labor- have been shared with Rezfn A. Wight, Esq., of New York, who has been a generous contributor to the former edition-. The editor take- pleasure in acknowledging his renewed obligation- to Pn<»r. Henry W. Haynes, <>f Burlington: D. W, Wilder, Esq., of Leaven- worth; Justin Winsor, Esq., and James J. Stor- ROW, E>o.. of Boston ; and to many other friend.-. Cambridge, June. 18( INDEX OF AUTHORS. Adams, John . . . Adams, John Qulncy Adams, Sarah Flower Addison, Joseph iES'lKINES . . JES'lHYLUS . . Akenslde, Mark Alanus de Insuli Aldrich, James Alison, Richard Allen, Elizabeth A Amelia, Fr- ames, Fisher . . Angelo, Michael Ariosto .... Aristides . . . Aristophanes . Aristotle . . . Armstrong, John Arnold, S. J. Avonmore, Lord . . Francis . Bailey, Philip Jame Baillie, Joanna . Bancroft, George Barbacld, Mrs. . Barere. Bertrand Barker. Theodore L. Barnfield, Richard Barrett, Eat Barrington, George Barrow, Isaac . Barry, Michael J. Basse, \Yilll\m . Baxter, Richard Bayard. Chevalier Bayle, Peter . . Bayly, T. Haynes Page 338 m . 398 . 531 . 249 632 . 176 . 334 . 6.3-5 546 142 . 56S . 445 . 233 . 57' I . 373 - - . 332 . 466 . 137 . 397 . 374 - I . 55S . 145 . 391 . 250 550 ' . 168 . 213 6 . 533 . 508 MiJN Beattee, James . . . Beaumont and Fletcher Beaumont, Francis Bellamy, G. W. . Bellinghausen, Ton iDE, Isaac de Bentham, Jeremy Bentley, Richard Berkeley, Bishop Berners, Juliana Berry, Dorothy . Bettelheim. A 8. Bickerstaff, Isaac Blacker, Colonel Blackstone, Sir Wi Blair, Robert Bland, Robert . Bob art, Jacob . Bodinus . . . Bodley. Sir Thoma: Boethius . . . BOILEAU .... bolingbroke . . Booth, Barton . Borbomus . . . Brainard, John G. Rramston. James Brereton, Jane . Brooke, Lord Brougham, Lord. Brown, John . . Brown, Tom . . Browne, Sir Thoma Browne, William Browning, Elizabeth Browning. Robert . Bryant, VTilliam Cullen Brydges. Sir S. Egerton Page 366 152 152 . 496 57-: 574 627 243 166 415 354 517 227, 259, 300 228 5*3 314 540 2-7 273 292 274 240, 276 148, 497 333 346 177 153 557 557 515 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Buffon 633 Bunn, Alfred 527 Bunyan, John 213 Burke, Edmund 348 Burns, Robert 384 Burton, Robert . 332, 481, 582, 634 Butler, Samuel . . .215,311,493 Byrd, William 8 Byrom, John 297 Byron, Lord 470 Calhoun, John C 625 Callimachus 439 Campbell, Lord 497 Campbell, Thomas 441 Canning, George 399 Carew, Thomas .... 154, 228 Carey, Henry 244 Carlyle, Thomas . . . 506, 631 Carpenter, Joseph E. . . . 561 CarrutheRj Robert .... 497 Catullus 258 Centlivre, Susannah .... 252 Cervantes 536, 572 Chambers, Robert 372 Chapman, George 15 Charron 270 Chase, Salmon P. 524 Chaucer, Geoffrey 1 Cherry, Andrew 394 Chesterfield, Earl of . 298, 313 Child, Lydia Maria .... 529 Choate, Rufus 517 Chorley, H. F 568 Church, Benjamin 441 Churchill, Charles . . . 353 Cibber, Colley 247 Cicero 295, 400 Clarendon, Edward Hyde . . 168 Clarke, Macdonald .... 519 Clay, Henry 398 codrington, christopher . . 256 Coke, Sir Edward 9 Coleridge, Hartley .... 498 Coleridge, S. Taylor .... 432 Collins, William 336 Colman, George 391 Colton, C. C . 429 Congreve, William 257 Constable, Henry 415 Cook, Eliza 563 Cooper, J. Fenimore .... 511 Cotton, Nathaniel . . . . . 309 Cowley, Abraham 173 Cowper, William 356 Crabbe, George ...... 382 Cranch, Christopher P. . . . 563 Crashaw, Richard 169 Crawford, Anne 382 Cunningham, Allan .... 446 CURTIUS, QUINTUS 13 Dalrymple, Sir John . . . 481 Dance, Charles 510 Daniel, Samuel 146 Dante 483, 549, 570 Darwin, Erasmus . . . 367, 372 Davenant, Sir William . . . 170 Davie, Adam 6 Davies, Scrope 496 Davies, Sir John 145 Davis, Thomas O. .... . 559 Decatur, Stephen 469 De Caux 340 Defoe, Daniel 23!) Dekker, Thomas 166 De Lisle, J. R 578 Demopocus 344 Denham, Sir John 171 Denman, Lord 454 Dennis, John 240 Dibdin, Charles 381 Dibdin, Thomas 494 Dickens, Charles 558 Dickinson, John 318 Dickman, Franklin J. . . . 517 Diogenes Laertius . .140, 298, 397, 629, 632 Dionysius OF IIalicarnassus . 259 Disraeli, Benjamin . . 316, 525, 530 Doddridge, Philip 307 Dodsley, Robert 305 Domett, Alfred 557 Donne, John • • 144 Dowling, Bartholomew . . . 569 Drake, Joseph Rodman ... 498 Drayton, Michael 146 Drennan, William 626 Dryden, John 221 Duff erin, Lady 541 Dumas 630 Duncombe, Lewis 394 Dwight, Timothy 390 Dyer, John 299 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XI Dyer, Edward 8 Dyer 320 Edwards, Richard 7 Elliot 337 Ellis, George 242 Emerson, Ralph Waldo ... 532 Emmet, Robert 440 English, Thomas Dunn . . . 567 Erasmus 345 Estienne, Henri 322 Euripides 159,230,628 Everett, David 394 Everett, Edward 505 Faber, F. W 560 Fanshawe, Catherine M. . . 393 Farquhar, George 259 Fenelon 313 Ferriar, John 396 Fielding, Henry. ..... 307 Firdousi 373 Fletcher, Andrew 239 Fletcher, John 150 Fletcher, Phlneas 281 Fontaine 310 Foote, Samuel 337 Fordyce, James 335- Fortescue, Sir John .... 216 •Fouche, Joseph 576 Fournier 623, 632, 633 Fox, John 414 Francis the First 622 France, Richard 259 Franklin, Benjamin .... 310 Franklin, Kate 530 Freneau, Philip ...... 381 Frere, J. Hookham .... 399 Frothingham, Richard . . 310 Fuller, Thomas ... 15, 212, 414 Gage, Thomas 467 Garrick, David 332 Garth, Samuel . . . 167,256,338 Gay, John 294, 367 Gibbon, Edward 355 Gibbons, Thomas 333 Gifford, Richard 354 Goethe . . 480, 533, 535, 539, 631 Goldsmith, Oliver . . 338, 521 Googe, Barnaby 5 Gosson, Stephen .... 5 624 Grafton, Richard 579 Grant, Anne 389 Graves, Richard 321 Gray, Thomas 325 Green, Matthew 293 Greene, Albert G 519 Greswell 315 Greville, Mrs 323 Griffin, Gerald 528 Gualtier, Phujppe .... 39 Habington, William .... 444 Haliburton, Thomas C. . . . 511 Hake will, George . . . 140, 584 Hall, Bishop 146 Hall, Robert 397 Halleck, Fitz-Greene. . . . 500 Halliwell, J. 519 Hare, Robert ... ... 222 Harrington, Sir John ... 141 Harrison, William 579 Harte, Francis Bret .... 568 Harvey, Stephen 234 Hawker, Robert 390 Hayes, Edward 517 Heber, Reginald 463 Hegge, Robert 167 Hemans, Felicia D 495 Henault, C. J. F 279 Hendyng 5 Henry, Matthew . . . 233, 637 Henry, Patrick 371 Herbert, George 160 Herodotus 621 Herrick, Robert 164 Hervey, Thomas K 518 Hesiod 628 Heywood, John 141 Heywood, Thomas 170 Hill, Aaron 261 Hippocrates 535, 570 Hobbes, Thomas 155 Hoffman, Charles F 542 Holcroft, Thomas 374 Holland, Sir Richard .... 16 Holmes, Oliver Wendell . . 544 Holt, Sir John 636 Home, John 335 Hood, Thomas 512 Hooker, Richard 18 Hooper, Ellen Sturgis . . . 560 Hopkins, Charles 508 Hopkinson, Joseph 401 Horace 182, 349, 353, 368, 390, 486, 627 Xll INDEX OF AUTHORS. Horne, Bishop 624 Howard, Samuel 324 Howell, James 508 Ho witt, Mart 529 Hoyle, Edmund 634 Hudson 623 Hume, David .... 522, 582, 626 Hunt, Leigh , . 491 HURD, RlCHARD ...... 335 Hurdis, James 395 Hutcheson, Francis .... 627 Ingram, John K 526 Irving, Washington .... 468 Jackson, Andrew 398 James, G. P. R . 530 James, Paul M 469 Jefferson, Thomas 369 Jefferys, Charles 584 Johnson, Samuel 311 Jones, Sir William . . 373, 457 Jonson, Ben 147 Juvenal 152, 222, 547 Keats, John 502 Keble, John 505 Kemble, Frances Anne . . . 542 Kemble, J. P 390 Kempis, Thomas a 5 Ken, Thomas 235 Kenney, James 445 Kepler, John 154 Key, F. S 491 Khayyam, Omar 571 King, William 583 Kingsley, Charles 567 Knight, Charles 540 Knolles. Richard 221 Knowles, J. S 491 Knox, William 429 Kotzebue, A. F. F. Von . . Lamb, Charles 430 Langford, G. W 5'69 Langhorne, John 372 Layard, A. H 562 Lee, Henry 396 Lee, Nathaniel 238 Leighton, Archbishop .... 324 Lemon, Mark 546 Le Sage 380, 576 L'Estrange, Roger 236 Leutsch and Schneidewin 574, 628 Lincoln, Abraham 543 520, 246, 412, Lesley, George Livy .... Lloyd, David . Lockhart, J. G. Logan, John . Logau, Friedrich von Longfellow, Henry W. Lovelace, Richard Lover, Samuel . Lowe, John . . Lowell, James Russell Lowth, Robert Lucretius . .. Luther, Martin Lyly, John Lyttelton, Lord Lytton, Sir E. Bulwer Macaulay, Thomas B. Mackay, Charles . Mackintosh, James . Macklin, Charles . Mahon, Lord . . . Manners, Lord John Marcy, William L. Marlowe, Christopher Marmion, Shackerly Marshall, John Martial Martin, Henri . . Marvell, Andrew . Mason, William . . Massinger, Philip . Maximus, Valerius . Meb, William . . Melchiar .... Menander .... Merrick, James . . MlCKLE, W. J. . . Middleton, Thomas. Miller, William Milman, Henry Hart Milner, Richard M. Milton, John . . . Miner, Charles . . Moliere Monnoye, Bernard de l. Montagu, Lady Mary W Montaigne .... 167, 62! Montgomery, James ... . Montgomery, Robert . . . . Montrose, Marquis of . . . 139 196, 149, 510 6 266 501 377 574 535 172 524 389 563 304 471 571 140 321 525 627 559 395 305 632 347 494 17 630 396 240 622 232 390 304 622 526 346, 524, 231, 332 367 580 556 498 526 178 464 633 345 296 630 439 478 214 INDEX OF AUTHORS xm Moors, Clement C Moore. Edward . M: ire, Thomas . MORE, Hannah . Morell, Thomas . Morris, Charles Morris, George P Morton. Thomas Moss, Thomas Motherwell, William mohlekbero, w. a. Mow jk, Dinah M. Monster, Ernst F Murphy, Arthur Nairne, Lady . . Napier, Sir W. F. Napoleon . . . Xapoleon III. Newton, Isaac . Noel, Thomas Norris, John . . Norton, Caroline E O'Hara. Kane . O'Hara. Theodore O'Keife. John . O'Kelley. Capt. . Oldts. William . OMkara, B. E. . Orrery, R. B. Otway, Thomas . Oyerbcry, Sir Thom Ovid .... Oxenstiern Palne. Robert Treat Paine. Thomas . Palet, William . Pardoe, Julia Parker, Mariyn Parker, Theodore Parnell, Thomas Pascal .... Payne. J. Howard Pzele. George . Perciyal, James G Percy, Bishop . Perry, Oliyer H. Persics .... Ph-idrus . . . Philips. Ambrose Philips. John Phillips, Charles 445 323 455 376 238 3S3 527 3.4 377 511 468 140 142 535, 395 468 627 633 23d 543 238 524 _; 375 171 237 150 581 156 370 37-3 561 162 545 258 270 503 465 516 581 469 259 621 253 2:"2 : : i Phllostratcs . Pierpont. John Pi>-ck>-et. Charles C. Put. Earl of Chatham Pitt. Willlam Pitt, Wtt.t.tam Plautus . . . Playford. John Plutarch' . 245. 332 Poe, Edgar A. Pollok. Robert Pomfret. John Pompadour, Madame de Pope, Alexander. Pope, Walter Porter, Mrs. Dayed Porteus, Beilby . Powell. Sir John Praep. W, M. Priestley, Joseph James . . Prior. Matthew Proclus .... Procter. Bryan W Publics Syrus Pulteney. William Quarles. Fb quincy, josiah . quincy. josiah . Q chard . . . Qulntilian . . . Rabelais. F: Rabutln. Bussy de Racine Raleigh. Sir Walte: Ramsay. Allan . Randall, H. S. Kansford, Edwln .Iayenscroft. Thoma: Ray. William Rhodes, William B, Richards, Amelia B. Robinson, Mary R : EHBFOUC aCLD R: CHESTER, Earl of Rogers, Samuel . : . Madame Rose :::mon. Earl of Roossbau, Jean J Bows, Nicholas . 624. 632 147 511 319 392 431 488 581 m : , 633, 634 556 241. 243 161 268 234 531 347 233 518 630 .352 241 : 508 222 ; ' 377 16 167 316 572 U m 13 261 631 581 345 : [': 391 575 235 U ) :": 231 :": 258 2. X1Y INDEX OF AUTHORS. Roydon, Mathew Rumbold, Richard St. Augustine Sales, St. Francis Salis, J. G. VON Sallust .... Salvandy, M. de Sandys, Sir Edwin Sargent, Epes . Savage, Richard SCARRON . . . schelling . . . schidoni . . . Schiller . . . Scott, Sir Walter Sears, Edmund II. Sebastlani, General Ssdley, Sir Charles Selden, John . . . Selvaggi .... Seneca 8,141,152,229, Sevigne, Madame de Sew all, Harriet W. Sew all, Jonathan M, Seward, Thomas Seward, William II. Sewell, George . . Shaftesbury, Earl of Shakespeare, William 'Sheffield .... Shelley, Percy B. . Shenstone, William Sheridan, R. Brinsley Shirley, James . . Sidney, Algernon . Sidney, Sir Philip . Sirmond, John . . Sismondi .... Smart, Christopher Smith, Adam . . Smith, Alexander . Smith, Capt. John . Smith, Edmund . . Smith, Horace . . Smith, James . . . Smith, Samuel F. . Smith, Sydney . . Smollett, Tobias Smyth, William . . Somerville, William Sophocles .... 2o>) 140, 447 209 4 l J2 236 634 317 577 626 634 293 560 300 346 622 467 622 556 630 237 156 224 304 627 566 429 170 519 298 631 19 236 521 324 3:8 153 398 16 571 622 310 629 569 467 286 426 426 546 427 337 335 293 522 South. Robert . . Southerns, Thomas Southey, Robert Southwell, Robert . Spencer, William R Spenser, Edmund . Sprague, Charles . Stael, Madame de . Steele, Sir Richard Steers, Miss Fanny Sterne, Laurence . Sternhold, Thomas Stevens, George A. Stiles, Ezra Still, Bishop , Story, Joseph Stoughton, W.lliam Stow ell, Lord . Suckling, Sir John Suetonius . . . Swift, Jonathan- Tacitus . . 203, Talfourd, T. Noon Tate and Brady Taylor, Henry . Taylor, Jane . . Taylor, Jeremy . . Temple, Sir William Tennyson, Alfred . Terence . . . Tertullian . . . Theobald, Louis Theocritus . . Thomas, F. W. . Thomson, James . Thrale, Mrs. Thurlow, Lord . Tibullus Tickell, Thomas Tillotson, John . Tobin, John . toplady, a. m. . Tourneur, Cyril Townley, James . Trumbull, John . Tucker, Dean Tuke, Samuel T upper, Martin F Tusser, Thomas . Uhland, J. Louis Usteri, J. M. 229 315 243, 298, 424, 4S0 621, 025 140, 7, 166 624, 628 ; 266 388 624 8 438 10 499 622 252 490 322 7 337 631 7 469 171 375 162 263 245 627 507 619 528 446 228 234 547 ,627 632 304 295 542 301 371 393 226 293 232 393 371 149 320 383 629 253 555 5 578 577 INDEX OF AUTHORS. XV Valerius Maximus . 622 Vandyk, H. S. . . .51" 13S YaUGHAN, HENRY 214 368 Virgil . 277 332 YOLNEY 521 Voltaire 232. 266 355. 454, 623, 627 632 Wade, J. A. . . . 529 234 Walker. William . Waller, Edmund 175 Walpole, Horace . . . 334 521 Walpole, Sir Robert 253 WaItTow, Izaak . 157 Warburton, Thomas Wart ox. Thomas 311 Washington, George 368 Watts, Isa^.c 254 Webster, Daniel . 465 Webster. John . . 167 Welby, Amelia B. . Wellington, Duke op 400 Wells, William V. 629 Wesley. Charles . 305 Wesley, John . . 309 Whewell. William 140 White. Henry Kirke .... 521 Whittier, John G 541 Wight, R. A 625 Wilde. Richard H 504 Willard, Emma 497 Williams, Helen M 396 Williams, Roger 157 Willis, Nathaniel P 562 Wilson, Mrs. C. B 541 Winslow, Edward 233 Winthrop, John 17'J Wlnthrop, Robert C 523 Wither, George 155 Wolcot. John .... 375. 46S Wolfe, Charles 504 Wolfe, James 347 Woodworth, Samuel .... 464 Wordsworth, William . . 402 Wotton, Sir Henry .... 143 Wrother, Miss 376 Wycherley, William .... 388 Yalden, Thomas 167 Young, Edward 262 Young, Sir John 147 Zoucn, Thomas 158 Junius. Letters of . . . &52, 517. 553 Nbw England Prlmer 535 Old Testament 535 New Testament 607 Book of Common Prayer 618 Appendix 621 Proverbial Expressions 635 FAMILIAK QUOTATIONS. GEOFFREY CHAUCER. 1328-1400. AVhaxxe that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. Canterbury Tcdts. 1 Prologue. Line 1. And smale forties maken melodie. That slepen alle night with open eye. So j:>riketh hem nature in hir corages : Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. Line 9. And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Line 69. He was a veray parht gentil knight. Line 72. He conde songes make, and wel endite. Line 95. Fnl wel she sange the service devine. Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she spake fnl fayre and fetisly. After the scole of Stratford atte bowe. For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe. Line 122. A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. Line 287. For him was lever nan at his bedcles lied A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red. Of Aristotle, and his philosophic. Than robes riche, or Mel. or santrie. But all be that he was a philosophre. Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. Line 295. 1 Text of Tynvhitt. 1 ' 2 CHAUCER. And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310. Nowher so hesy a man as lie ther n' as, And yet he semed besier than he was. Line 323. His studie was but litel on the Bible. Line 440. For gold in phisike is a cordial ; Therefore he loved gold in special. Line 445. Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder. Line 493. This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf, That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. Line 408. But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught, but first he folwed it himselve. Line 529. And yet he had a thomb of gold parcle. 1 Line 565. Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. Line 733. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. The Knightes Tale. Line 1G44. Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. Line 2275. To maken vertue of necessite. Line 3044. And brought of mighty ale a large quart. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497. 1 In allusion to the proverb, " Every honest miller has a golden thumb." & CHAUCER. 3 Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. 1 Canterbury Tales. Tie R eves Prologue. Line 3880. So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. The Reves Tale. Line 4153. And for to see, and eek for to be seye. 2 The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134. I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to. 3 Line 6154. Loke who that is most vertuous alway. Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can. And take him for the gretest gentilman. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695. That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis. Line 6752. This flour of wifly patience. The Clerkes Tale. Pars v. Line 8797. They demen gladly to the badder end. The Squieres Tale. Line 10538. Fie on possession. But if a man be vertuous withal. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998. Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. The Franl'tleines Tale. Line 11789. Mordre wol out, that see we day by day. 4 The Xonnes Preestes Tale. Line 15058. 1 E'en in our a-hes live their wonted fires. — Gray, Elegy. St. 23. 2 Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentnr ut ipsa?. Ovid, Art of Love, i. 99. 3 See Pope. Page 289. 4 Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act ii. Sc. 2. 4 CHAUCER. But all thing, which that shineth as the gold, Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told. 1 Canterbury Tales. The Chanones Yemannes Tale. Line 16430. The iirste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine, and kepen wel thy tonge. The Manciples Tale. Line 17281. Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese. 2 Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 470. For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this, A man that hath been in prosperite, And it remember, whan it passed is. Book iii. Line 1G25. One eare it heard, at the other out it went. Book iv. I/me 435. The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne. Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. The Assembly of Foules. Line 1. For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere, And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere. Lint 22. Nature, the vicar of the almightie Lord. Line 379. Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 41. That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all. Line 183. 1 See Appendix, p. 635. 2 $ ee Appendix, p. 646. KEMPIS. — TUSSER. THOMAS A KEMPIS. 1380-1471. Man proposes, but God disposes. 1 Imitation of Christ. Book i. Ch. 19. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind. 2 Ch. 23. Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen. 3 Book in. Ch. 12. THOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580. Time tries the troth in everything. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle. Ch. 1. God sendeth and giveth, both mouth and the meat. Good Husbandry Lessons. The stone that is rolling can gather no moss. 4 Ibid. 1 This expression is of much greater antiquity; it appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, p. 27 (Lower's translation), and in Piers Ploughmans Vision, line 13,994. A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps. — Proverbs xvi. 9. 2 Out of syght, out of mynd. — Googe's Eglogs. 1563. And out of mind as soon as out of sight. Lord Brooke, Sonnet lvi. Fer from eze, fer from herte, Quoth Hendyng. — Hendyng's Proverbs, MSS. Circa 1320. 3 Compare Chaucer. Page 4. 4 A rowling stone gathers no moss. Gosson's Ephemerides of Phialo. 6 TUSSER. . Better late than never. 1 Five' Hundred Points of Good Husbandry . An Habitation Enforced. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. The Farmer's Daily Diet. Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. 2 A Description of the Properties of Winds. J All 's fish they get That Cometh to net. February's Abstract. Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man. 3 April's Abstract. Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing. June's Abstract. 'T is merry in hall Where beards wag all. 4 August's Abstract. For buying or selling of pig in a poke. September's Abstract. Naught venture naught have. October's Abstract. Look ere thou leaj), see ere thou go. 5 Of Wiving and Thriving. Dry sun, dry wind, Safe bind, safe find. Washing. 1 Potius sero quam numquam. — Livy, iv. 2. 11. 2 See Appendix, p. 642. 3 On the authority of M. Cimber, of the Bibliotheque Roy ale, we owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard, — Tel maitre, tel valet. 4 Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. Attributed to Adam Davie (1312), Life of Alexander. 5 See Appendix, p. 643. 6 Fast bind, fast find. — Hey wood's Proverbs. 1546. EDWARDS. — STILL. — STERNHOLD. RICHARD EDWARDS. Circa 1523-1566. The fall jng out of f aithf ull frends, is the renuyng of loue. The Paradise of Dainty Devices.^ BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607. I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Gammer Gurton's Needle.' 2 Act ii. Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold ; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. Act ii. THOMAS STERNHOLD. 1540. The Lord descended from above And bow'd the heavens high ; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode ; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. Collection of Hymns. lOUh Psalm. 1 Amantium iraB amoris integratiost. — Terence, Andria, 555. 2 Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than Gammer Gurton's Needle. — Skelton, Works, ed. Dyce, vol. i. pp. vii.-x., n. DYER.— KOYDON. EDWARD DYER. Circa 1540-1607. My mind to me a kingdom is ; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss, That earth affords or grows by kind : Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. 1 MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17. Hannah's Courtly Poets. MATHEW ROYDON. Circa 1586. A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes. An Elegie on a Friend's Passion for his Astrophill. 2 1 Mens regnum bona possidet. Seneca, Thyestes, Act ii. Line 380. My mind to me a kingdom is ; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss, That God and Nature hath assigned. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Byrd's Psalmes, Sonnets, SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nympl *- Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Fain would I. but I dare not : I dare, and yet I may not : I may, although I care not. for pleasure when I play not. Fain TT Passions are likened best to floods and streams : The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. 1 The Silent Lover 1 Altissima quaeque flumina minimo sono labi. Quintus Curtius, vii. 4. 13. 14 RALEIGH. Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty : A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. The Silent Lover. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant : Fear not to touch the best ; The truth shall be thy warrant : Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. The Lie. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Verses to Edmund Spenser. Cowards [may] fear to die ; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out. On the snuff of a candle the night before he died. — Raleigh's Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661. Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! Written .the night before his death. — Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster. Shall I, like an hermit dwell On a rock or in a cell. Poem. If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be ? 1 Ibid. 1 If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be ? George Wither, The Shepherd's Resolution. R ALEIGH. — CHAPMAN. 1 5 If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be? Poem. Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall. 1 [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. Historie of the World. Preface. O eloquent, just and mightie Death ! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded ; what none hath dared, thou hast done ; and whom all the world hath nattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised : thou hast drawn e together all the farre stretched greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie and ambi- tion of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet! Book v. Pt. 1, ad fin. GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. Xone ever loved but at first sight they loved. 2 Blind Beggar of Alexandria, ad fin. Young men think old men are fools ; But old men know young men are fools. 3 Al Fooles. (1605.) 1 Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.' " — Fuller, IVoi^thies of England, 2 Who ever loved that loved not at first sight? Marlowe, Hero and Leander. 3 Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many people's mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb. — Ray' - Proverbs, p. 145, ed. Bohn. 1 6 SIDNEY. — HOLLAND. SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth chil- dren from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. Ibid. I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. Ibid. High erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy. Arcadia. Booh i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts. Ibid. Many-headed multitude. 1 Booh ii. My dear, my better half. Booh iii. Fool ! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write. 2 Astrophel and Stella, i. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel. 3 Ibid. Second Song. SIR RICHARD HOLLAND. O Douglas* O Douglas Tenclir and trewe. The Buhe of the HowlatA Stanza xxxi. 1 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus, Act ii. Sc. 3. Page 76. 2 Look, then, into thine heart, and write. Longfellow, Voices of the Night . Prelude. 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor. 4 The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed bv the Bannatyne Club, 1823. MARLOWE. 17 CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. Comparisons are odious. 1 Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. I 'm armed with more than complete steel, The justice of my quarrel. 2 Ibid. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? 3 Hero and Leander. Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountains, yields. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. By shallow rivers, to wjiose falls Melodious birds sin£ madrigals. Ibid. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. Ibid. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act L Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. Act \. Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove ; that is, more knave than fool. Act ii. Love me little, love me long. 4 Act, iv. 1 See Appendix, p. 638. 2 See Shakespeare, 2 Henry VI., Act iii. Sc. 2. Page 68. 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in As You Like It. Compare Chap- man, p. 15. 4 See Appendix, p. 643. 2 18 MARLOWE. — HOOKER. When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus. Was this the face that launch'u a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies ! Ibid. 0, thou art fairer than the evening air, Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Ibid. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, 1 ' That sometime grew within this learned man. Ibid. RICHAKD HOOKER. 1553-1600. Of Law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the har- mony of the world : all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Booh i. That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. Booh i. 1 O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen. Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, Act iv. Sc. 13. SHAKESPEARE. 19 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1 1564-1616. I would fain die a dry death. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. Ibid. What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? Act i. Sc. 2. I. thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness, and the bettering of my mind. Ibid. Like one. Who having, into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory. To credit his own lie. Ibid. My library Was dukedom large enough. Ibid. From the still-vexed Bermoothes. Ibid. I will be correspondent to command And do my spiriting gently. Ibid. Fill all thy bones with aches. Ibid. Come unto these yellow sands. And then take hands : Courtsied when you have, and kissed The wild waves whist. Ibid. 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. Ibid. 1 Text of Clark and "Wright. 20 SHAKESPEARE. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple : If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Ibid. Gon, Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True ; save means to live. Act ii. Sc. 1. A very ancient and fish-like smell. Act ii. Sc. 2. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. Ibid. Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. Act iii. Sc. 1. He that dies pays all debts. Act iii. Sc 2. A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Act iii. Sc. 3. Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. Ibid. 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 iv. Sc. 1. With foreheads villanous low. Ibid, Deeper than did ever plummet sound, I' 11 drown my book. Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. 21 Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1. I have no other but a woman's reason ; I think him so, because I think him so. Act i. Sc. 2. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ! Act i. Sc. 3. 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. Act ii. Sc. 4. He makes sweet music with th' enamelled stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. Act ii. Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. Act iii. Sc. 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. Ibid. A man I am, crossed with adversity. Act iv. Sc. 1. Is she not passing fair ? Act iv. Sc 4. 1 How use doth breed a habit in a man ! Act v. Sc. 4. Come not within the measure of my wrath. Ibid. I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. All his successors gone before him have done 't ; and all his ancestors that come after him may. Ibid. It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. Ibid. i Act iv. Sc. 2, Dyce. » 22 SHAKESPEARE. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. Mine host of the Garter. ibid. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. ibid. 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. Ibid. O base Hungarian wight ! wilt thou the spigot wield ? Act i. Sc. 3. i Convey/ the wise it call. ' Steal ! ' foh ! a fico for the phrase ! Ibid. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. ibid. Tester I '11 have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk ! Ibid. Thou art the Mars of malcontents. ibid. Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. Act i. Sc. 4. We burn daylight. Act ii. Sc. 1. There 's the humour of it. Ibid. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. Ibid. Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. Act ii. Sc. 2. This is the short and the long of it. Ibid. Unless experience be a jewel. Ibid. Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 23 We have some salt of our youth in us. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. 5c. 3. I cannot tell what the dickens his name is. Act iii. Sc. 2. What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket ! Act iii. Sc. 3. O. what a world of vile ill-favoured faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year ! Act iii. Sc. 4. Happy man be his dole ! Ibid. I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. Act iii. 5c. 5. As good luck would have it. The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. Hid. A man of my kidney. Hid. Think of that. Master Brook. Ibid. In his old lunes again. Act iv. Sc. 2. There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Act v. Sc. 1. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do. Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us. 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But. like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor. Both thanks and use. Measure for Measure. Act i, Sc. 1. 24 SHAK ;, 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of (discretion. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it. never in the tongue Of him that makes it. TVhen daisies pied and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white. And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight. But earthlier happy 1 is the rose distilled. Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness. J. Midsummer Ni$ kt's Dream. Act i, Sc 1. For aught that I could ever read.' 2 Could ever hear by tale or history. The course of true love never did run smooth. Ibid. 1 ' earthly happier." Singer, Staunton, Knight. 2 ' ev c r I cuuld real." Dvce. K:v_Lr. >::;^rr. White. 34 SHAKESPEARE. O hell ! to choose love by another's eyes. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, " Behold ! " The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion. Ibid. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind ; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Ibid. Masters, spread yourselves. Act i. Sc. 2. This is Ercles' vein. Ibid. I will roar }~ou as gently as any sucking dove ; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. Ibid. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. Ibid. The human mortals. Act ii. Sc. 1A The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music. IbidA And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound. And maidens call it love-in-idleness. IbidA I '11 put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. IbidA i Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. SHAKESPEARE. 35 My heart Is true as Steel. A Midsummer NighVs Dream. Act ii. Sc. I. 1 I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. Ibid. 1 A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. Act iii. Sc. 1. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art translated. Ibid. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. Act iii. Sc. 2. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. Ibid. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Act iv. Sc. 1. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact. Act v. Sc. 1. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, m a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! Ibid. 1 Act ii. Sc. 2, Singer, Knight. 86 SHAKESPEARE. • The true beginning of our end. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act v. Sc. 1. The best in this kind are but shadows. Ibid. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. Ibid. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. Ibid. You have too much respect upon the world : They lose it that do buy it with much care. Ibid. I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano •, A stage where every man must play a part, And mine a sad one. Ibid. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster ? Ibid. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. Ibid. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark ! Ibid. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. Ibid. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth ; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 37 They are as sick, that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but compe- tency lives longer. Ibid. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. ibid. fj^God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. Ibid. I dote on his very absence. Ibid. Ships are but boards, sailors but men : there be land- rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. Act i. Sc. 3. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following, but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto ? Ibid. I will feed fat the ancient ^rud^e I bear him. Ibid. Even there where merchants most do congregate. Ibid. — The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. Ibid. A goodly apple rotten at the heart : O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath ! Ibid. Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. Ibid. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. Ibid. And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. . Ibid. In a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. Ibid. 38 SHAKESPEARE. When did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend ? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun. Act ii. Sc. 1. According to Fates and Destinies and such odd say- ings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning. Act ii. Sc. 2. The very staff of my age, my very prop. Ibid. It is a wise father that knows his own child. Ibid. And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. Act ii. Sc. 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoyed. How like a younker or a prodigal, The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugged and embraced by the strumpet wind ! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weathered ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggared by the strumpet wind ! Act ii. Sc. 6. But love is blind and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. Ibid. If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. Act iii. Sc. 1. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge, ibid. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? Ibid. The villany you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction. ibid. SHAKES PEAKE. 89 Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music. The Merchant of Venice. Act ill. Sc. 2. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head ? How begot, how nourished ? Reply, reply. Ibid. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But, being seasoned with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? Ibid. The kindest man, The best-conditioned and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. Ibid. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother. 1 Act iii. Sc. 5. Let it serve for table-talk. - Ibid. A harmless necessary cat. Act iv. Sc. 1. What ! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice ? Ibid. I am a tainted wether of the flock. Ibid. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. Ibid. The quality of mercy is not strained, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice blest ; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes : 'T is mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown : His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, 1 Inciclis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim. — Philippe Gual- tier (about the thirteenth century), Alexandre-is, Book v. Line 301. 40 SHAKESPEARE. Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kin^s ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, // When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. A Daniel come to judgment ! yea, a Daniel ! Ibid. Is it so nominated in the bond ? * Ibid. 'T is not in the bond. Ibid. Speak me fair in death. ibid. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew ! . Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. ibid. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. Ibid. 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. Ibid. He is well paid that is well satisfied. Ibid. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : 1 * It is not nominated in the bond' White. SHAKESPEARE. 41 There "s not the smallest orb which the Id's! But in his motion like an angel sings. Still quiring to the young-eyed ehernbins ? S ich harmony is in immortal souls : But whilst this muddy vesture of de Doth grossl) close it in. we cannot hear it. The Merchant Act \ ?c 1, I am never merry when I heai sweet music. Ibid. The man that hath no music in himself. Not ved with concord of sweet sounds. Is tit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night And his affections dark as Erel as : Let no such man be trusted. Ibid. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. How many things by season sea-oned are To their right praise and true | srfection ! Ibid. This night methinks is but the daylight sick. Ibid. ie blessed candles of the night. TTell said : that was laid on with a trowel. A* Y Liki It ActLS . My pride fell with my fortune Ibid. CeL Not a word ? Ros. Not one to throw at ; dog. ActL& O. how full of briers is this working-day world ! Ibid. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Ibid. ^ e '11 have a swashing and a martial outsit. As inanv other mannish cowards have. 42 SHAKESPEARE. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from jmblic haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in every thing. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. Ibid. " Poor deer," quoth he, " thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." Ibid, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. Ibid. And He that doth the ravens feed Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Act ii. Sc. 3. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. Ibid. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. Ibid. O good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. Ibid. Travellers must be content. Act ii. Sc. 4. Under the greenwood tree. Act ii. Sc. 5. I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. Act ii. Sc, 7. SHAKESPEARE. 43 And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. As You Like It. Act ii. 8c. 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see," quoth he, " how the world wags." Ibid. And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale. Ibid. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative, And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. Ibid. Motley 's the only wear. Ibid. If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it : and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. Ibid. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. Ibid. The ' why ' is plain as way to parish church. Ibid. If ever you have looked on better days, If ever been where bells have knolled to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. Ibid. And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered. Ibid. 44 SHAKESPEARE. 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 school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and 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 every thing. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Ibid. The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. 45 If goes much against my stomach. Hast any phi- losophy in thee, shepherd? M Tom Like Ft. Ad ill. S: 2 He that wants money, means, and content is with::.: three good friends. With bag and baggage. /:;'.:. wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful won- ful ! and yet again wonderful, and after that out 11 hooping ! Ibid I do desire we may be better strangers. /::'.:. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I '11 tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow- fault came to match it. Neither rhyme nor reason. Ibid. I would the gods had made the- poetical. Down on your knees, And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's 1c A : I It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and in- deed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in wh my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Ad ; S :. I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. Or I will scarce think vou have swam in a gondola. Ibid. 46 SHAKESPEARE. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men have died from *time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Ibid. Too much of a good thing. ibid. For ever and a day. Ibid. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Ibid. Chewing the food l of sweet and bitter fancy. Act iv. Sc. 3. It is meat and drink to me. Act v. Sc. l. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Ibid. No sooner met but they looked, no sooner looked but they loved, no sooner loved but they sighed, no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason, no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. Act v. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes ! Ibid. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. Act v. Sc. 4. The Retort Courteous ; . . . the Quip Modest ; . . . the Reply Churlish ; . . . the Reproof Valiant ; . . . the Countercheck Quarrelsome ; . . . the Lie with Cir- cumstance ; . . . the Lie Direct. Ibid. Your If is the only peacemaker ; much virtue in If. Ibid. Good wine needs no bush. Epilogue. 1 'cud,' Dyce, Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 47 Let the world slide. T\iT..:;\ fi Shrew. Indue. Sc. 1. I '11 not budge an inch. As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece And Peter Turph and Henry Piinpernell And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were nor no man ever saw. Indue. Sc 2. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en : In brief, sir. study what you most affect. Ad i. Sc. 1. There \s small choice in rotten apples. Why, nothing come- amiss, so money comes withal. Sc. 2. Tush ! tush '. fear boys with bugs. And do as adversaries do in law. Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. Ibid. AYlio wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure. 3c. 2. And thereby hangs a tale. 1 5 . l. My cake is dough. Sfe. l. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. Ad v. Sc. 2. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. Ibid. 'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star And think to wed it. AU 't Wt 11 that Sc. 1. The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. 1 Ot/ieUn. Act iii. Sc. 1: Me :. Wives :/' Wind* \ Act i. Sc. 4; Ai You Liki /". Ad ii. Sc. 7. 48 SHAKESPEAKE. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven. All '5 Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. Service is no heritage. Act i. Sc. 3. He must needs go that the devil drives. Ibid. My friends were poor but honest. Ibid. Oft expectation fails and most oft there Where most it promises. Act ii. Sc. 1. I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. Actii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. Act ii. Sc. 3. The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. Act iv. Sc. 3. Whose words all ears took captive. Act v. Sc. 3. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. Ibid. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time. Ibid. All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. Ibid. The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. Ibid. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, 1 That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1. 1 'Like the sweet south,' Dyce and Singer. SHAKESPEARE. 49 I am sure care *s an enemy to life. Twelfth Ntght. Act i. 8c. 3. At my fingers* ends. Ibid. TTherefore are these things hid ? Ibid. Is it a world to hide virtues in ? Ibid. 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on : Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Act i, Sc 5. Halloo your name to the reverberate hills And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. Ibid. Journeys end in lovers meeting. Every wise man's son doth know. ' ii. Sc. 3. Then come kiss me. sweet and twenty. Ibid. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Ibid. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtu- ous, there shall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo. Yes. by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Ibid. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Act ii. Sc. 4. Let still the woman take An elder than herself : so wears she to him. So sways she level in her husband's heart : For. boy. however we do praise ourselves. Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn. Than women's are. Ibid. 50 SHAKESPEARE. Then let thy love be younger than thyself. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. Twelfth Night. Act ii. So. 4. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Ibid. Duke. And what 's her history ? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Ibid. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. Ibid. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Ibid. The trick of singularity. Ibid. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! Act iii. Sc. 1. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Ibid. Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou write with a' goose-pen, no matter. Act iii. Sc. 2. This is very midsummer madness. Act iii. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE. 51 If this were played apoD :. stage now. I coi I demn it as an improbable fiction. Twdftl Night. Act iii. S i More matter for a May morning. /■■.'". Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. /?: ;. An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence. I Id have seen him damned ere I Id have chai- ned Mm. Out of my lean and low ability I '11 lend you something. As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink. very wittily said to a niece of King G wboduc, That that is is. Ad do. What is the opinion of Pythag -rning wild fowl ? Mai. That the soul of our grandam might haply in- habit a bird. Glo. What thinkest thou of his opinion ? Mai. I think nobly of the soul, and no way approve his opinion. — Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. 8c. l. For the rain it raineth every day. What *s gone and what \s past help Should be past grief. Tht WinU 't Tale. A - iii. 8 - A snapper-up of unconsidered trifl Act iv. > A merry heart goes all the day. Your sad tires in a mile-a. 1 Ad iii. 8c. 5. I>yee. - .4;- iv. fife. 2. Dyce, Knight, Sinsrer. St* 52 SHAKESPEARE. Daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eves Or Cytherea's breath. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.1 When you do dance. I wish you A wave o' the sea. that you might ever do Nothing but that. IbidA To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. rbidA Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John. Act i. Sc. 1, And if his name be George, I '11 call him Peter ; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. Ibid. For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. Ibid. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. Ibid, For courage mounteth with occasion. Act ii. Sc. l. I would that I were low laid in my grave : 1 am not worth this coil that *s made for me, Ibid. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. Ibid. He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she. Ibid. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs ! Ibid: 1 Zounds ! I was never so bethumped with words Since I first called my brother's father dad. Ibid* i Act iv, Sc. 3, Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, White. 2 Actii. Sc. 2, Singer, Staunton, Knight. SHAKESPEARE. 53 I will instruct my sorrows to be proud ; For grief is proud and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. I. 1 Here I and sorrows sit ; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. Ibid. 1 Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward ! Thou little valiant, great in villany ! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side ! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety ! Ibid. Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. Ibid. That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. Ibid. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. Act iii. Sc. 4. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Yexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. Ibid. When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye. Ibid. And he that stands upon a slippery place Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. Ibid. How now, foolish rheum ! Act iv. Sc. l. 1 Act ii. Sc, 2, White. 54 SHAKESPEARE. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. King John, Act iv. Sc. 2. And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse. Ibid. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. Ibid. Make haste ; the better foot before. Ibid. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. Ibid. Another lean unwashed artificer. Ibid. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done ! Ibid. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. Act v. Sc. 1. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. Act v. Sc 7. Come the three corners of the- world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. Ibid. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. Ibid. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. Act i. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 55 All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. 0, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus ? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast ? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat ? O, no ! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. Ibid, The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. Act ii. Sc. 1. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. Ibid. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. Ibid. The ripest fruit first falls. Ibid. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. Act ii. Sc. 3. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. Act m. Sc.l. 56 SHAKESPEARE. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. Ibid. O, call back yesterday, bid time return. Jbid. Let 's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs. Ibid. And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. Ibid. Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king ! Ibid. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. Act iii. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. Ibid. 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 iv, Sc. 1. A mockery king of snow. Jbid. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. Act v. Sc. 2. As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye. Act v. Sc. 5. SHAKESPEARE. 57 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 IV., Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. Act i. Sc. 2. Old father antic the law. Ibid. I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. Ibid. Thou hast damnable iteration. Ibid. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. Ibid. 'T is my vocation, Hal ; 't is no sin for a man to la- bour in his vocation. Ibid. He will give the devil his due. Ibid. There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellow- ship in thee. Ibid. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. Ibid. Fresh as a bridegroom ; and his chin new reaped Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home ; He was perfumed like a milliner ; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. Act i. Sc. 3. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobilitv. Ibid. 58 SHAKESPEAKE, And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digged Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroyed So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. King Henry IV., Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare ! Ibid. By heaven, me thinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground. And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. Ibid. I know a trick worth two of that. Act ii. Sc. I. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I '11 be hanged. Act ii. Sc 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. Ibid. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. Ibid. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. Act ii. Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan. Ibid. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say. Ibid. There live not three good men unhanged in Eng- land ; and one of them is fat and grows old. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 59 Call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such backing ! King Henry IV., Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. Ibid. I have peppered two of thern : two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward ; here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me — Ibid. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. Ibid. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a rea- son upon compulsion, I. Ibid. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. Ibid. I was now a coward on instinct. Ibid. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me ! Ibid. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight ? Ibid. A plague of sighing and grief! it blows a man up like a bladder. Ibid. In King Cambyses' vein. Ibid. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. Ibid. Play out the play. Ibid. O monstrous ! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack ! Ibid. Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. Act \n. Sc. 1. I am not in the roll of common men. Ibid. 60 SHAKESPEARE. Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot Why, so can I, or so can any man ; But will they come when you do call for them ? King Henry IV., Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, while you live, tell truth and shame the devil ! Ibid. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. Ibid. But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I '11 cavil on the ninth part of a hair. Ibid. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. Ibid. A good mouth-filling oath. Ibid. A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. Act iii. Sc. 2. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. Ibid. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. Act iii. Sc. 3. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. Ibid. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn ? Ibid. Rob me the exchequer. Ibid. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. Act iv. Sc. 1. That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. . Ibid. All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed ; Glittering in golden coats, like images ; As full of spirit as the month of May. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 61 I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly armed, Rise 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 horsemanship. King Henry IV., Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. Act iv. Sc. 2. A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. Xo eye hath seen such scarecrows. I r ll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat : nay. and the villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on ; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There *s but a shirt and a half in all my com- pany ; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. Ibid. Food for powder, food for powder ; they '11 fill a pit as well as better. Ibid. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. Act v. Sc. 1. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can hon- our set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it ? no. Doth he hear it ? no. 'T is insensible, then. Yea, to the dead. But 62 SHAKESPEARE. will it not live with the living ? no. Why ? detrac- tion will not suffer it. Therefore I '11 none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my cate- chism. King Henry IV., Part I. Act v. Sc. 1. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. Act v. Sc. 4. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. . Ibid. I could have better spared a better man. Ibid. The better part of valour is discretion. Ibid. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. Ibid. Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath ; and so was he : but we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. Ibid. I 'II purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. Ibid. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. King Henry IV., Part II. Act i. Sc. 1. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remembered tolling a departing friend. Ibid. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. Act i. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the salt- ness of time. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 63 We that are in the vaward of our youth. • King Henry IV., Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. For my voice. I have lost it with halloing and sing- ing of anthems. Ibid. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. Ibid. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. Ibid. Past and to come seems best ; things present worst. Act i. Sc. 3. I '11 tickle your catastrophe. Act ii. Sc. l. He hath eaten me out of house and home. Ibid. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. Ibid. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. Act ii. Sc. 2. Let the end try the man. Ibid. Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. Ibid. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. Act ii. Sc. 3. sleep, gentle sleep, Xature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee. That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Act iii. Sc, 1. With all appliances and means to boot. Ibid. Uneasv lies the head that wears a crown. Ibid. 64 SHAKESPEARE. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all ; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair ? King Henry IV., Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated ; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated ; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated ; which is an ex- cellent thing. Ibid. Most forcible Feeble. Ibid. We have heard the chimes at midnight* Ibid. A man can die but once. Ibid. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. Ibid. I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, ' I came, saw, and overcame.' Act iv. Sc. 3. He hath a tear for pity and a hand Open as day for melting charity. Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. Act iv. Sc. 5. 1 Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. Ibid. 1 A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick- shaws, tell William cook. Act v. Sc 1. A foutre for the world and worldlings base ! I speak of Africa and golden joys. Act v. Sc. 3. Under which king, Bezonian ? speak, or die. Ibid. 1 Act iv. Sc. 4, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. SHAKESPEARE. 65 O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! King Henry V. Prologue. Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. Act i. Sc. 1. Turn him to any cause of policy. The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter : that, when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. Ibid. Base is the slave that pays. Act ii. Sc 1. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. Act ii. Sc. 3. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self -neglecting. Act ii. Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. Act iii. Sc. 1. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Ibid. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. Ibid. Men of few words are the best men. Act iii. Sc. 2. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. Act iii. Sc. 6. You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. Act iii. Sc. 7. 1 l Act iii. Sc. 6, Dyce. 5 66 SHAKESPEARE. The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch . Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face ; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up, Give dreadful note of preparation. King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue, There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. Act iv. Sc. 1. Every subject's duty is the king's ; but every sub- ject's soul is his own. Ibid. That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. Ibid. Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. Ibid. Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. Ibid. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. Act iv. Sc. 3. This day is called the feast of Crispian : He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. Ibid. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth 1 as household words, Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester, Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. Ibid. 1 'in their mouths,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. SHAKESPEARE. 67 There is a river in Macedon ; and there is also more- over a river at Monmouth ; . . . and there is salmons in both. King Htnry V. Act iv. Sc. 7. An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England ! Act iv. Sc. 8= There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. Act v. Sc. l. By this leek, I will most horribly reve'age : I eat and eat, I swear. lb Id. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. Act v. Sc. 2. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night ! King Henry VI., Part I. Act i. Sc.l. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch ; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth ; Between two blades, which bears the better temper ; Between two horses, which doth bear him best ; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye ; I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment ; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Act ii. Sc. 4. Delays have dangerous ends. Act iii. Sc. 2. She 's beautiful and therefore to be wooed ; She is a woman, therefore to be won. Act v. Sc. 3. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I 'd set my ten commandments in your face. King Henry VI., Part II. Acti.Sc.3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep. Act iii. Sc. 1. 68 SHAKESPEARE. What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted ! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. 1 King Henry VI., Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. He dies, and makes no sign. Act iii. Sc. 3. Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close ; And let us all to meditation. Ibid. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. Act iv. Sc. 1. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. Act iv. Sc. 2. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment ? that parch- ment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man ? Ibid. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. Ibid. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school : and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. Act iv. Sc. 7. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown ; Within, whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy- King Henry VI, Part III. Actl. Sc. 2. 1 Compare Marlowe. Page 17. SHAKESPEARE. 69 And many strokes, though with a little axe. Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. King Henry VI., Pari III. Act ii. Sc. 1. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on. Act ii. Sc. 2. Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success ? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell ? Ibid. Warwick, pe Proud setter up and puller down of kings '. Ad iii. Sc. 3. A little fire is quickly trodden out ; Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. iv. St - Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind : The thief doth fear each bush .an officer. A Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York : And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ? Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front ; And now. instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries. He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I. that am not shaped for sportive tricks. Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; tat am rudely stamj i ■ .1, and want love's majesty 70 SHAKESPEARE. To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humour wooed ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? Ibid. Framed in the prodigality of nature. Ibid. The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch. Act i. Sc. 3. And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends, stolen out of l holy writ ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil. Ibid. O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. Act i. Sc. 4. Lord, Lord ! methought, what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears ! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; 1 'stolen forth,' White, Knight. SHAKESPEARE. 71 Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea : Some lav in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4. So wise so young, they say, do never live long. Act iii. Sc. 1. Off with his head ! 1 Act iii. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Eeady, with every nod, to tumble down. Ibid. Even in the afternoon of her best days. Act iii. Sc. 7. Thou troublest me ; I am not in the vein. Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. Act iv. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. Ibid. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. Act iv. Sc. 4. Tetchy and wayward. Ibid. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. Ibid. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings ; Kino's it makes a'ods. and meaner creatures kin^s. Ibid. The king's name is a tower of strength. Act v. Sc. 3. Give me another horse : bind up my wounds. Ibid. 1 Compare Gibber. Page 248. 72 SHAKESPEARE. coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me ! Kiny Richard III. Act v. Sc, 3. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Ibid. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. Ibid. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. Ibid. The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. Ibid. A thing devised by the enemy. 1 Ibid. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die : 1 think there be six Richmonds in the field. Act v. Sc. 4. A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! Ibid. Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. Ibid. This bold bad man. 2 Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. Act ii. Sc. 3. 'T is well said again ; And 't is a kind of good deed to say well : And yet words are no deeds. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 Compare Cibber. Page 248. 2 Compare Spenser. Page 10. SHAKESPEARE. 73 And then to breakfast with What appetite YOU have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. 5c. 2. I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening. And no man see me more. • Ibid. Press not a falling man too far ! Ibid. Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms. And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory. But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world. I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. 0. how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on j:>rmces' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin. More pangs and fears than wars or women have : And when he falls, he fails like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Ibid. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. Ibid. 74 SHAKESPEARE. And sleep in dull cold marble. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. Ibid. I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels. Ibid. Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Crom- well, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr ! Ibid. Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. Ibid. A royal train, believe me. Act iv. Sc. 1 . An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Give him a little earth for charity ! Act Iv. Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Ibid. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him ! Ibid. He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. Ibid. Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues We write in water. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 75 He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. After my death I wish no other herald, Xo other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Ibid. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. Act v. Sc. 2. 'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. Act v. Sc. 3. 1 You were ever good at sudden commendations. Ibid. 1 They are too thin and bare to hide offences. Ibid. 1 Those- about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. Act v. Sc. 5. 2 Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine. His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. Ibid: 2 A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. Ibid: 2 I have had my labour for my travail. Troilus and Cressida, Act i. Sc. 1. The baby figure of the giant mass Of tilings to come. Act i. Sc. 3. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Act iii. Sc. 3. 1 Act v. Sc. 2, Dyee, Singer, Staunton, TVhite. 2 Act v. Sc. 4, Dyce, Singer, Staunton, White. 76 SHAKESPEARE. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc 3. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dustedo Ibid. And, like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. Ibid. His heart and hand both open and both free , For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows ; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. Act iv. Sc. 5. The end crowns all. Ibid. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't. 1 Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. Many-headed multitude. Act ii. Sc. 3. I thank you for your voices : thank you : Your most sweet voices. Ibid. Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Act iii. Sc l. His nature is too noble for the world : He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. Ibid. Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. Act iv. Sc 5. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Ibid. Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Act v. Sc 3. 1 See Richard Lovelace. Page 172, SHAKESPEARE. 77 If you have writ your annals true, 't is there, That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioli : Alone I did it. Boy ! Coriolanus. Act v. £c. 6. 1 Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2. 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 skive. .. Act ii. Sc. 1. Tke eagle suffers little birds to sing. Act iv. Sc. 4. Tke weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Ibid. An hour before the worshipped sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. Ibid. As is the bud bit with an envious worm, Ere ke can spread his sweet leaves to the air. Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Ibid. Saint-seducing gold. Ibid. He that is strucken blind cannot forget Tke precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Ibid. One fire burns out anotker's burning. One pain is lessened by anotker's anguish. Act i. Sc. 2. Tkat book in many's eyes doth share tke glory. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Act i. Sc. 3. For I am proverbed with a grandsire phrase. Act i. Sc. 4. 1 Act v. Sc. 5, Singer, Knight. 78 SHAKESPEARE. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Ibid. Sometime she clriveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. Ibid. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Ibid. For you and I are past our dancing days. Act i. Sc 5. It seems she hangs 1 upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Ibid. Shall have the chinks. Ibid. Too early seen unknown, and known too late ! Ibid. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid ! Act ii. Sc. 1, He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft ! what light through yonder window breaks ? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Act ii. Sc. 2. 2 1 ' Her beauty hangs,' Dyce, Knight, White. 2 Act ii. Sc. 1, White. SHAKESPEARE. 79 See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2. 1 O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Ibid. 1 What 's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Ibid. 1 For stony limits cannot hold love out. Ibid. 1 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Ibid. 1 At lovers' perjuries, 2 They say, Jove laughs. Ibid. 1 Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops — Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Ibid. 1 The god of my idolatry. Ibid. 1 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say, ' It lightens.' Ibid. 1 This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Ibid. 1 IIow silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! Ibid. 1 Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Ibid. 1 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, White. 2 Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter. Tibullus, Lib. iii. El. 6, Line 49. 80 SHAKESPEARE. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities : For nought so vile that on the earth cloth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strained from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse : Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied ; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. Ibid. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Ibid. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Act ii. Sc 4. The courageous captain of complements. Ibid. One, two, and the third in your bosom. Ibid. flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified ! Ibid. 1 am the very pink of courtesy. Ibid. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Ibid. My man 's as true as steel. 1 Ibid. These violent delights have violent ends. Act ii. Sc. 6. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Ibid. Here comes the lady : O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Ibid. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. Act iii. Sc. 1. 1 'true as steel,' Chaucer, Troilus and Creseide, Book v.; Shake- speare, Trollus and Cressida, Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE. 81 A word and a blow. Romeo and Juliet, Act iii. Sc. 1. A plague o' both your houses ! Ibid. Rom. Courage, man ; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deejD as a well, nor so wide as a church-door ; but 't is enough, 't will serve. Ibid. 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. Act iii. Sc. 2. Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! Ibid. Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound ? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace ! Ibid. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Act iii. Sc. o. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. Ibid. The damned use that word in hell. Ibid. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Ibid. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Ibid. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. Act iii. Sc. 5. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Ibid. All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ibid. 6 82 SHAKESPEAKE. Villain and he be many miles asunder Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Act iv. Sc. 2. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Act v. Sc. 1. I do remember an apothecary, — And hereabouts he dwells. Ibid. Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Ibid. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Ibid. Famine is in thy cheeks. Ibid. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Ibid. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ibid. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! Act v. Sc. 3. Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Ibid. Beauty's ensign } T et Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Ibid. Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace! Ibid. But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Act \. Sc. 2. Every room Hath blazed with lights and brayed with minstrelsy. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is lack of kindlv warmth. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 83 Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5. We have seen better days. Act iv. Sc. 2. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Act iv. Sc. 3. I '11 example von with thievery : The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun : The sea ? s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears : the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing 's a thief. Ibid. As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius CcBsar. Act i. Sc. 1. The live-long day. Ibid. Beware the ides of March. Act i. Sc. 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Ibid. i Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. Ibid. Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! Ibid. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Ibid. 84 SHAKE SPEAEE. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Jtdius Ccesar. Act i. Sc. 2. Conjure with 'em, 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 Csesar feed, That he is grown so great ? Age, thou art shamed ! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! Ibid. There was a Brutus once that would have brooked The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Ibid, Let me have men about me that are fat ; Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights : Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look ; He thinks too much : such men are dangerous. Ibid. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. Ibid. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mocked himself and scorned his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Ibid. But, for mine own part, it was Greek to me. Ibid. 'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face ; SHAKESPEARE. 85 But when he once attains the upmost l round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Julius Ccesar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kinodom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Ibid. A dish fit for the gods. Ibid. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Ibid. With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Ibid. You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Ibid. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so fathered and so husbanded ? Ibid. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war. "Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Act ii. Sc. 2. These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. Ibid. When beggars die, there are no comets seen ; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Ibid. 1 'utmost,' Singer. 86 SHAKESPEARE. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Julius Ccesar. Act ii. Sc. 2. Cces. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, Caesar ; but not gone. Act iii. Sc. 1. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. ibid. Et tu, Brute ! Ibid. The choice and master spirits of this age. Ibid. Though last, not least in love. Ibid. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Ibid. Cry ' Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war. Ibid. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Act h\. Sc. 2 Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Ibid. Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? Ibid. If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Ibid. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears ; I come to bury Cassar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives alter them ; The irood is oft interred with their bones. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 87 For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all. all honourable men. Julius Cc??:<.r. Act in. Sc. 2. When that the poor have cried. Ca?sar hath wept : Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Ibid. judgment ! thou art lied to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Ibid. But yesterday tile word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there. And none so poor to do him reverence. Ibid. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Ibid. See what a rent the envious Casca made. Ibid. This was the most unkindest cut of all. Ibid. Great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst blood}' treason flourished over us. Ibid. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Ibid. 1 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. Ibid. I only speak right on. Ibid. Put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Ibid. When love begins to sicken and decay. It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Act iv. Sc. 2. 88 SHAKESPEARE. You yourself Are much condemned to have an itching palm. Julius Coesar. Act iv. Sc. 3. The foremost man of all this world. Ibid. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Ibid. I said, an elder soldier, not a better : Did I say < better ' ? Ibid. 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, Which I respect not. Ibid. Should I have answered Caius Cassius so ? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts ; Dash him to pieces ! Ibid. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Ibid. All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learned, and conned by rote. Ibid. There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Ibid. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. Ibid. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 89 Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost Ay. at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi. then. Julius CcBsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. For ever, and for ever, farewell. Cassius ! If we do meet again, why. we shall smile ; If not, why then, this parting was well made. Act v. Sc. 1. 0. that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come ! Ibid. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well ! Act v. Sc. 3. This was the noblest Eoman of them all. Act v. Sc. 5. His 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 ! ' Ibid. 1 W. When -hall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 IT. TThen the hurly burly 's done. When the battle *s lost and won. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Ibid. Banners flout the sky. Sc. 2. Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Act i Sc 8. Dwindle, peak, and pine. Ibid. What are these So withered and so wild in their attire. That look not like the inhabitants o* the earth. And yet are on 't ? Ibid. If you can look into the seeds of time. And say which grain will grow and which will not. Ibid. 90 SHAKESPEARE. Stands not within the prospect of belief. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. The earth hath bubbles, as the water has, And these are of them. ibid. The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. Ibid. And oftentimes, to w r in us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. ibid. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Ibid. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. Ibid. Nothing is But what is not. Ibid. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Ibid. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. ibid. Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. > Act i. Sc 4. There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. ibid. More is thy due than more than all can pay. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 91 Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily ; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Ibid. That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Ibid. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters, n To beguile the time, Look like the time ; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. Ibid. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Ibid. This castle hath a pleasant seat ; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Act i. Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Ibid. If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, 92 SHAKESPEARE. We 'Id jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poisoned chalice To Our own lips. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. Ibid. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Ibid. Letting ' I dare not ' wait upon ' I would/ Like the poor cat i' the adage. Ibid. I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more is none. Ibid. Nor time nor place Did then adhere. Ibid. Mach. If we should fail ? Lady M We fail ! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we '11 not fail. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 93 Memory, the warder of the brain. Macbeth.. Act I Sc. 7. There 's husbandry in heaven Their candles are all out. .4c/ ii. Sc 1. Shut up In measureless content. Ibid. Is this a dagger which I see before me. The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not. and yet I see thee still. Art thou not. fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation. Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? Ibid. Thou marshalhst me the way that I was going. Ibid. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Ibid. Thou sure and firm-set earth. Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Ibid. Hear it not. Duncan : for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman. Which gives the stern'st good-night. Act ii. Sc. 2.* The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Ibid. 1 I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen ' Stuck in my throat. Ibid. 1 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, Staunton, White. 94 SHAKESPEARE, Methought I heard a voice cry, * Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep/ the innocent sleep, 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. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2. 1 Infirm of purpose ! Ibid. 1 'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Ibid. 1 Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Ibid. 1 The labour we delight in physics pain. Act ii. Sc. S 2 Dire combustion and confused events New hatched to the woful time. Ibid. 2 Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee Ibid. 2 Confusion now hath made his masterpiece ! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building! Ibid: 2 The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Ibid. 2 Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Ibid: 2 1 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, Staunton, White. 2 Act ii. Sc. 1, Dyce, White; Act ii. Sc. 2, Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 95 There's daggers in men's smiles. Mc^-i-.. Actu.Sc.S. 1 A falcon, towering in her pride of place. Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed. Act ii. Sc. 1 - Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means ! Ibid* I must become a borrower of the night , dark hour or twain. Ad iii Si : Let everv man be master of his time Till seven at night. n my head they placed- a fruitless crown. And pat a barren sceptre in my gripe 3 Then wrenched with an unlineal hand. No son of mine succeeding. Ibid. Mar. We are men. my liege. Mac. Ay. in the catalogue ye go for men. Ibid. I am one, my lieg .-. Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have bo incensed that I am reckless what I do - :> spite the world. So weary with disasters, tugged with fortune. That I would set my life on any chance. To mend it. or be rid on 't. Things without all remedy Should be without regard : what \s done is done. Act iii. Se. 2. We have scotched the snake, not killed it. 1 Act ii. -Sc. 1. Dyce. White: Act ii. Sc. 2. Staunton. - Ad ii. Sc. 2. Dyce, White; Ad ii. Se. 3. SrauntoD. 96 SHAKESPEARE. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave ; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well ; Treason has done his worst : nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. In them nature's copy 's not eterne. Ibid. A deed of dreadful note. Ibid. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Ibid. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Act iii Sc. 3. But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Act iii. Sc. 4. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both ! Ibid. Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me. Ibid. The air-drawn dagger. Ibid. The times have been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. Ibid. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Ibid. A thing of custom : 't is no other ; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 97 What man dare, I dare : Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear. The armed rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger ; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Macbeth. Act ill. Sc. 4. Hence, horrible shadow ! Unreal mockery, hence ! Ibid. You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admired disorder. Ibid. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud. Without our special wonder ? Ibid. Stand not upon the order of your going. But go at once. Ibid. Mack What is the night ? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Ibid. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as ^o o'er. Ibid. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Act iii. Sc. 5. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Act iv. Sc. 1. Eye of newt and toe of frog. Wool of bat and tongue of clog. Ibid. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks ! Ibid. 98 SHAKESPEARE. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags ! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. A deed without a name. Ibid. I '11 make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Ibid. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart ! Ibid. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ? Ibid. The weird sisters. Ibid. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. Ibid. When our actions do not, Our fears do make, us traitors. Act iv. Sc. 2. Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Act iv. Sc. 3. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. Ibid. Stands Scotland where it did ? Ibid. Give sorrow words : the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Ibid. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop ? Ibid. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Ibid. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue ! Ibid. Out, damned spot ! out, I say ! Act v. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE. 99 Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard ? Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Ibid. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Ibid. My way of life Is fallen 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. Act v. Sc. 3. Doct. Not so sick, my lord. As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Mach. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze 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 ? Doct Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb, Throw physic to the dogs ; I '11 none of it. Ibid. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Ibid. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; The cry is still, ' They come ' : our castle's strength Will lauo'h a sie^e to scorn. Act v. Sc. 5. 100 SHAKESPEAKE. My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't : I have supped full with horrors. Macbeth, Act v. Sc. 5. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. ibid. I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth : ' Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane.' ibid. I gin to be aweary of the sun. Ibid. Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we ? 11 die with harness on our back. Ibid. I bear a charmed life. Act v. Sc. S. 1 And be these juggling fiends no more believed, That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Ibid. 1 Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Ibid. 1 Lay on, Macduff, And damned be him that first cries, ' Hold, enough ! ' Ibid 1 1 Act v. Sc. 7, Singer, White. SHAKESPEARE. 101 For this relief much thanks. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of my opinion. This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Ibid. Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. ibid. This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Ibid. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Ibid. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Ibid. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air. The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Ibid. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say. no spirit dares stir l abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallowed and so gracious is the time. Ibid. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad. Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill." 2 Ibid. The memory be green. Act i. Sc. 2. 1 'can walk,' White. 2 ' eastern hill,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton, "White. 102 SHAKESPEARE. With an auspicious and a dropping eye, 1 With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. The head is not more native to the heart. Ibid. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Ibid. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Ibid. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not ' seems.' Ibid. 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother. Nor customary suits of solemn black. Ibid. But I have that within which passe th show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Ibid. 'T is a fault to heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. Ibid. O, 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 ! God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Ibid. That it should come to this ! Ibid. Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Ibid. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Ibid* 1 'one auspicious and one dropping eve,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 103 Frailty, thy name is woman ! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A little month. Ibid. Like Niobe, all tears. ibid. A beast, that wants discourse of reason. Ibid. My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Ibid. It is not nor it cannot come to good. Ibid. Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables, 'Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. Ibid. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Ibid. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Ibid. Season your admiration for a while. Ibid. In the dead vast and middle of the night. . Ibid. Armed at point exactly, cap-a-pe. 1 Ibid. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Ibid. While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Ibid. Ham. His beard was grizzled. — no ? Hot. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silvered. Ibid. Let it be tenable in your silence still. Ibid. Give it an understanding, but no tongue. Ibid. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. Ibid. 1 'Armed at all points/ Singer, White. 104 SHAKESPEARE. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'er whelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Act i. Sc. 3. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid clew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Ibid. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. ibid. Give thy thoughts no tongue. ibid. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops * of steel. Ibid. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice ; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Ibid. 1 'hooks,' Singer. SHAKESPEARE. 105 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. Ham: it. Act :. $■:. 3. Springes to catch woodcocks. Ibid. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. H I Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Ham. The air bites shrewdly: it is very cold Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. - i. St. 1. But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observan Angels and ministers of grace, defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, B^ thy intents wicked or charitabl Thou comest in such a questionable sh: That I will speak to thee : I '11 call thee Hamlet. King, father, royal Dane : 0. answer me 1 Let me not burst in ignorance ; bnt tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death. Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre. Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned. Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws, To cast thee up again. What may this mean. That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses oi on. Making night hideous : and we fools of nature 106 SHAKESPEARE. So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 4. I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Ibid. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Ibid. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I '11 make a ghost of him that lets me ! Ibid. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Ibid. I am thy father's spirit, Doomed for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, 1 Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine : 2 But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list ! Act i. Sc. 5. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself 3 in ease on Lethe wharf. Ibid. O my prophetic soul ! My uncle ! ibid. 1 'to lasting fires,' Singer. 2 ' porcupine,' Singer, Staunton. 3 'rots itself,' Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 107 Hamlet, what a falling-off was there ! Hamlet. Act i. 8c. 5. But soft ! methinks I scent the morning air : Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard. My custom always of the afternoon. Ibid. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin. Unhouselled. disappointed, unaneled. No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Ibid. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Ibid. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And r gins to pale his uneftectual fire. Ibid. TThile memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee ! Yea. from the table of my memory 1 '11 wipe away all trivial fond records. Ibid. Within the book and volume of my brain. Ibid. O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain ! My tables. — meet it is I set it down. That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain At least I "m sure it may be so in Denmark! Ibid. Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Den- mark Bur he 's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Ibid. Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Ibid. 108 SHAKESPEARE. Art thou there, truepenny ? Come on — you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. O day and night, but this is wondrous strange ! Ibid. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your 1 philosophy. Ibid. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit ! Ibid. The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right ! Ibid. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the very ecstasy of love. Ibid. Brevity is the soul of wit. Act ii. Sc. 2. More matter, with less art. Ibid. That he is mad, 't is true : 't is true 't is pity ; And pity 't is 't is true. Ibid. Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Ibid. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love. Ibid. Still harping on my daughter. Ibid. Pol. What do you read, my lord ? Ham. Words, words, words. Ibid. They have a plentiful lack of wit. Ibid. 1 'our,' Dvce, White. SHAKESPEARE. 109 Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Ibid. There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Ibid. Beggar that I am, I am eyen poor in thanks. Ibid. This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this braye o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of yapours. What a piece of work is a man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and mov ing how express and admirable ! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god ! Ibid. Man delights not me : no, nor woman neither. Ibid. I know a hawk from a handsaw. Ibid. Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou ! Ibid. One fair daughter, and no more, The which he loyed passing well. Ibid- Come, give us a taste of your quality. Ibid. The play, I remember, pleased not the million ; 't was caviare to the general. Ibid. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Ibid. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping ? Ibid. 110 SHAKE SPEAKE. What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Ibid. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. 1 Ibid. The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. J bid. Abuses me to damn me. Ibid. The play 's the thing Wherein I '11 catch the conscience of the king. Ibid. With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Act iii. Sc. 1. To be, or not to be : that is the question : Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die : to sleep ; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 't is a consummation Devoutly to be 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 pause : there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, 1 See Chaucer. Page 3. SHAKESPEARE. Ill The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels * bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life. But that the dread of something after 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 does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Hamlet. Act iii. 8c. J. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Ibid. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. ■ Ibid. I am myself indifferent honest. Ibid. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Ibid. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Ibid. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. Ibid. 1 'who would these fardels,' "White. 112 SHAKESPEARE. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers ! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. Ibid. O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see ! Ibid. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the ground- lings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out- herods Herod. Act iii. Sc. 2. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. ibid. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Ibid. The very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Ibid. Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. Ibid. Not to speak it profanely. Ibid. I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. J bid. SHAKESPEARE. 113 First Play. TVe have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. Ham. O, reform it altogether. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. Ibid. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Ibid. A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. Ibid, They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. — Something too much of this. Ibid. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Ibid. Here 's metal more attractive. Ibid. Nay then, let the devil wear black, for I '11 have a suit of sables. Ibid. There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. Ibid. For, 0, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Ibid. This is miching mallecho ; it means mischief. Ibid. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring ? Oph. 'T is brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Ibid. Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. Ibid. 8 114 SHAKESPEARE. The lady protests 1 too much, methinks. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Ibid. Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep : So runs the world away. Ibid. 'T is as easy as lying. Ibid. It will discourse most eloquent music. Ibid. Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Ibid. Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Ibid. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that *s almost in shape of a camel ? Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale. Ibid. They fool me to the top of my bent. Ibid. By and by is easily said. Ibid. "T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Ibid. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Ibid. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Act iii. Sc, 3. 1 'doth protest,' Dyce, Singer, Staunton. SHAKESPEARE. 115 Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. Hamlet. Act in. Sc. 3. O limed soul, that, struggling to be free. Art more engaged ! Help, angels ! Make assay ! Bow, stubborn knees ; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe ! Ibid. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Ibid. About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. Ibid. Dead, for a ducat, dead ! Act ill. Sc. 4. And let me wring your heart ; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff. Ibid. Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of -modesty. Ibid. False as dicers' oaths. Ibid. What act, That roars so loud, and thunders in the index ? Ibid. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself ; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. Ibid. At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it ? s humble. Ibid. 116 SHAKESPEARE. O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To naming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own lire : proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour .gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn And reason panders will. Hamlet. Act Hi. Sc. 4. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole. And put it in his pocket ! Ibid. A king of shreds and patches. Ibid. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Ibid. How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy ? Ibid. This is the very coinage of your brain : This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Ibid. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Ibid. Confess yourself to heaven ; Repent what 's past ; avoid what is to come. Ibid. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. Ibid. Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence : the next more easy ; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 117 I must be cruel, only to be kind : Thus bad begins and worse remains behind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar. Ibid. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all. Act iv. Sc. 3. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Ibid. Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. Act iv. Sc. 4. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake. Ibid. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Act iv. Sc 5. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Ibid. Then up he rose, and donned his clothes. Ibid. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. ibid. There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. Ibid. Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itseli After the thing it loves. Ibid. 118 SHAKESPEARE. There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance ; . . . . and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 5. You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy : I would give you some violets, but they with- ered. Ibid. His beard was as white as snow. All flaxen was his poll. Ibid. A very riband in the cap of youth. Act iv. Sc. 7. That we would do, We should do when we would. Ibid. One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow. Ibid. Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. Ibid. 1 Oh. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law ? 1 Clo. Ay, marry, is 't ; crowner's quest law. Act v. Sc. 1 . Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Ibid. Has this fellow no feeling of his business ? Ibid. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. Ibid. A politician, .... one that would circumvent God. Ibid. One that was a woman, sir ; but, rest her soul, she 's dead. Ibid. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 119 The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fel- low of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gam- bols ? your songs ? your Hashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Ibid. 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 ? Ibid. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Ibid. Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay. Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Ibid. Lay her i' the earth : And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring ! Ibid. A ministering angel shall my sister be. Ibid. Sweets to the sweet : farewell ! Ibid. I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid. And not have strewed thy grave. Ibid. Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Ibid. 120 SHAKESPEAEE. Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Nay, an thou 'It mouth, I '11 rant as well as thou. Ibid. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. Ibid. There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will. Act v. Sc. 2. I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair. Ibid. It did me yeoman's service. Ibid. The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering jDassion. Ibid. What imports the nomination of this gentleman ? Ibid. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. Ibid. 'T is the breathing time of day with me. Ibid. There 's a special providence in the fall of a spar- row. If it be now, 't is not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes ? Ibid. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Ibid. Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Ibid. A hit, a very palpable hit. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 121 This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Report me and my cause aright. Ibid. I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. Ibid. Absent thee from felicity awhile. Ibid. The rest is silence. Ibid. ^— - Although the last, not least. King Lear. Act i. Sc. l. Nothing will come of nothing. Ibid. Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Ibid. I want that glib and oily art. To speak and purpose not. Ibid. A still-soliciting eye, and suuh a tongue As I am glad I have not. Ibid. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. Ibid. As if we were villains by necessity ; fools by heav- enly compulsion. Act i. Sc. 2. That which ordinary men are fit for. I am qualified in ; and the best of me is diligence. Act i. Sc. 4. _^„.. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend ! Ibid. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child ! Ibid. Striving to better, oft we mar what "s well. Ibid. Down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element *s below ! Act ii. Sc. 4. 122 SHAKESPEARE. Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. King Lear. Act ii. Sc 4. Necessity's sharp pinch ! ibid. Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks ! Ibid. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! Act iii. Sc. 2. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. Ibid. A poor, infirm, weak, and des]3ised old man. ibid. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipped of justice. Ibid. I am a man More sinned against than sinning. Ibid. O, that way madness lies ; let me shun that. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? Ibid. Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. Ibid. Out-paramoured the Turk. Ibid. 'T is a naughty night to swim in. Ibid. The green mantle of the standing pool. Ibid. But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 123 The prince of darkness is a gentleman. King Lear. Ad iii. Sc. 4. Poor Tom 's a-eokl. Ibid. I '11 talk a word with this same learned Theban. Child Rowland to the dark tower came. His word was still. — Fie. foh. and turn. I smell the blood of a British man. The little dogs and all, Tray. Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see. they bark at me. Ad iii. 5c. 6. Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim. Hound or spaniel, brach or lym. Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. Ibid. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. A:: iii. Sc. 7. The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. iv. Sc. 1. The worst is not So long as we can say. "This is the worst/ Ibid. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. Ad iv. Sc. 3. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach. Appear like mice. AdW. Sc. 6. Nature *s above art in that respect. Ay. every inch a king. Hid. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten mv imagination. Ibid. 124 SHAKESPEARE. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear : change places ; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief ? King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Through tattered clothes small vices do appear ; Robes and furred gowns hide all. Ibid. Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. Act iv. Sc. 7. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. Act v. Sc. 3. The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. Ibid. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. Ibid, Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. Ibid. That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. Othello. Act i. Sc. l. The bookish theoric. Ibid. 'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Ibid. Whip me such honest knaves. Ibid. I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. Ibid. SHAKESEEAEE. 125 The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Othello. Act i. Sc. 2. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good master?. That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true : true. I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech. 1 And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace : For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith. Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented held. And little of this great world can I speak. More than pertains to feats of broil and battle. And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet. by your gracious pa- tience. I will a round unvarnished- tale deliver Of my whole course of love. A:* i. Sc. 3. Her father loved me : oft invited me : Still questioned me the story of my life. From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes. That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish day-. To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances. Of moving accidents by flood and held. Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach. Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history : Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle. 1 Though I be rude in speech. — 2 Cor. xi. 6. 126 SHAKESPEARE. Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process ; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear 2 Would Desdemona seriously incline. Othello. Acti.Sc.3. And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange, 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful : She 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 only is the witchcraft I have used. Ibid. I do perceive here a divided duty. Ibid. The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief. Ibid. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down. Ibid. I saw Othello's visage in his mind. Ibid. Put money in thy purse. Ibid. 1 'These things to hear,' Singer. SHAKESPEARE. 127 The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. Framed to make women false. Ibid. One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. Act ii. Sc. 1. For I am nothing, if not critical. Ibid. I am not merry ; but I do beguile The tiling I am, by seeming otherwise. Ibid. She was a wight, if ever such wight were, — Des. To do what ? Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! Ibid. You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar. Ibid. If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have wakened death ! Ibid. Egregiously an ass. Ibid. Potations pottle-deep. Act ii. Sc. 3. King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown ; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he called the tailor lown. 1 Ibid. Silence that dreadful bell : it frights the isle From her propriety. Ibid. Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. Ibid. 1 Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's Reliques, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his ver- sion we sing in the nursery. 128 SHAKESPEARE. Cassio, I love thee ; But never more be officer of mine. Otlello. Act ii. Be. 3. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Ibid. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I have lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part of my- self, and what remains is bestial. Ibid. O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! ibid. God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains ! Ibid. Cas. Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the in- gredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Ibid. Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. 1 Act iii. Sc. 3. Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. ibid. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 't is something, nothing ; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. Ibid. 1 For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. — Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE. 129 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. Othello. Act ill. Sc. 3. But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, susjDects, yet strongly 1 loyes ! Ibid. Poor and content is rich and rich enough. Ibid. To be once in doubt Is once to be resolyed. Ibid. If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'Id whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune. . Ibid. I am declined Into the vale of years. Ibid. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours. And not their appetites ! ' Ibid. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Ibid. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou oweclst yesterday. Ibid. I swear -t is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little. Ibid. He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robbed at all. Ibid. 1 'fondly,' Singer, White: 'soimdlv,' Staunton. 9 ' 130 SHAKESPEARE. 0, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation 's gone ! Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Be sure of it ; give me the ocular proof. Ibid. No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on. Ibid. On horror's head horrors accumulate. Ibid. Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe. Ibid. But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Ibid. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues ! Ibid. Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Act iii. Sc. 4. To beguile many, and be beguiled by one. Act iv. Sc. 1. They laugh that win. Ibid. But yet the pity of it, Iago ! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago ! Ibid. I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Act iv. Sc. 2. Steeped me in poverty to the very lips. Ibid. SHAKESPEARE. 131 But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger x at ! Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world ! Ibid. 'T is neither here nor there. Act iv. Sc. 3. He hath a daily beauty in his life. Act v. Sc. 1. This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. Ibid. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Act v. Sc. 2. Put out the light, and then put out the light : If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, 1 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. Ibid. One entire and perfect chrysolite. Ibid. I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice : then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well : Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplexed in the extreme ; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away 1 'his slow and moving finger,' Knight, Staunton. 132 SHAKESPEARE. Richer than all his tribe ; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. Ibid. There 's beggary in the love that can be reckoned. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me to drink mandragora. Act i. Sc. 5. My salad days, When I was green in judgment. Ibid. Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. Act ii. Sc. 1. Small to greater matters must give way. Act ii. Sc. 2. The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them. Ibid. For her own person, It beggared all description. Ibid. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Ibid. I have not kept my square ; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Act ii. Sc. 3. 'T was merry when You wagered on your angling ; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Act ii. Sc. 4, Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne ! Act ii. Sc. 7. SHAKESPEARE. 133 Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain : and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1. He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Act iii. Sc. 13. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes. Ibid. To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight. Act iv. Sc. 4. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. Ibid. The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Act iv. Sc. 12. Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish ; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. Act iv. Sc. 14. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Ibid. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Act iv. Sc 15. O, withered is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen. Ibid, Let 's do it after the high Eoman fashion. Ibid. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't ; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping. Act v. Sc. 2. 134 SHAKESPEARE. If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. Ibid. I have Immortal longings in me. Ibid. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. How bravely thou becomes t thy bed, fresh lily. Act ii. Sc. 2. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Act ii. Sc. 3. Hark, hark ! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies ; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes : With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. Ibid. As chaste as unsunned snow. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some griefs are medicinable. Act iii. Sc. 2. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Act iii. Sc. 3. The game is up. Ibid. No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharjDer than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile. Act iii. Sc. 4. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Act iii. Sc. 6. SHAKESPEARE. 135 Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2. Like an arrow shot From a well-experienced archer hits the mark His eye doth level at. Pericles. Act i. fife. 1. 3 Fish. Master. I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land ; the great ones eat up the little ones. Act ii. Sc. 1. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Poems. Venus and Adonis. Line 145. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain. And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Line 1019. For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. Lucre ce. Line 1006. Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. The Passionate Pilgrim, iii. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together. Ibid. viii. Have you not heard it said full oft. A woman's nay doth stand for naught ? Ibid. xiv. She in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Sonnet iii. And stretched metre of an antique song. Sonnet xvii. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet xviii. The painful warrior, famoused for fight, After a thousand victories, once foiled, Is from the books of honour razed quite. And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. Sonnet xxv. 136 SHAKESPEARE. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past. Sonnet xxx. Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet Hi. And art made tongue-tied by authority. Sonnet lxvi. And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Ibid. The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. Sonnet lxx. Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purjDOsed overthrow. Sonnet xc. When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Sonnet xcviii. Still constant in a wondrous excellence. Sonnet cv. And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. Sonnet cvi. My nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Sonnet cxi. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. Sonnet cxvi. That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet cxxxii. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear ! A Lover's Complaint, St. xlii. BACON. 137 FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626. Wobks (Spedding a^s'd Ellis). I hold every man a debtor to his profession ; from the which as men of course do seek to receive counte- nance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and orna- ment thereunto. Maxims of the Law. Preface. Come home to men's business and bosoms. Dedication to the Essays. Ed. 1625. No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth. Essay i. Of Truth. Revenge is a kind of civil justice. Essay iv. Of Revenge. Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament ; Adversity is the blessing of the New, Essay v. Of Adversity . Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed. 1 Ibid. He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune ; for they are impediments to great enter- prises, either of virtue or mischief. Essay viii. Of Marriage and Single Life. 1 As aromatic plants bestow Xo spicy fragrance while they grow; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. Goldsmith, The Captivity. Act i. The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. — Rogers, Jacqueline, St. 3. 138 BACON. A little philosophy inclineth a man's mind to athe- ism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion. 1 Essay xvi. Atheism. Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration, but no rest. 2 Essay xix. Empire. God Almighty first planted a garden. 3 Essay xlvi. Of Gardens. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. Essay 1. Of Studies. Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. Ibid. Histories make men wise ; poets, witty ; the mathe- matics, subtile ; natural philosophy, deep ; moral, grave ; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. Ibid. Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. Proposition touching Amendment of Laws. Knowledge is power. — Nam et ipsa scientia potes- tas est* Meditationes S acres. Be Hceresibus. 1 Who are a little wise the best fools be. — Donne, Triple Fool. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion. — Fuller, The Holy State. The True Church Antiquary. A little learning is a dangerous thing. Pope, Essay on Criticism, Part ii. Line 15. 2 Kings are like stars — they rise and set — they have The worship of the world, but no repose. — Shelley, Hellas. 3 God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. Cowley, The Garden, Essay v. God made the country, and man made the town. Cowper, The Task, Book i. Line 749. Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana aedificavit urbes. Varro, De Res Rustica, iii. 1. 4 A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength. — Proverbs xxiv. 5. BACON. 139 Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved for ever in amber, a more than royal tomb. 1 Historia Vita et Mortis; Syren Sy< varum. Cent. i. Exper, 100. When you wander, as you often delight to do. you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. This is not caused by any nat- ural defect, but first for want of election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak, as to find what to leave un- spoken. Rich soils are often to be weeded. Letter of Expostulation to CuJce. My Lord St. Albans said that nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads. 2 Apothegm Xo. 17. •• Anticjuitas saeculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient or dine retrograde , by a computation backward from ourselves. 3 Advancement of Learning. Booki. (1605.) 1 The bee enclosed and through the amber shown, Seems buried in the juice which was his own. Martial, BooJ: iv. 31. Hay's Translation. I saw a nie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. Herrick, On a Fly buried in Amber. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grabs, or worms ! Pope, Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, Line 169. 2 Often the cockloft is empty, in those whom Xature hath built many stories high. — Fuller. Andronicus. ad fin. 1. 3 As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end. The times 140 BACON. For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate. Advancement of Learning. Book i. The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before. 1 Booh ii. It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participa- tion of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind, by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind. Ibid. Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations. Ibid. wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation. — George Hakewill, An Apologie or Dec- laration of the Power and Providence of God in the Government of the World. London, 1627. For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to he sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it? — Pascal, Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum. It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's Cena di Cenere, pub- lished in 1584; I mean the notion that.the later times are more aged than the earlier. — Whewell, Philos. of the Inductive Sciences, Vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1817. We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. , Tennyson, The Day Dream. (V Envoi.) 1 The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before. — Adv. of Learning, ed. Dewey. The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted. — Dioge- nes Laertius, Lib. vi. § 63. Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immun- dos transeat, non inquinatur. — St. Augustine, Works, Vol. iii., In Johannis Evang. Cap. I. Tr. v. § 15. The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted. — Lyly's Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit. Arber's reprint, p. 13. The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpol- luted in his beam. — Taylor, Holy Living, Ch. i. 3. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam. — Milton, The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce, BACON. — HE Y WOOD. — HARRINGTON. 141 Cleanness of body was ever esteemed to proceed from a due reverence to God. 1 Advancement of Learning. Bool: ii. States as great engines move slowly. Ibid. The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span. 2 The World. For my name and memory. I leave it to men's char- itable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages. Will. JOHN HEYTTOOD. 1565. The loss of wealth is loss of dirt. As sages in all times assert : The happy man 's without a shirt. Be Merry Friends. Let the world slide, let the world go : A fig for care, and a fig for woe ! If I can't pay, why I can owe. And death makes equal the high and low. Ibid. SIR JOHX HARRIXGTOX. 1561-1612. Treason doth never prosper, what 's the reason ? TThy if it prosper, none dare call it treason. 3 Epigrams. Booh iv. Ep. 5. 1 See Wesley. Page 309. 2 Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. Browne, Pastoral ii. Our life is but a span. — New England Primer. 3 Prosperum ac felix scelus Virtus vocatur. — Seneca, Here. Furens. ii. 250. 142 ALISON. — PEELE. RICHARD ALISON. There is a garden in her face, Where roses and white lilies show ; A heavenly paradise is that place, Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow. There cherries hang, that none may buy, Till cherry ripe themselves do cry. An Howres Recreation in MusiJce. 1606. * Those cherries fairly do enclose Of orient pearl a double row ; Which when her lovely laughter shows, They look like rosebuds filled with snow. Ibid. GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. 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. Sonnet ad Jin. Polyhymnia. His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms ; A man at arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms. Ibid. My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse : They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse ! Cupid's Curse. 1 Oliphant's La Musa Madrigalesca, p. 229. WOTTON. 143 SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! The Character of a Happy Life. Who God cloth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. Ibid. Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And, having nothing, yet hath all. Ibid. You meaner beauties of .the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon a shall rise ? On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.' 2 He first deceased ; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture. Hanging was the worst use man could be put to. The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex. 1 £ sun' in Reliquiae Wottonianm, Eds. 1651, 1672, 1685. 2 This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's Sixth Set of Boohs, &c., and is found in many MSS. — Hannah, The Courtly Poets. 144 WOTTON. — DONNE. An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth. 1 Beliquice Wottoniance. The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches. 2 A Panegyric to King Charles. DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. He was the Word, that spake it ; He took the bread and brake it ; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it. 3 Divine Poems. On the Sacrament. We understood Her by her sight ; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought. Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury. She and comparisons are odious. 4 Elegy 8. The Comparison. Who are a little wise the best fools be. 5 The Triple Fool. 1 In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, " This merry defini- tion of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album." 2 He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed: — Hie jacet hujus sententire primus author: DlSPUTASDI PRURITUS ECCLESIARUM SCABIES. Komen alias quaere. Walton's Life of Wotton. 3 Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1654, p. 352. 4 See Appendix, p. 638. 5 Compare Bacon. Page 138. B APxXFIELD. — DA VIES. 145 RICHARD BARXFIELD. Born circa 1570. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Address to the Nightingale. 1 SIR JOHX DAVIES. 1570-1626. li like a subtle spider which doth sit. ; her web, which spreadeth wide ; touch the utmost thread of it. . instantly on every side. 2 The Immortality of the Soul. Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout. Where they that are without would fain go in. And they that are within would fain go out. 3 Contention betwixt a Wife, &c. 1 This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnheld; it is found in his collection of Poems in Divers Humours, published in 1598. — Ellis's Specimens, Vol. ii. p. 316. 2 Our souls sit close and silently within. And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Dryden, Jfariage a la Mode, Act ii. Sc. 1. The spider's touch, how exquisitely line ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Pope, Epistle i. Line 217. g See Webster. Page 167. 10 146 DANIEL. — DRAYTON. — HALL. SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man ! To the Countess t of Cumberland. Stanza 12. MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631. For that fine madness still he did retain, Which rightly should possess a poet's brain. (Of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Pn BISHOP HALL. 1574-1 Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduc. Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. 1 Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be. 2 Contemplations. Book iv. The Veil of Moses. 1 And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Young, Night Thoughts, v. Line 718. 2 Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Gray's Elegy, Stanza 14. JONSON. 147 BEN JONSON. 1 1574-1637. Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I '11 not look for wine. 2 The Forest. To Celia. Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast. 3 The Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, That Tv-akes simplicity a grace. loosely flowing, hair as free ; T eet neglect more taketh me, 1 the adulteries of art ; *ke mine eyes, but not my heart. Ibid. i small proportion we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Good Life, Long Life. Preserving the sweetness of proportion and express- ing itself beyond expression. The Masque of Hymen. Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice, almighty gold. 4 Epistle to Elizabeth. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph on Elizabeth. 1 O rare Ben Jonson. — Epitaph by Sir John Young. 2 'Ejuoc 8e ixovols irpoirive ro?s uju/llclo'iv. .... El 8e fiovAei, rols xeiAeci irpocrcpepovcra, 7r\r]pov (pLXrifxaToov rb eKTroo/ua, kcu o'jtus 8/5ou. Philostratus, Letter xxiv. 3 A translation from Bonnefonius. 4 Almighty dollar. — Irving, The Creole Village. 148 JONSON. Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke. 1 What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails nie so solemnly to yonder yew ? 2 Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet. Soul of the age ! The applause ! delight ! the wonder of our stage ! My Shakespeare, rise ! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room. 3 To the Memory of Shakespeare . Small Latin, and less Greek. Ibid. He was not of an age, but for all time. Ibid. Sweet swan of Avon ! Ibid. Marlowe's mighty line. Ibid. For a good poet 's made as well as born. Ibid, 1 This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the editions of his works; but in a MS. collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Eger- ton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems. 2 What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade ? Pope, To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. 3 Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb Basse, On Shakespeare. JONSON. — MASSINGER. — TOUKNEUR. 149 Get money ; still get money, boy ; No matter by what means. 1 Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3. PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it ; and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life. 2 A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4. This many-headed monster. 3 The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2. Grim death. 4 . Act iv. Sc. 2. CYRIL TOURXEUR. Circa 1600. A drunkard clasp his teeth, and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em. 5 The Revengers Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1. 1 Get place and wealth ; if possible, with grace ; If not, by any means get wealth and place. Pope, Horace, Boole i. Ep. i. Line 103. 2 Death hath so many doors to let out life. Beaumont and Fletcher, Custom of the Courts, Act ii. Sc. 2. I know death hath ten thousand seyeral doors For men to take their exits. John Webster, Duchess of Malji, Act iv. Sc. 2. 3 See Appendix, p. 644. 4 Grim death, my son and foe. Milton, Paradise Lost, Booh ii. Line 804. 5 Distilled damnation. — Robert Hall. Page 397. 150 OVERBURY. — FLETCHER. SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613. In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride : He comes to neere that comes to be denide. 1 A Wife. Stanza 3G. JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls earty, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." All things that are Made for our general uses are at war, — Even we among ourselves. Ibid. Man is his own star, and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man. 2 Ibid. And he that will to bed go sober, Falls with the leaf still in October. 3 Rollo, Duke of Normandy, Act ii. Se. 2. 1 Compare Lady Montague. Page 296. 2 An honest man 's the noblest work of God. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 248. 3 The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song:— • He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October ; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. FLETCHER. 151 Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we, 1 As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. Eollo, Duke of Normandy. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hide, 0, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee. Act v. Sc. 2. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest Melancholy ! The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Ibid. Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone : Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor stow again. 2 The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. 1 See Peele's Old Wives Tale, 1595; " Three merry men be we," quoted in Westward Hoe, by Dekker and Webster, 1607. 2 Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain ; For violets plucked the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. Percy's jReliques, The Friar of Orders Gray. 152 BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. FKANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. (Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher.) A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1. There is a method in man's wickedness, It grows up by degrees. 1 A King and no King. Act v. Sc. 4. Calamity is man's true touchstone. 2 Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1. It would talk, Lord ! how it talked ! The Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1. One foot in the grave. The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1. Go to grass. Act iv. Sc. 7. The fit 's upon me now ! Come quickly, gentle lady ; The fit 's upon me now ! Wit without Money. Act v. Sc. 4. 1 Nemo repente venit turpissimus. — Juvenal, ii. 83. 2 Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros. Seneca, De Prov. v. 9. BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. — SHIRLEY. 153 Of all the paths lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest. 1 The Knight of Malta. Act i. So. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame, but Heaven ; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness ; To which I leave him. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother. 2 Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2. What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink. Act Hi. Sc. 2. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry spring-time's harbinger. The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1. O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people. Act v. Sc. 1. JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hands on kings. Contention of A j ax and Ulysses. Sc. 3. Only the actions of the just 3 Smell sweet and blossom in the dust. 4 Ibid. Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Cupid and Death. 1 Compare Southern e. Page 243. Also Young. Page 264. 2 Compare Cowper. Page 366. 3 Compare Tate and Brady. Page 619. 4 ' their dust.' — Works, ed. Dyce, Vol. vi. 154 KEPLER. — C AREW. — BROWNE. JOHN KEPLER. 1571-1630. It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer. Brewster's Martyrs of Science, p. 197. THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires. Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his names must waste away. Disdain Returned. Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love, that run away. Conquest by Flight. An untimely grave. 1 On the Duke of Buckingham. The magic of a face. Epitaph on the Lady S . WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span. 2 Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2. Did therewith bury in oblivion. Ibid. W T ell-languaged Daniel. Ibid. 1 Untimely grave. —Tate and Brady, Psalm vii. 2 Compare Bacon. Page 141. WITHER. — HOBBES. 155 GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman 's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she he? 1 The Shepherd's Resolution. Jack shall pipe, and Gill shall dance. Poem on Christmas. Hang sorrow ! care will kill a cat, And therefore let 's be merry. Ibid. Though I am young, I scorn to nit On the wings of borrowed wit. The Shepherd's Hunting. And I oft have heard defended Little said is soonest mended. Ibid. And he that gives us in these days New Lords may give us new laws. Contented Man's Morrice. THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679. For words are wise men's counters, they do but reckon by them ; but they are the money of fools. The Leviathan. Part i. Ch. 4. And the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. Ch. 13. 1 Compare Raleigh. Page 14. 156 SELDEN. JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654 Equity is a roguish thing : for Law we have a meas- ure, know what to trust to ; Equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. 'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a Foot a Chancellor's Foot; what an uncertain measure would this be ? One Chancellor has a long Foot, an- other a short Foot, a third an indifferent Foot. 'T is the same thing in the Chancellor's conscience. Table Talk. Equity. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes ; they were easiest for his feet. Friends. Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise, and yet everybody is content to hear. Humility. Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide. Judgments. No man is the wiser for his learning ; . . . „ wit and wisdom are born with a man. Learning. Take a straw and throw it up into the air, you may see by that which way the wind is. Libels. Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the world. 1 Pope. Syllables govern the world. Power. 1 Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed. — Oxenstiern (1583-1654). WALTON. 151 IZAAK TVALTOX. 1593-1683. Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-coniplexioned man. then I here disallow thee to be a competent judo"e. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface.. Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics. that it can never be fully learnt. Ibid. As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. Ibid. I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following discourse ; and that, if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing. Ibid. I am, Sir, a Brother of the Angle. Part i. Ch. 1. Angling is somewhat like Poetry, men are to be born so. Ibid. I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say. That which is everybody's business is nobody's busine.-s. Part i. Ch. 2. Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. Part i. Ch. 4. Xo man can lose what he never had. Part i. Ch. 5. TTe may say of angling as Dr. Boteler 1 said of strawberries : " Doubtless God could have made a 1 William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his Worthies (Suffolk) the ''^Eseulapius of our age."' He died in 1621. This hrst ap- peared in the seeond edition of The Angler, 1655. Eoger TTilliams, in his Key into the Language of America, 1643, p. 98. says: "One of the ehiefest doctors of England was wont to say. that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry.'- 158 WALTON. better berry, but doubtless God never did": and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. The Complete Angler. Part i. Ch. 5. Thus use your frog: put your hook, I mean the arming wire, through his mouth, and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire ; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. Part i. Ch. 8. This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men. Ibid. Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of ; a blessing that money cannot buy. Part i. Ch. 2k All that are lovers of virtue, .... be quiet, and go a-Angling. Ibid. But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him ; marked him for his own. 1 Life of Donne. Oh ! the gallant fisher's life It is the best of any ; 'T is full of ]3leasure, void of strife, And 't is beloved by many. 2 The Angler. (John Chalkliill.) 1 Melancholy marked him for his own. — Gray, The Epitaph. 2 In 1083, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a Preface to a work edited by him: "Thealma and Clearchns, a Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse; written long since by John Chalkhill Esq. an acquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser." " Chalkhill, — a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a shade. Chalkliill is no other than our old piscatory friend in- cognito." — Zouch's Life of Walton. QUAELES. 159 FRANCIS QUAELES. 1592-1644 Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks. 1 Divine Poems. Ed. 1669. Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs ; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ; Light will repay The wrongs of night ; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ! Emblems. Boo J: i. 14. Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Bool: ii. 2. This house is to be let for life or years ; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears ; Cupid, 't has long stood void ; her bills make known. She must be dearly let, or let alone. Bool ii. 10. Ep. 10. The slender debt to nature 's quickly paid, 2 Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. Book ii. 13. The next way home 's the farthest way about. Bool: iv. 2. Ep. 2. It is the lot of man but once to die. Book v. :. 1 Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Young. Night Thoughts, v. Line 1011. 2 To die is a debt we must all of us discharge. Euripides, Aicestis, Line 418. 160 HERBERT. GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. Virtue. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Ibid. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Ibid. Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. The Answer. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine ; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and tlr action fine. The Elixir. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. The Church Porch. Dare to be true : nothing can need a lie ; A fault, which needs it most, grows two thereby. 1 Ibid. Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. Ibid. Sundays observe : think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music. Ibid. The worst speak something good ; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. Ibid. Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin. 1 And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. — Watts, Song xv. HERBERT. 161 Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. The Church Militant. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. Man. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. The Pulley. The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords Is when the soul unto the lines accords. A True Hymn. Wbuldst thou both eat thy cake and have it ? The Size. Do well and right, and let the world sink. 1 Country Parson. Ch. 29. His bark is worse than his bite. Jacula Pmdentum. After death the doctor. 2 ibid. Hell is full of o'ood meanings and wishing. Ibid. Xo sooner is a temple built to God. but the Devil builds a chapel hard by. 3 Ibid. God's mill grinds slow, but sure. Ibid. The offender never pardons. 4 Ibid. It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. Ibid. To a close-shorn sheep, God gives wind by measure. 5 Ibid. 1 Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua. — Sir T. Browne, Relig. Med.. Part 2. Sec. xi. 2 After the war. aid. — Greek Proverb. After me the deluge. — Madame de Pompadour. 3 See Appendix, p. 651. 4 Compare Dryden. Page 229. 5 God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. Sterne, Sentimental Journey. 11 162 HERBERT. — PARKER. — SUCKLING. The lion is not so fierce as they paint him. 1 Jacirfa Prudentum. Help thyself, and Gocl will help thee. Ibid. Words are women, deeds are men. 2 Ibid. The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken. 3 Ibid. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees further of the two. 4 Ibid. MARTYN PARKER. Circa 1630. Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Song. When the stormy winds do blow. 5 Ibid. SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, 6 As if they feared the light ; But 0, she dances such a way ! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half SO fine a sight. Ballad upon a Wedding. 1 The lion is not so fierce as painted. Fuller, Of expecting Preferment. 2 Compare Johnson. Page 314. 3 Compare Pope. Page 289. 4 A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant "s shoulder to mount on — Coleridge, The Friend, Sec. i. Essay 8. 5 See Campbell. Page 443. 6 Compare Herrick. Page 1G4. SUCKLING. 163 Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin ; Some bee had stnng it newly. Ballad upon a Weddiny. Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? Prithee, why so pale ? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail ? Prithee, why so pale ? Song. 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear ; Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were. Against Fruition. She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on. Brennoralt. Act ii. Her face is like the milky way i' the sky. A meeting of gentle lights without a name. Act iii. But, as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own. So in our very judgments. 1, Aglaura. Epilogue. The prince of darkness is a gentleman. 2 The Goblins. Nick of time. Ibid. " High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are. nor e'er will be. 3 The Goblins. Epilogue. 1 'T is with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own. Pope, Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9. 2 See Shakespeare, King Lear. Page 123. 3 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. Pope, Essay on Criticism, Part ii. Line 53. 164 HEKRICK. ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674. Some asked me where the Rubies grew, And nothing I did say ; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. Some asked how Pearls did grow, and where ? Then spoke I to my Girl, To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of Pearl. Ibid. Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then, 1 As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. On Her Feet. I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. 2 On a Fly buried in Amber. Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower, that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. 3 To the Virgins to make much of Time. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee ; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. Night Piece to Julia . 1 Compare Suckling. Page 162. 2 Compare Bacon. Page 139. 3 Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered. -Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8. HERRICK. 165 Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, — come and buy ; If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile, There 's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers, Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. To Music, to becalm his Fever. Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills. A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. Delight in Disorder. A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat, — A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility, — Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part. Ibid. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. 1 Sorrows Succeed. You say to me-wards your affection 's strong ; Pray love me little, so you love me long. 2 Love me Little, Love me Long. 1 See Shakespeare, Hamlet. Page 118. Young's Night Thoughts. Page 263. 2 Compare Marlowe. Page IT. 166 HERRICK. — DEKKER. But ne'er the rose without the thorn. 1 The Rose. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt ; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out. 2 Seek and Find. Thus times do shift ; each thing his turn does hold ; New things succeed, as former things grow old. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. THOMAS DEKKER. 1641. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. Old Fortunatus. The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer ; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit. The first true gentleman that ever breathed. 3 The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. To add to golden numbers, golden numbers. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. Honest labour bears a lovely face. Ibid. 1 Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. Milton, Paradise Lost, Booh iv. Line 200. 2 Nil tarn difficilest quin qiuerendo investigari possiet. Terence, Ueauton-timoroiunenos, iv. 2. 3. 3 Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth, come Habraham, Morses, Aron, and the profettvs : and also the Kyng of the right lvne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne. — Juliana Berners, Heraldic Blazonry. WEBSTER. 161 JOHN WEBSTER. 1638. ? T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden : die birds that are without despair to get in. and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption, for fear they shall never get out. 1 The White Devil. Act I Sc. 2. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me ? So may you blame some fair and crystal river. For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drowned himself in *t. Act iii. Sc 2. Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright. 'But looked to near have neither heat nor light. 2 Act iv. Sc. 4. 1 Le manage est comme line forteres-e assiege'e: ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer. et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir. — Un proverbe Arabe. Quitard, Etudes sur ies Proverbes Frangais, p. 102. It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in. and those within despair of getting out. — Montaigne. Essays, Ch. v. Vol. iii. Compare Sir John Davies. Page 145. Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in ? — Emerson, Representative Men : Montaigne. 2 Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. Robert Hegge, On L ve. We 're charmed with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less. Yalden. Against Enjoyment. As distant prospects please us. but when near We rind but desert rucks and fleeting air. Garth. The Dispensatory. Canto iii. Lint 27. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Part i. Line 7. 168 WEBSTER. — BASSE. — CLARENDON. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren. Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. The White Devil. Actv.Sc.2. Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsom- est, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest ? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest. 1 Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2. WILLIAM BASSE. 1613-1648. Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. 2 On Shakespeare. EDWARD HYDE CLARENDON. 1608-1674. He [Sir John Hambden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mis- chief. 3 History of the Rebellion. Vol. iii. Boole vii. § 84. 1 See Appendix, p. 630. 2 Compare Jonson. Page 148. 3 In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. — Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Ch. xlviii. Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute. — Junius, Letter xxxvii., Feb. 14, 1770. CRASHAW 169 RICHARD CRASHATT. Circa 1616-1650. The conscious water saw its God and blushed. 1 Epigram. Whoe'er she be. That not impossible she. That shall command my heart and me. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. Where'er she lie. Locked up from mortal eve. In shady leaves of destiny. Ibid. Days that need borrow Xo part of their good morrow. From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Ibid. Life that dares send A challenge to his end. And when it comes. say. TTelcome. friend ! Ibid. Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Ibid. A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day. In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health. The modest front of this small floor. Believe me. reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can. — " Here lies a truly honest man ! " Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton. 1 Xympka pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit. Epig. Sacra. Aqua in vinum versos, p. 299. 170 HEY WOOD. — DA VENANT. — WINTHKOP. THOMAS HEY WOOD. 1649. The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and nature do with actors fill. Apology for Actors. 1612. I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. Ed. 1635. Page 206. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead ; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 1 Page 207. Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen. 2 History of Women. Ed. 1621. Page 286. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668. The assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Bool ii. Canto v. St. 37. Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy. It is not safe to know. 3 The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1. JOHN WINTHROP. 1588-1649. A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest. Life and Letters, ii. 341. 1 Great Homer's birth seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame. Thomas Seward, On ShaJcespearc's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon. Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread. Anon. 2 See Appendix, p. G17. 3 Compare Prior. Page 241. DfiNHAM — STOUGHTON. 171 SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold. Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold : EGs genuine and less guilty wealth r explore. Search not his bottom, but survey his -here. Cooper's Hill. Line 165. 0. could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ! Though deep, yet clear : though gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage ; without overflowing full. Lint Action- oi the last age are like almanacs of the last year. Th . v /_. " A Tn But whither am I strayed ? I need not raise Trophic- to thee from other men's dispraise ; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built ; Not needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have ti. hers, sons, and kindred slain. 1 Mr. John Fletcher's H WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701. God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness. 2 Sermon at Bos 4 on. Ap 1 F ■: eta are stdfans, if they had their will; For every author would his brother kill. ry, " in one of his Prologues," says Johnson. Compare Pope, Pre logut U the ^ ' ti : :. 1 in i 197. 2 God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting. Longfellow, Cow •tsl fM lei Standish, iv. 172 LOVELACE. RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658. Oil ! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, 1 You 'd drop a tear ; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear. Orpheus to Beasts. I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more. To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. 2 To Althea from Prison, ii. Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. Ibid. 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. Ibid. iv. 1 There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. — Sir Thomas Browne, Relig. Med., Part ii. Sec. ix. The mind, the music breathing from her face. Byron, Bride of Abydos, Canto i. St. 6. 2 See Shakespeare, Coriolanus. Page 76. COWLEY. 173 ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667. What shall I do to be for ever known. And make the age to come my own? The Motto. His time is for ever, everywhere his place. Friendship in Absence. We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine ; But search of deep philosophy. TTit. eloquence, and poetry : Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine. On the Death of Mr. William Harvey. His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong : his life. I ni sure, was in the right. 1 On the Death of Crashaw. We grieved, we sighed, we wept : we never blushed before. Discourse concerning the Govemmei I ■ Cromwell. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain. And drinks and gapes for drink again : The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. From Anacreon. Drinking. Why Should every creature drink but I ? Why, man of morals, tell me why ? Ibid. A mighty pain to love it is. And 't is a pain that pain to miss : But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain. 1 Fot modes of faith let graceless zealot? light. He can't he wrong whose life is in the right. Pope. Essay on Man, Ep. iii. Line 306. 174 COWLEY. Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure. For Hope. The adorning thee with so much art Is but a barbarous skill ; 'T is like the poisoning of a dart, Too apt before to kill. The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last. 1 Davideis. Boole i. Line 361. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care. 2 Booh ii. Line 102. The monster London . . . / Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost. Of Solitude. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. 3 The Garden. Essay v. Hence, ye profane, I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small. Horace. Book iii. Ode 1. Charmed with the foolish whistling of a name. 4 Virgil^ Georgics. Booh ii. Line 72. Words that weep and tears that speak. 5 The Prophet. 1 One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now. — Southey, The Doctor, ch. xxv. p. 1. 2 Compare Gray. The Bard. Page 327. 3 Compare Bacon, Of Gardens. Page 138. 4 Ravished with the whistling of a name. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 283. 5 Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. Gray, Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4r. WALLER. 175 EDMUND WALLER. 1 605-1 G87. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed. Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. 1 Stronger by weakness, wiser men become. As they draw near to their eternal home. Verses upon his Divine Poesy. Under the tropic is our language spoke. And part of Flanders hath received our yoke. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair : Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle. And keeps that palace of the soul.' 2 Of Tea. Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee. How sweet and fair she seems to be. Go, lovely Rose. How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair ! Ibid. Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse. And every conqueror creates a muse. Pa n e gy r ic on Cro m w e 11 . 1 Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as har- bingers to heaven : and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. — Fuller. Holy and Profane State, Boole i. Ch.2. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made. — Rogers, Pcestum. 2 The dome of thought, the palace of the soul. Byron, Childe Harold. Canto ii. St. 6. 176 WALLER. Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. Upon Roscommon's Trans, of Horace, Be Arte Poetica. Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto iii. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high. 1 To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People. For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While J listen to thy Voice. So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by other's hands, Are we now smitten." iEschylus, Fragm. 123, Plumptre's Translation. So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart. Byron, English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, Line 826. Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers plucked, to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. Thomas Moore, Corruption. BROWNE. ITT SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682. Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth. Religio Medi ':'', Part i. Sec. vi. Rich with the spoils of nature. 1 Part i. Sec. xiii. Nature is the art of God. 2 Part I Sec. xvi. There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument. 3 Part ii. Sec. ix. Sleep is a death : make me try By sleeping what it is to die. And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed ! Part ii. Sec. xii. Ruat ccelum. fiat voluntas tua. 4 Ibid. Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pom- pous in the grave. Urn Burial, Ch. v. Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquest-. Ibid. Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana, he is almost lost that built it. 5 Ibid. What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women. Ibid. 1 Rich with the spoils of time. — Gray. Elegy. St. 13. 2 The course of nature is the an of God. Young. Night Thoughts, ix. Line 1267. 3 Compare Lovelace. Page 172. 4 Compare Herbert. Page 161. 5 Compare Cibber. Page 247. 12 178 MILTON. JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. Paradise Lost. Boole i. Line 1. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support ; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. 1 Line 22. As far as angels' ken. Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Line 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. Line 65. What though the field be lost ? All is not lost ; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. Line 105. To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. Line 157. 1 But vindicate the ways of God to man. Pope, Essay on 3fan, Ep. i. Line 16. MILTON. 170 And out of good still to find means of evil. Paradise Lost. Booh i. Line 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy for ever dwells : hail, horrors ! Line 249 A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. 1 Line, 253 Here we may reign secure, and. in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. Line 261. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Line 275 His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand, He walked with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marie. Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks In Yallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower. Line 302. Awake, arise, or be for ever fallen ! Line 330. Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Line 423. Execute their airy purposes. Line 430. TThen night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Line 500. 1 Compare Book iv. Line 75. 180 MILTON. The imperial ensign, which, fnll high advanced, Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind. 1 Paradise Lost. Booh i. Line 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host upsent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Line 540. In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Line 550. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured. Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarch^ Line 597. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears such as angels weep, burst forth. Line 610. "Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Line 648. 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. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell : that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Line 690. 1 Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air. Gray, The Bard, i. 2, Line 6. MILTON. 181 Anon out of the earth a fabric hu^e Rose, like an exhalation. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve. A summer's clay ; and with the setting sun Dropped from the zenith like a falling star. Line 742. Faery elves. Whose midnight revels, by a forest-side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees. Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Line 781. High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind. Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold. Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence. Bool ii. Line l. Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. Line 39. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Line 44. Rather than be less. Cared not to be at all. Line 47. My sentence is for open war. Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To us is adverse. Line 75. TYlien the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Line 90. 182 MILTON. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Paradise Lost. Booh ii. Line 105. But all was false and hollow ; though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perj}lex and dash Maturest counsels. Line 112. The ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Is flat despair. Line 139. For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night ? Line 146. His red right hand. 1 Line 174. Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved. Line 185. The never-ending flight Of future days. Line 221. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Line 274. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seemed A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin. Sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look 1 Rubente dextera. — Horace, Od. i. 2. 2. MILTON. 183 Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Paradise. Lost, Booh ii. Line 300, The palpable obscure. Line 406. Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. Line 432. Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Line 476. The lowering element Scowls o'er the darkened landscape. Line 490. Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Line 496. In discourse more sweet, For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense, Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reasoned high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute ; And found no end, in wandering mazes lost. Line 555. Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy. Line 565. Arm the obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Line 568. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk : the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies haled At certain revolutions all the damned Are brought ; and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce, 184 MILTON. 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. Paradise Lost. Booh ii. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Line 620. Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimaeras dire. Line 628. The other shape, If shape it might be called, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart. Line 666. Satan was now at hand. Line 674. Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ? Line 681. Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Line 699. So spake the grisly Terror. Line 704. Incensed with indignation Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Line 707. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Line 712. Hell Grew darker at their frown. Line 719. MILTON. 185 I fled, and cried out. Death ! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sighed From all her caves, and back resounded. Death ! Paradise Lost. Booh ii. Line 787. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Line 80-3. Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. Line 845. On a sudden open fly. With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, The infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Line 879. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand : For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mastery. Line 894. Into this wild abyss. The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Line 910. O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare. With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way. And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Line 9-48. With nun upon ruin, rout on rout. Confusion worse confounded. Line 995. So he with difficulty and labour hard Moved on. with difficulty and labour he. Line 1021. And fast by, hanging in a golden chain. This pendant world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Line 1051. 186 MILTON. Hail, holy light ! offspring of heaven first-born : Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1. The rising world of waters dark and deep. Line 11. Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Line 37. Thus with the year Seasons return ; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased. And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Line 40. Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Line 99. Dark with excessive bright. Line 380. Eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Line 474. Since called The Paradise of Foois, to few unknown. Line 495. And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. Line 686. The hell within him. Bool- iv. Line 20. Xow conscience wakes despair That slumbered, wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be. Line 23. MILTON. 187 At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. 1 Paradise Lost. Boole iv. Line 34. A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged. Line 55. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair ? Which way I fly is hell ; myself am hell ; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heayen. . Line 73. Such joy ambition finds. Line 92. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Line 1C8. That practised falsehood under saintly shew. DeejD malice to conceal, couched with revenge. Line 122. Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Arabie the blest. Line 162. And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. Line 194. A heaven on earth. Line 208. Flowers worthy of paradise. Line 241. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose. 2 Line 256. 1 Ye little stars ! hide your diminished rays. Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle iii. Line 282 2 Compare Herrick. Page 166. 188 MILTON. 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 eye sublime declared Absolute rule ; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Paradise Lost. Booh iv. Line 29? Implied Subjection, but required with gentle sway. And by her yielded, by him best received, Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. Line 307. Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Line 323. And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. Line 393. As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Line 499. Imparadised in one another's arms. Line 506. Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires ; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Line 598. MILTON 189 The timely dew of sleep. Paradise Lost. Booh iv. Line 614. TTith thee conversing. I forget all time ; All seasons, and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet. TTith charm of earliest birds : pleasant the sun. When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb. tree, fruit, and hower. Glistering 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 morn when she ascends TTith charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower. Glistering with dew, nor fragrance after showers. Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night TVith this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon. Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. Line 639. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. Line 677. In naked beauty more adorned. More lovely than Pandora. 1 Line 713. Eased the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. Line 739. Hail, wedded love, mysterious law. true source Of human offspring. Line 750. Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Line 800. 1 "When unadorned, adorned the most. Thomson, Autumn. Line 204. 190 MILTON. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly ; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810. Not to know me argues Yourselves unknown. The lowest of your throng. Line 830- Abashed the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is. and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. Line 846. All hell broke loose. Line 918. Like TenerifT or Atlas unremoved. Line 987. The starry cope Of heaven. Line 992. Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. Line 1014. Xow morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth witli orient pearl. When Adam waked, so customed, for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred. Book v. Line 1. Hung over her enamoured, and beheld Beauty which, whether waking or asleep. Shot forth peculiar graces. Line 13. My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight. Line 18. Good, the more abundant grows. These are thy glorious works. Parent of good ! Line 153. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Line 166. Communicated, more abundant grows. Line 71. MILTOX. 191 A wilderness of STreetS. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294. Another morn Kisen on mid-noon. Line 310. So saving, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Line 3-31. Xor jealousy Was understood, the injured lover's hell. Line 449. The bright consummate flower. Line 481. Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers. Line 601. They eat. they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Line 637. Satan : so call him now. his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Line 658. Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. Line 667. Innumerable as the stars of night. Or stars of morning, dewdrops. which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Line 745. So spake the seraph Abdiel. faithful found Among the faithless, faithful only he. Line 896. Morn. Waked by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarred the gates of light. Bool: vi. Line 2. Servant of God. well done. Line 29. Arms on armour clashing brayed Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots raged ; dire was the noise Of conflict. Line 209. 192 MILTON. Vital in every part .... Cannot but by -annihilating die. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345. Far off his coming shone. Line 768- More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil clays though fallen, and evil tongues. Booh vii. Line 24. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Line 30. Heaven opened wide Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound ! On golden hinges moving. Line 205. Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. Line 364. Now half appeared The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. Line 463. Indued With sanctity of reason. Line 507. A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars, as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powdered with stars. Line 577. The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fixed to hear. Boole viii. Line 1. There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. Line 21. MILTON. 193 And QTace that won who saw to wish her stay. Paradise Lost. Bool: viiL Line 43, And. touched by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Line 47. With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er. Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. Line 83. Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle. Line 163. Be lowly wise. Line 173. To know That which before us lies in daily life. Is the prime wisdom. Line 192. Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. Line 283. And feel that I am happier than I know. Line 282. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye. In every gesture dignity and love. Line 488. Her virtue and the conscience of her worth. That would be wooed, and not unsought be won. Line 502. She what was honour knew. And with obsequious majesty approved My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn : all heaven And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence ; the earth Gave sign of gratulation. and each hill ; Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. Line 508. The sum of earthly bliss. Line 522. 13 194 MILTON. So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Paradise Lost. Booh viii. Line 5-18. Accuse not Nature, she hath done her part ; Do thou but thine. Line 561. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies, that daily flow From all her words and actions. Line 600. With a smile that glowed Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Line 618. My unpremeditated verse. Booh ix. Line 24. Pleased me, long choosing and beginning late. Line 26. Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Line 44. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Line 171. The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. Line 208. Smiles from reason flow, To brute denied, and are of love the food. Line 239. For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. Line 249. At shut of evening flowers. Line 278. As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Line 445. So glozed the tempter. Line 549. Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. Line 633. MILTON. 195 Left that command Sole daughter of his voice. 1 Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652. Earth felt the wound ; and Nature from her seat. Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe. That all was lost. Line 782. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Line 853. A pillared -hade High overarched, and echoing walks between. Line 1106. Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully sati-lied. and thee appease. Book x. Line 77. So scented the grim Feature, and upturned His no-tril wide into the murky air. Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Line 279. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap ! Line 775. Must I thus leave thee. Paradise ? thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades ? Book xi. Line 269. Then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Line 414. Moping melancholy. And moon-struck madness. Line 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked. Line 491. 1 Stern daughter of the voice of God. — YVordsworth. Ode to L)ui\i.. 196 MILTON. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535. Nor love thy life, nor hate ; but what thou liv'st Live well ; how long or short permit to heaven. 1 Line 553. A bevy of fair women. Line 582. The brazen throat of war. Line 713. 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. Booh xii. Line 645. Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220. Rocks whereon greatest men have of test wrecked. Line 228. Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise. Book iii. Line 56. Elephants endorsed with towers. Line 329. Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreathed. Line 76. The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day. 2 Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Line 240. 1 Summum nee metuas diem, nee optes. — Martial, Lib. x. 47. 14. " The child is father of the man. Wordsworth, My Heart Leaps Up. MILTON. 197 The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Paradise Regained. Booh iv. Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratic, Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Line 2G7. Socrates .... Whom well inspired the oracle pronounced Wisest of men. Line 274. Deep versed in books, and shallow in himself. Line 327. As children gathering pebbles on the shore. Line 330. Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Line 426. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day ! Samson Agonistes. Line 80. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 80. Ran on embattled armies clad in iron. Line 129. Just are the wa} r s of God, And justifiable to men ; Unless there be who think not God at all. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe ? Line 560. 198 MILTON. 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 the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger. Samson Agonistes. Line 710. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possessed. Line 1003. He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame ? Line 1350. For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Line 1538. And as an evening dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order ranged Of tame villatic fowl. Line 1692. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame, nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Line 1721. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call Earth. Cumus. Line 5. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Line 13. The nodding horror of whose shady brows. Line 28. MILTON. 199 From out the purple grape Crushed the sweet poison of misused wine. Comas. Line 46. These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof. Line 83. The star that bids the shepherd fold. Line 93. Midnight shout and revelry Tipsy dance and jollity. Line 103. Ere the blabbing eastern scout. The nice morn, on the Indian steep From her cabined loop-hole peep. Line 138. When the gray-hooded even. Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed. Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. Line 188. A thousand fantasies Beofin to throng into mv mernorv. Of calling shapes, and beckoning shadows dire. And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Line 205. O welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering Angel, girt with golden wing.- S Line 213. Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? Line 221. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Line -2^. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night. At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled ! Line 249. TTho. as they sung, would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium. Line 256. 200 MILTON. Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Comus. Line 263. I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i' the plighted clouds. Line 298. It were a journey like the path to heaven. To help you find them. Line 303. With thy long-levelled rule of streaming light. Line 340. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant lig\\tj though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude. Where, with her best nurse Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impaired. Line 373. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. Line 381. The unsunned heaps Of miser's treasure. Line 398. 'T is chastity, my brother, chastity : She that has that is clad in complete steel. Line 423. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fo£, or fire, bv lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Line ±32. BOLTON. 201 So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity. That when a soul is found sincerely so A thousand liveried angels lackey her. Driving far off each thing of .-in and guilt. And in clear dream, and solemn vision. Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear. Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape. Comus. Line 453. How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose ; But musical as is Apollo's lute, 1 And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476. And sweetened every musk-rose of the dale. Line 496. Filled the air with barbarous dissonance. Line 550. I was all ear. And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Line 560. That power Which erring men call Chance. Line 587. If this fail. The pillared firmament is rottenm^. And earth's base built on stubble. Line 507. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it. But in another country, as he said. Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil : Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Line 6-31. 1 As s^veet and musical As bright Apollo's lute. Shakespeare, Love's Labour 's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3. 202 - MILTON. Entered the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off. Comus. Line 646. This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds. Line 672. Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. Line 707. And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Line 727. It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool. Line 748. What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn ? Line 752. Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to Heaven amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Line 776. Enjoy your dear wit, and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Line 790. His rod reversed, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Line 816. Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Lender the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. Line 859. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 1012. Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her. Line 1022. 1. Ine 10. 1 me 14. L\ ine 26. L me i . L Ine 40. L ine 66. MILTON. 203 I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Lycidas. Line 3. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Without the meed of some melodious tear. Under the opening eyelids of the morn. But the heavy change, now thou art gone. Xow thou art gone and never must return ! The gadding vine. And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. To sport with Amaryllis in the shade. Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair. Line 68. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise : (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears. And slits the thin-spun life. Line 70. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soiL Line 78. It was that fatal and perfidious bark. Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark. LI The pilot of the Galilean lake : Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). Line 109. 1 Erant quibus appetentior faniae videretur. qnando etiam sapi- entibu? cupido gloria; novissima exuitur. — Tacitus, Histor.. iv. 6. 204 MILTON. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Lycidas. Line 130. Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Line 139. So sinks the day-star in the ocean-bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. LinelGS. To-morrow to fresh woods, and pastures new. Line 103. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles. L' Allegro. Line 23. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe. Line 31. The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. Line 30. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Line 67. Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide ; MILTON. 205 Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies. The cynosure of neighbouring eyes. V Allegro. Line 75. Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. Line 85. To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade. Line 95. Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. Line 100. Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. Line 111, Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize. Line 121. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted -stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. Line 129. And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, 1 Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. Line 135. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. Line 143. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. I J Penseroso. Line 8. 1 Wisdom married to immortal verse. Wordsworth, The Excursion, Booh vii. 206 MILTON. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. II Penseroso. Line 39. Forget thyself to marble. Line 42. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet. Line 45. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Line 49, Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Line 61. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Line G7. Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Line 79. Save the cricket on the hearth. Line 82. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine. Line 97. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Line 105. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. Line 109. Where more is meant than meets the ear. Line 120. MILTON. 207 Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops from off the eaves. II Penseroso. Line 129. Hide me from day's garish eye. Line 141. And storied windows richly dight. Casting a dim religious light. Z,*»el59. Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. Line 173. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. Arcades. Line 68. Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. Line 88. Xo war or battle's sound Was heard the world around. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 53. Time will run back, and fetch the a^e of gold. Line 135. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. Line 172. The oracles are dumb, Xo voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine. With hollow shriek the steep of Delplios leaving. Xo nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. Line 173. From haunted spring, and dale Edged with poplar pale. The parting genius is with sighing sent. LinelSl. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim. Linelfri. 208 MILTON. What needs my Shakespeare, for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame. Epitaph on Shakespeare. Line. 1. And so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. Line 15. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day. Sonnet to the Nightingale. As ever in my great Task-master's eye. On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three. The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground. When the Assault was intended to the City. That old man eloquent. To the Lady .Margaret Ley. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing Certain Treatises. License they mean when they cry liberty. On the Same. Peace hath her victories Xo less renowned than war. To the Lord General Cromwell. Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones. On the late Massacre in Piedmont. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest ; They also serve who only stand and wait. On his Blindness. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice. Of Attic taste ? To Mr. Lawrence. In mirth, that after no repenting draws. To Cyriac Slimier. MILTOX. 209 For other things mild Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show. That with superfluous burden loads the day. And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. Sonnet to Cyriac Skinner. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear ujd and steer Right onward. Ibid. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Ibid. But oh ! as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. On Iris Deceased Wife. O fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted. Soft silken primrose fading tunelessly. Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough. Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. Translation of Horace. Booh i. Ode 5. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted Plagiare. Iconoclastes, xxiii. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam. 1 Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and sino'inp; robes about him. The Reason of Church Government. Int. Book ii. By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity i See Bacon. Page 140. 14 210 MILTON. of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times, as they should not willingly let it die. The Reason of Church Government. Int. Booh ii. Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies. Ibid. He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem. Apology for Smectymnuus. His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Ibid. Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees. Tractate of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hill- side, where I will point ye out the right path of a vir- tuous and noble education ; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. Ibid. Enflamed with the stud}' of learning and the admi- ration of virtue ; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy jmtriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages. Ibid. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Ibid. Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument. Ibid. As good almost kill a man as kill a good book ; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself. Areopagitica. MILTON. 211 A good book is the precious life-blood of a master- spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. Areopagitica. Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. Ibid. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, un- exercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. Ibid. Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers ? Ibid. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant na- tion 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 un- dazzled eyes at the full midday beam. Ibid. Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the held, we do in- gloriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple : who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open en- counter ? Ibid. Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. Tetmehordon. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes. History of England. BooJci. 212 PULLER. THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven ; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. 1 Holy and Profane State. Life of Monica, But our captain counts the image of God, neverthe- less his image, cut in ebony as if clone in ivory. Good Sea-Captain. Their heads sometimes so little, that there is no room for wit ; sometimes so long, that there is no wit for so much room. Of Natural Fools. The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. Of Tombs. Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. Of Books. They that marry ancient people, merely in expecta- tion to bury them, hang themselves, in hope that one will come and cut the halter. Of Marriage. To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body ; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the SOul. Court Lady. The lion is not so fierce as painted. 2 Of Preferment. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery ; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion. True Church Antiquary. Often the cockloft is empty, in those whom Nature hath built many stories high. 4 Andronicus, ad fin. 1. 1 Compare Waller. Page 175. 2 Compare Herbert. Page 162. 3 Compare Bacon, Apothegm No. 17. Page 139. FULLER. — BUNYAN. — BAXTER. 21 3 He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it. Life of Duke, of Aha. JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688. And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which vou see. Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book. Some said, ' John, print it,' others said, ' Not so,' Some said, ' It might do good,' others said, 4 No.' Ibid. The name of the slough was Despond. Part i. It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. Ibid. The house Beautiful. Ibid. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. He that is down needs fear no fall. 1 Ibid. Part ii. 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. 1 Compare Butler, Iludibras. Page 217. 214 MONTROSE. — VAUGHAK MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all. My Dear and only Love. 1 I '11 make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword. 2 Ibid. HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695. I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days ; My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. They are all gone. Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark ! Ibid. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. Ibid. 1 Napier's Memoir of Montrose, Vol. i. App. xxxiv. That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all. Napier's Montrose and the Covenanters, Vol. ii. p. 5GG. 2 The more popular reading is given by Scott, Legend of Mon- trose, Ch. xv.: — I '11 make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. BUTLER. 215 SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680. And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. . Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11. We grant, although he had much wit; He was very shy of using it. Line 45, Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak ; That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Line 51. He could distinguish, and divide A hair, "twixt south and southwest side. Line 67. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew 'a trope. Line 81. For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools. Line 89. For he, by geometric scale. Could take the size of pots of ale. Line 121. And wisely tell what hour o 5 the day The clock does strike, by Algebra. Line 125. Whatever sceptic could inquire for. For every why he had a wherefore. 1 Line 131. Where entity and quiddity. The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. Line 145. He knew what *s what, and that 's as high 2 As metaphysic wit can fly. Line 149. 1 Compare Shakespeare, Comedy of Errors. Page 27. 2 See Appendix, p. 639. 216 BUTLER. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. 1 Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161. 'T was Presbyterian true blue. Line 191. And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. Line 199. As if religion was intended For nothing else but to be mended. Line 205. Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Line 215. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Line 359. For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Line 463. And force them, though it was in spite Of nature, and their stars, to write. Line 647. Quoth Hudibras, 6 I smell a rat ; 2 Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate.' Line 821. Or shear swine, all cry and no wool. 8 Line 852. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Canto ii. Line 831. Like feather bed betwixt a wall, And heavy brunt of cannon ball. Line 872. 1 Compare Fuller, Andronicus. Page 212. 2 See Appendix, p. 648. 3 And so his Highness schal have thereof, but as had the man that scheryd his Hogge, moche Crye and no Wull. — Fortescue, (1395-1485), Treatise on Absolute and Limited Monarchy, Ch. x. BUTLER. 217 Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! 1 Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1. Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Home. Line 263. He had got a hurt 0* the inside, of a deadlier sort. Line 309. AVith mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end. Line 589. For those that run away, and fly. Take place at least o' the enemy. 2 Line 609. I am not now in fortune's power ; He that is down can fall no lower. 3 Line 877. Cheered up himself with ends of verse. And sayings of philosophers. - Line 1011. If he that in the held is slain Be in the bed of honour lain. He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. Line 1047. When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. Line 1145. Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable at last Line 1367. Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site ; Make former times shake hands with latter. And that which was before, come after; 1 Compare Spenser. Faerie Queene. Page 11. - Compare Goldsmith. Page 345. 3 Compare Banyan. Page 213. 218 BUTLER. But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake ; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23 Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow ; Some kicked until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. Line 221. No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows. Line 273. Quoth she, I Ve heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. Line 297. Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns. 1 Line 309. For what is worth in anything, But so much money as 't will bring ? Line 465. Love is a boy by poets styled ; Then spare the rod and spoil the child. 2 Line 843. The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And like a lobster boiled, the morn From black to red began to turn. Canto ii. Line 29. Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Line 79. For truth is precious and divine, Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. Line 257. 1 Our wasted oil im profitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Cowper, Conversation, Line 357. 2 He that spareth his rod hateth his son. — Proverbs xiii. 24. BUTLER. 219 Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' the nation ? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317 He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it : Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made ? Line 377. As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance, 1 And look before you ere you leaj3 ; l For as you sow, ye are like to reap. 2 Line 501. Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat. Canto iii. Line 1. He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Line 261. Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust through nailed by the ears. Line 391. To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catched, And count their chickens ere they 're hatched. Line 923. There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. Line 957. As quick as lightning, in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodged, As wise philosophers have judged; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour, than deep wounds before. Line 1066. As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481. 1 See Appendix, pp. 643, 644. Compare Tusser. Page 6. 2 Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. — Galatians vi. 7. 220 BUTLER. Still amorous, and fond, and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Hudibras. Pari iii. Canto i. Line 687. What makes all doctrines plain and clear ? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was proved true before, Prove false again ? Two hundred more. 'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin ; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffered to espouse. Lint 1277. Line 1293. Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our Old Nick With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes ; The tools of working our salvation By mere mechanic operation. True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shined upon. 1 Line 1313. Line 1495. But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain. Canto ii. Line 175. Line 443 Canto iii. Line 243. He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Line 547. With books and money placed for show, Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. Line 624. 1 True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. — Barton Booth, Song, DRYDEN. 221 JOHX DRYDEX. 1631-1701. Above any Greek or Roman name. 1 Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76. And threatening France, placed like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. TThate'er he did was done with so much ease. In him alone 't was natural to please. Absalom and Achltophel. Part i. Line 27. A fiery soul, which, working out its way. Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.' 2 A daring pilot in extremity ; Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms. • Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. 3 Line 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeathered two-legged thing, a son. Line 169. Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Line 174. And heaven had wanted one immortal son^. Line 197. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. 4 Line 198. 1 Above all Greek, above all Roman fame. Pope, Epistle i. Booh ii. Line 26. 2 Compare Fuller, Life of Duke of Alva. Page 213. s What thin partitions sense from thought divide! Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. 1, Line 226. 4 Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's femie land. Knolles's History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.). 222 DRYDEN. The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The } r oung men's vision, and the old men's dream ! * Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238. Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise. 2 Line 268. Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. Line 301. Not only hating David, but the king. Line 512. Who think too little, and who talk too much. Line 534. A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome ; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long ; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon. 3 Line 545. So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. 4 Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. Line 868. Beware the fury of a patient man. 5 Line 1005. 1 Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions. — Joel ii. 28. 2 Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. Young, Night Thoughts, v. 661. 3 Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes, Augur, schcenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit. Juvenal, Sat. iii. Line 76. 4 A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. Hare, Guesses at Truth. 5 Furor fit laesa ssepius patientia. — Publius Syrus. DRYDEN. 223 Made still a blundering kind of melody ; Spurred boldly on, and- dashed through thick and thin, Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. Line 463. Men met each other with erected look. The steps were higher that they took, Friends to congratulate their friends made haste ; And long inveterate foes saluted as they passed. Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124. For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be loved needs only to be seen. 1 The Hind and Panther. Line 33. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. Line 271. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Mac FlecJcnoe. Line 20. And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Line 208. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. Epistle to Congreve. Line 19. Be kind to my remains ; and defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend ! Line 72. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend ; God never made his work for man to mend. Epistle to John Lryden, of Chesterton. Line 92. Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15. So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. Eleonora. Line 315. 1 Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen. Pope. Essay on Man, Ep. ii. Line 217. 224 DKYDEN. Since heaven's eternal } r ear is thine. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew, Line 15. O gracious Gocl ! how far have we Profaned thy heavenly gift of poesy ? Line 56. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. 1 Line 70. He was exhaled ; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew. 2 On the Death of a very Young Gentleman. Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed ; The next, in majesty ; in both, the last. The force of nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two. 3 Under Mr. Milton'' s Picture. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11. None but the brave deserves the fair. Alexander' s Feast. Line 15. With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. Line 37. 1 Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child. — Pope, Epitaph on Gay. 2 Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. Young, Night Thoughts, v. Line 600. 5 Grrecia Maeonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem. Selvaffa'i, Ad Joannem Miltonum. DRYDEN. 225 Bacchus, ever fair and ever young. Alexander 's Feast. Line 54. Rich the treasure. Sweet the pleasure. Sweet is pleasure after pain. Lint 58. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain ; Fought all his battles o'er again ; And thrice he routed all his foes ; and thrice he slew the slain. Line 66. Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate. And weltering in his blood ; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies. With not a friend to close his eyes. Line 77. For pity melts the mind to love. Line 96. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures. Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honour, but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning. Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning. Think. think it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais sits beside thee. Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 97. Sighed and looked, and sighed again. Line 120. And. like another Helen, fired another Troy. Line 154. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Line 160. 15 226 DRYDEN. He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Alexander's Feast. Line 169. A very merry, dancing, drinking. Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. The Secular Masque. Line 40. Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury. 1 Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and the Fox. Line 452. And that one hunting, which the Devil designed For one fair female, lost him half the kind. Theodore and Honoria. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. Cymon and Iphigenia. Lint 1. When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind. Line 41. He trudged along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Line 84. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes, And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. Line 107. Love taught him shame, and shame, with love at strife. Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. Line 133. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Sex to the last, 2 Line 3G7. 1 This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, Act i. Sc. 2. See Shakespeare, Borneo and Juliet, Act ii. Sc. 2. Perjuria ridet am an turn Jupiter. — Tibullus, Lib. iii. El 6, Line 49. 2 And love the offender, yet detest the offence. Pope, Eloisa to Abclard, Line 192. DRYDEN. 227 And raw in fields the rude militia swarms ; Mouths without hands ; maintained at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence ; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand. Cy m o n and Iph ig c n ia . Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Line 407. Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe. 1 The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own ; He who, secure within, can say. To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. 2 Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65. Not heaven itself upon the past has power ; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Line 71 . I can enjoy her while she 's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings, and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. Line 81. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Line 87. 1 Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 370. Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix le'gere Passer du grave an doux, du plaisant au severe. Boileau, L' Art Poetique, Chant l er . 2 Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me, I nave dined to-day. Sydney Smith. Recipe for Salad. 228 DRYDEN. Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate. Virgil, JEneid. Line 1. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees, As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Ovid, Metamorjihoses. Book xv. Line 155. She knows her man, and when you rant and swear Can draw you to her with a single hair. 1 Persius. Satire v. Line 246. Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue ! Juvenal. Satire x. Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin ; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. 2 Mariage a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. Errors like straws upon the surface flow ; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue. Men are but children of a larger growth. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me. 3 The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2. 1 And from that luckless hour, my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair. Bland's Anthology, p.- 20, ed. 1813. And beauty draws us with a single hair. Pope, The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii. Line 27. Those curious locks so aptly twined. Whose every hair a soul doth bind. Carew, Think not 'cause men flattering say. 2 Compare Sir John Davies. Page 145. 3 You have been often told and have heard that ignorance is the mother of devotion. — Jeremy Taylor, Letter to a Person newly DRYDEX. 229 But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be ; Within that circle none durst walk" but he. The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, "When wild in woods the noble savage ran. The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1. Forgiveness to the injured does belong ; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong. 1 Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. What precious drops are those. Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew ? Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1. Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped And they have kept it since, by being dead. Epilogue. When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on. and think to-morrow will repay : To-morrow 's falser than the former day, Lies worse, and. while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again. Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; 2 And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. converted. 1657. This is said to have been the utterance of Dr. Cole, at a convocation of Westminster. 1 Quos loL'serimt et oderimt. — Seneca, De Ira, Lib. ii. c. 33. Proprium humani ingenii est odi^se quern la?seris. — Tacitus. Agricola, 42. 4. The offender never pardons. — Herbert, Jacula Priidentum. Chi fa ingiuria non perdona niai. — Italian Proverb. 2 There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius. — Macaulay. Hist, of England. Ch. xviii. 230 DRYDEN. All delays are dangerous in war. Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1. Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are Act iv. Sc. l. Whatever is, is in its causes just. 1 (Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age. Ibid. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long ; Even wondered at, because he dropped no sooner. Fate seemed to wind him up for fourscore years ; Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more : Till, like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Act iv. Sc. l. She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. Ibid. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know. 2 The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Lord of humankind. 3 Ibid. Bless the hand that gave the blow. 4 Ibid. Second thoughts, they say, are best. 5 Act ii. Sc. 2. He 's a sure card. Ibid. As sure as a gun. 6 Act iii. Sc 2. 1 Whatever is, is right. — Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. i. Line 289. 2 There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. — Cowpe^ The Timepiece, Line 285. 3 Lords of humankind — Goldsmith, The Traveller, Line 327. 4 Adore the hand that gives the blow. Pomfret, Verses to his Friend. 5 Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest. Euripides, Ilippolytus, 438. 6 As certain as a gun. — Butler, Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. The first edition of Butler reads, ' sure as a gun.* DRYDEN. — ROSCOMMON. 231 Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2. This is the porcelain clay of humankind. 1 Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. I have a soul that, like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more. 2 Ibid. A knock-down argument : 't is but a word and a blow. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid. 3 Act iii. Sc. 1. The true Amphitryon. 4 Act iv. £c. 1. The spectacles of books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684. Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87. And choose an author as you choose a friend. Line 96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Line 113. The multitude is always in the wrong. Line 184. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies Irw. 1 The precious porcelain of human clay. Byron, Don Juan, Canto iv. St. 11. 2 Give ample room and verge enough. — Gray, The Bard, ii. 1. 3 Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. Blair, The Grave, Line 58. 4 Le veritable Amphitryon Est 1' Amphitryon ou l'on dine. Moliere, Amphitryon, Acte iii. Sc. 5. 232 MARVELL. — TILLOTSOjST. ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678. Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night. Bermudas. And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time. Ibid. In busy companies of men. The Garden. (Translated.) Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade, Ibid. The world in all doth but two nations bear, The good, the bad, and these mixed everywhere. The Loyal Scot. The inglorious arts of peace. Upon Cromwell' s Return from Ireland. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene. Ibid. So much one man can do, That does both act and know. Ibid. To make a bank was a great plot of state ; Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate. The Character of Holland. JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630-1694. If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men. 1 Sermon 93. 1712. 1 Si Dieu n'existait pa?, il faudroit l'inventcr. — Voltaire (1694- 1778), A VAuteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, Epit. cxi. HENRY. — POWELL. 233 MATTHEW HENRY. 1 1662-1714. To their own second and sober thoughts. 2 Commentaries. (London, 1710.) Job vi. 29. He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel. Psalm xxx vi. Our creature comforts. Psalm xxxvii. None so deaf as those that will not hear. Psalm lviii. They that die by famine die by inches. Psalm lix. To fish in troubled waters. Psalm lx. Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life. 3 Psalm civ. None so blind as those that will not see. Jeremiah xx. Not lost, but gone before. 4 Matthew ii. SIR JOHN POWELL. 1713. Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason. 5 Corjcjs vs. Bernard ', 2 Ld. Raym. 911. 1 Matthew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry (1631- 1691), "He would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of the comforts of this life, 'All this and heaven too!'" — Life of Rev. Philip Henry, p. 70. London, 1830. 2 I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law. — Fisher Ames, Speech on Bien- nial Flections, 1788. 3 Bread is the staff of life. — Swift, Tale of a Tub. Corne which is the staffe of life. — Winslow's Good Xewesfroir, New England, p. 47. London, 1621. The stay and the staff, the whole stay of bread. — Isaiah iii. 1. 4 Literally from Seneca, Ep. 63. 16. See Rogers. Page 100. 6 Compare Coke. Page 9. 234 HARVEY. — WALKER. —TEMPLE. —POPE. STEPHEN HARVEY. Circa 1627. And there 's a lust in man no charm can tame Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame ; On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly, While virtuous actions are but born and die. Juvenal. Satire ix. 1 WILLIAM WALKER. 1 623-1 684, Learn to read slow : all other graces Will follow in their proper places. 2 The Art of Reading. SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699. Books like proverbs receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. Ancient and Modern Learning. DR. WALTER POPE. 1630-1714. May I 'govern my passion with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away. The Old Man's Wish. 1 From Anderson's British Poets, Vol. xii. p. G97. 2 Take time enough ; all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places. Byrom, Advice to Preach Slow. ROCHESTER. — KEN. 23£ EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. Angels listen when she speaks : She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Song. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on ; He never says a foolish thing. Nor ever does a wise one. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II. And ever since the Conquest have been fools. Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country. For pointed satire I would Buekhurst choose. The best good man with the worst-natured muse. An Allusion to Satire x. Horace, Booh i. A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King. It is a very good world to live in. To lend, or to spend, or to give in : But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own. It is the very worst world that ever was known. Attributed to Rochester. THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow ! Praise Him. all creatures here below ! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host ! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost ! Morning and Evening Hymn. 236 RUMBOLD. — L'ESTRANGE. — SHEFFIELD. RICHARD RUMBOLD. 1685. I never could believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. When on the Scaffold (1685). Macaulay, Hist, of England. ROGER L'ESTRANGE. 1616-1704. Though this may be play to you, 'T is death to US. Fables from Several Authors. Fable 398. SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM- SHIRE. 1649-1720. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Essay on Poetry. There 's no such thing in nature, and you '11 draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. 1 Ibid. Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose ; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. Ibid. 1 Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. Pope, Essay on Criticism, Part ii. Line 53. OT WAY. — SEDLEY. 237 THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. O woman ! lovely woman ! nature made thee To temper man ; we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you : There 's in you all that we believe of heaven ; Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love. Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1, Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life ; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee. 1 Act v. Sc, 1. 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 3 Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes ? Woman ! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman ! The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.' 2 Act iv. Sc. 2. SIR CHARLES SEDLEY. 1639-1701. When change itself can give no more, 'T is easy to be true. Reasons for Constancy, 1 Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm ray heart. Gray, The Bard, Part i. St. 3. See Shakespeare, Julius Ccesar. Page 85, 2 Let us swear an eternal friendship. Frere, The Rovers, Act i. Sc. 1. 238 LEE. — NORMS. NATHANIEL LEE. 1055-1692. Then he will talk — good gods ! how he will talk ! * Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Ibid. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. Act iv. Sc. 2. 'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.' 2 Ibid. Man, false man, smiling, destructive man. Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2. JOHN NORMS. 1657-1711. How fading are the joys we dote upon ! Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong ; Like angels' visits, short and bright, 3 Mortality 's too weak to bear them long. The Parting. 1 Compare Beaumont and Fletcher. Page 152. 2 'leads the way/ in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums, which was first used by Handel in Joshua, afterwards transferred to Judas Maccabceus. The text of both oratorios was written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman. 3 Like those of angels, short and far between. Blair, The Grave, Line 588. Like angel visits, few and far between. Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, Part ii. Line 378. FLETCHER — NEWTON. — DEFOE. 239 ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716. I knew a very wise man that believed that, if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc. ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727. I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble, or a prettier shell than or- dinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscov- ered before me. 1 Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Ch. 27. DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there ; 2 And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. The T rue-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1. Great families of yesterday we show. And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. Ibid, ad fin. 1 Compare Milton. Page 197. 2 See Appendix, p. 650. 240 DENNIS. — BKO WN. JOHN DENNIS. 1657-1734. A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket. 1 They will not let my play run ; and yet they steal my thunder. 2 TOM BROWN. 1663-1704 I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell ; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell. 3 1 The Gentleman's Magazine, Vol. li. p. 324. 2 Our author, for the advantage of this play (Appius and Vir- ginia), had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. The tragedy, however, was coldly received, notwithstand- ing such assistance, and was acted but a short time. Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the representation of Macbeth, heard his own thunder made u^e of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. " See,'' said he, '' how the rascals use me ! They will not let my play run. and yet they steal my thunder." — Biog. Britannica, Vol. v. p. 103. 3 A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works col- lected and published after his death. Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. — Martial, Ep, i. 33. Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas ; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement une chose: C'est que je ne vous aime pas. Bussy, Comte de Babutin, Booh i. Epistle 33. PRIOR, 241 MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721. All jargon of the schools. 1 1 am that I am. An Ode. Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height ; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight. 2 To the Hon. Charles Montague. From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise. 3 Ibid. Oclcls life ! must one swear to the truth of a sonp; ? A Better Answer. Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock. That, if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they. Hans Carvel. The end must justify the means. Ibid. And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive. Paulo Purganti. They never taste who always drink ; They always talk who never think. Upon a Passage in the Scallgerana. That air and harmony of shape express. Fine by degrees, and beautifully less. 4 Henry and Emma. 1 Noisy jargon of the schools. — Pomfret, Reason. The sounding jargon of the schools. — Cowper, Truth, Line 367. 2 But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight. — Variations in a copy dated 1692. 3 "Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. — Gray, Eton College, St. 10. 4 Fine by defect, and delicately weak. Pope, Moral Essays, Epistle ii. Line 43. 16 242 PRIOR. Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart. 1 The Thief and the Cordelier. Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ; The son of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? 2 Epitaph. Extempore. . His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach. Alma. Canto ii. Line 7. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And, oft repeating, they believe 'em. Canto 111. Line 13. Abra was ready ere I called her name ; And, though I called another, Abra came. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364. For hope is but the dream of those that wake. 3 Book iii. Line 102. 1 As men that be lothe to departe do often take their lcff. John Clerk to Wolsey. — Ellis's Letters, Third Series, Vol. i. p. 2G2. A loth to depart was the common term for a song, or a tune played, on taking leave of friends. See Tarlton's News out of Purgatory, (about 1683) : Chapman's Widow's Tears; Middleton's The Old Law, Act iv. Sc. 1 ; Beaumont and Fletcher's Wit at Several Weapons, Act ii. Sc. 2. 2 The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior: — Johnnie Carnegie lais heer. Descendit of Adam and Eve, Gif ony con gang hieher, Ise willing give him leve. 3 This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius, Lib. v. § 18. 'Epoorrjdels ri iariu q\ttls ; 'Eyprjyoporos, el^e*/, svvirviov. Menage, in his Observations upon Laertius, says that Stobaeus (Serm. cix.) ascribes it to Pindar, whilst iElian (Var. Hist. xiii. 29) PRIOR. — POMFRET. — BENTLE Y.— SOUTHERNE. 243 Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn ; And he alone is blessed who ne'er was born. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Booh iii. Line 240, JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703. We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow. 2 Verses to his Friend under Affliction. Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes. Ibid. RICHARD BEXTLEY. 1662-1742. It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself. Monk's Life of Bentley. Page 90. THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1660-1746. Pity 's akin to love. 3 Oroonolsa. Act ii. Sc. 1. refers it to Plato : "EAeyer 6 UXarcov, ras iXiridas 4ypr\yop6r(tiu avdpcoirooi' oveipovs elvai. Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quandam, vigilantium. Quintilian, vi. 2. 2 Compare Dry den, The Spanish Friar. Page 230. 3 Compare Beaumont and Fletcher. Page 153. 244 CAREY. HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743. God save our gracious king, Long live our noble king, God save the king. God save the King. Aldeborontiphoscophornio ! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos ? Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1. His cogitative faculties immersed In cooibunditv of cogitation. . Ibid. Let the sin pin o- singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation, out-vociferize Even sound itself. Ibid. To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. Act i. Sc. 3. Go call a coach, and let a coach be called, And let the man who calleth be the caller ; And in his calling let him nothing call, But Coach ! Coach ! Coach ! O for a coach, ye gods ! Act ii. Sc. 4. Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage ; Noble by heritage, Generous and free. The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2. What a monstrous tail our cat has got ! The Dragon of Wantley, Act ii. Sc. 1. Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally. 1 Sally in our Alley. 1 Of all the girls that e'er was seen, There 's none so fine as Nelly. Swift, Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet CAREY. — SWIFT. 245 Of all the days that 's in the week I dearly love but one day. And that 's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday. Sally in our Alley. JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745. I 've often wished that I had clear. For life, six hundred pounds a year. A handsome house to lodge a friend. A river at my garden's end. Imitation of Horace. Book ii. Sat. 6. So geographers, in Afric maps. 1 With savage picture- fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns. Poetry, a Rha} Where Young must torture his invention To Hatter knaves, or lose his pension. Ibid. Hobbes clearly proves, that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature. Ibid. So. naturalists observe, a ilea Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have -mailer still to bite 'em : And so proceed ad infinitum, Libertas et natale solum ; Fine words ! I wonder where you stole 'em. Verses occ : Moti m his Coach. 1 As geographers crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild and unapproachable bogs. — Plutarch. Tht 246 swift. A college joke to cure the dumps. Cassinus and Peter, 'T is an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools ; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. Cadenus and Vanessa. 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 essen- tial service to his country, than the whole race of poli- ticians put together. Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Ch. 7. Voyage to Brobdingnag. He had been eight years upon a project for extract- ing sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers. Part iii. Ch. 5. Voyage to Laputa. Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship. 1 Tale of a Tub. {Preface.) Bread is the staff of life. 2 ibid. The reason why so few marriages are happy is be- cause young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages. Thoughts on Various Subjects. 1 In Sebastian Minister's Cosmography, there is a cut of a ship, to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the Ship of Fools. — Sir James Mackintosh, Appendix to the Life of Sir Thomas More. 2 See Matthew Henry. Page 233. SWIFT. — GIBBER. 247 Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for be- ins' eminent. Thoughts on Various Subjects. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. Ibid. The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light. Battle of the Books. Xot die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. Letter to Bolingbrohe, March 21. 1729. I shall be like that tree. I shall die at the top. Scott's L ife of S w ift. 1 COLLEY GIBBER. 1671-1757. So mourned the dame of Ephesus her love ; And thus the soldier, armed with resolution. Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. Richard J II. {altered). Act ii. Sc. 1. Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on. Act iii. Sc. 1. The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. 2 Ibid. I 've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now though thy friendly hand has brushed 'em from me. Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes ; I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. Act iv. Sc: 3. 1 When the poem of Cadenus and Vanessa was the general topic of conversation, some one said, " Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordinary woman, that could inspire the Dean to write so finely upon her.'' Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered, that ''she thought that point not quite so clear, for it was well known the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick/' — Johnson's Life of So: [ft. 2 Compare Sir Thomas Browne, Urn Burial. Ch. v. Page 177. 248 GIBBER. Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! Richard III. {altered). Act iv. Sc. 3. And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. Act v. Sc. 3. With clink of hammers closing rivets up. 1 Ibid. Perish that thought ! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams ; you threaten here in vain ; Conscience, avaunt, Richard J s himself again ! Hark ! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away. My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray. Ibid. A weak invention of the enemy. 2 Ibid. As good be out of the world as out of the fashion. Love's Last Shift. Act ii. We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman, — scorned! slighted! dismissed without a parting pang. 3 Act iv. This business will never hold water. She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv. Losers must have leave to speak. The Rival Fools. Act i. Stolen sweets are best. Ibid. Possession is eleven points in the law. Woman's Wit. Act i. Words are but empty thanks. Act v. 1 With busy hammers closing rivets up. — Shakespeare, Henry V., Act iv. Prologue. 2 A thing devised by the enemy. — Shakespeare, Richard III, Act v. Sc. 3. 3 Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. Congreve, The Mourning Bride, Act iii. Sc. 3. ADDISON. 249 JOSEPH ADDISOX. 1672-1719. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato, and of Rome. Cato. Act i. Sc. 1. Thy steady temper, Fortius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Caesar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. Ibid. 'T is not in mortals to command success, But we '11 do more, Sempronius ; we '11 deserve it. Act I Sc. 2. Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Act i. Sc. 4. T is pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul ; I think the Romans call it stoicism. Ibid. Were you with these, my prince, you W soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. Ibid. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. Ibid. My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? Act ii. Sc. 1. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternitv in bondage. Ibid. The woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv. Sc. l. Curse all his virtues ! they 've undone his country. Act iv. Sc. 4. 250 ADDISON. What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country ! Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station. Ibid. It must be so, — Plato, thou reasonest well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us ; 'T is heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ' thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Act v. Sc. 1. I'm weary of conjectures, — this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me : This in a moment brings me to an end ; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, 1 Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Ibid. From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. Act v. Sc. 4. 1 Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and nourishing in an immortal youth. — Isaac Barrow (1630-1677), Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, Vol. i. p. (}Q. ADDISON. 251 For whereso'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. 1 A Letter from Italy. Unbounded courage and compassion joined, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great. And make the hero and the man complete. The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform. Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. 2 Lint 291. And those that paint them truest praise them most. 3 Line ult. The spacious firmament on high. With all the blue ethereal sky. And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Ode. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll. And spread the truth from pole to pole. ibid. For ever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is divine. Ibid. 1 VTalone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used. 2 This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the Dunciad, Bool: iii. Line 264. 3 He best can paint them who shall feel them most. Pope, Eloisa to Abelard, Line ult. 252 ADDISON. — STEELE. — CENTLIVRE. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow ; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee. 1 Spectator. No. 68. Much may be said on both sides. 2 No. ]22. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye. No. 444. SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729. Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour ; to love her was a liberal education. 3 Tatler. No. 49. Will Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous. Spectator. No. 266. SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE. 1667-1723. The real Simon Pure. A Bold Strolcefor a Wife. Act v. Sc. 1. 1 A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amor. iii. 11. 39. 2 See Fielding, The Covent Garden Tragedy. Page 308. 3 Lady Elizabeth Hastings. WALPOLE. — PHILIPS. — TUKE 253 SIR ROBERT TTALPOLE. 1676-1745. The balance of power, Speech, 1741. Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of joretended patriots, of whom he said, All those men have their price. 1 Coxe's Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false. Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours. 2 AMBROSE PHILIPS. 1671-1749. Studious of ease and fond of humble things. From Holland to a Friend in England. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1673. He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman's will. Adventures of Five Hours. Act v. Sc. 3. 1 The political axiom, "All men hare their price," is commonly ascribed to Walpole. 2 Hazlitt, in his Wit and Humour, says, "This is Walpole's phrase." The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefit. — Rochefoucauld, Maxim 278. 254 WATTS. ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748. Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many j)oor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Divine Songs. Song iv. A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. Song xii. And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. 1 Song xv. Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too. Song xvi. But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise ; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. Ibid. Birds in their little nests agree ; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. Song xvii. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower ! Song xx. For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. Ibid. 1 Compare Herbert, The Church Porch. Page 160. WATTS. 255 In books, or work, or healthful play. Divine Songs. Sung xx. I have been there, and still would go ; 'T is like a little heaven below. SongxxYin. Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber ! Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. A Cradle Hymn. 'T is the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain. 6 You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.' The Sluggard. Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. Psalm v. From all who dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. Psalm cxvii. Fly, like a youthful hurt or roe. Over the hills where spices grow. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Booh i. Hymn 79. And while the lamp holds out to burn. The vilest sinner may return. Hymn $%. Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long ! BooJ: ii. Hymn 19. Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. Hymn 63. The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. Ibid, When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies. I '11 bid farewell to every fear. And wipe my weeping eyes. Hymn 65. 256 WATTS. — GARTH. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Booh ii. Hymn 66. So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns ; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain. Hymn 146. Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul : The mind 's the standard of the man. 1 Horce Lyrical. Booh ii. False Greatness. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Doxology. SAMUEL GARTH. 1670-1719. To die is landing on some silent shore, WTiere billows never break, nor tempests roar ; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er. The Dispensary.' 2 ' Canto iii. Line 225. 1 I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. — Seneca, On a Happy Life, Ch. 1, (L'Estrange's Abstract.) 2 Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy, Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I. Christopher Codrington, On Garth's Dispensary. CONGREVE. 257 WILLIAM COXGREVE. 1670-1729. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. By magic numbers and persuasive sound. Ibid. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned. 1 Act ill. Sc. 8. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. Act v. Sc. 12. If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart which others bleed for bleed fur me. The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12. Ferdinand Menclez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. Love for Lore. Act ii. Sc. 5. I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar. Act ii. Sc. 7. Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. " The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure ; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure. 2 Act v. Sc. 1. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. 8 Letter to Cobham. 1 Compare Cibber, Love's Last Shift, Act iv. Page 248. 2 , Compare Shakespeare, Taming of the Shrew. Page 47, 3 Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer. — Young, Night Thoughts, i. Line 390. See also Martial, Book v. Ep. 59. 17 258 HOWE. — PARNELL. NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718. As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. 1 The Fair Penitent. Prologue. At length the morn, and cold indifference came. 2 Act i. Sc. 1. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? Act iii. Sc. 1. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario ? Act v. Sc. 1. THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717. Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But Still be a woman to you. When thy Beauty appears. Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. Line 5. We call it only pretty Fanny's way. An Elegy to an Old Beauty. Let those love now who never loved before, Let those who always loved now love the more. Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.^ 1 None think the Great unhappy, but the great. Young, The Love of Fame, Satire i. Line 238. 2 But with the morning cool reflection came. — Scott, Chronicles of the Canongate, Ch. iv., also quoted in the notes to the Monastery, Ch. iii. n. 11, and with 'calm' substituted for 'cool' in the Anti- quary, Ch. v., and ' repentance ' for ' reflection ' in Rob Roy, Ch. xii. 3 Written in the time of Julius Ca i sar, and by some ascribed to Catullus: — Cras amet qui numquam amavit; Quique amavit, eras amet. BOLIXGBROKE. — FARQUHAR. 259 HEXRY ST. JOHN, VISCOUXT BOLING- BROKE. 1678-1751. I have read somewhere or other, in Dionysius of Halicarnassus. I think, that History is Philosophy teaching by examples. 1 On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707. Cos. Pray now. what may be that same bed of hon- our ? Kite. Oh ! a mighty large bed ! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware : ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. I believe they talked of me. for they laughed con- sumedly. The Beaux Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.* 2 Act iii. Sc. 2. Necessity, the mother of invention. 3 The Twin Rivals. Act i. 1 Dionysius of Halicamassus, Ars Rhct. xi. 2 (p. 398, R.) s says: XlaLOeia apa early ?/ eurev^Ls toiv i]B6i)v ■ rovro kcu QovKvBidrjs €OtK€ Aeyeiv. irepl laropias \eyaw ■ otl kcu IcrTopia (piXocrocpia itrrlp in 7rapa56f7juara>v, quoting; Thucydid.es, I. 22. 2 Compare Banington, New South Wales. Page 391. 3 Art imitates nature, and necessity is the mother of invention. — Richard Franek. Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694). See Appendix, p. 645. Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter. — Persius, Proloq.. Line 10. 260 BERKELEY. — BRERETON. BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; x The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last. On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old. Can Love be controlled by Advice f ' 2 [Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate. 3 Siris. Par. 217. JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740. The picture, placed the busts between, Adds to the thought much strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly 's at full length. On Beau Nash's Picture at full length, between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope A 1 Westward the star of empire takes its way. Epigraph to Bancroft's History of the United Slates. 2 From Aikin's Vocal Poetry, London, 1810. 3 Cups That cheer but not inebriate. — Cowper, The Task, Booh iv. 4 From Dyce's Specimens of British Poetesses. This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell's Specimens, note, p. 521. HILL. — RAMSAY. 261 AARON HILL. 1685-1750. First, then, a woman will, or won't, depend on 't ; If she will do 't, she will ; and there 's an end on 't. Bnt if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice. 1 Zara. Epilogue. Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains. Verses written on a Window in Scotland, 'T is the same with common natures : L se 'em kindly, they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well. Ibid. ALLAN RAMSAY. 1686-1758. Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean, Where heartsome wi' thee I ha'e moiiy days been ; For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more, We '11 may be return to Lochaber no more. Lochaber no More. 1 The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury: — Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will ? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't. Examiner, May 31. 1829. 262 YOUNG. EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 1. Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Line 18. Creation sleeps ! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. Line 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Line 154. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. Line 212. Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer. 1 Line 390. Procrastination is the thief of time. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves. Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Nig Jtt ii. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell. Line 51. 1 Compare Congreve, Letter to Cobham. Page 257. youxg. 263 Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed : "Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. Night Thoughts. Night ii. Line 90. ' I Ve lost a day ! ' — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. 1 Line 99. Ah ! how unjust to nature, and himself. Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man. Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Line. ISO. Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites, Hell threatens. Line 292. Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Line 334. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Line 3TG. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopened to the sun. Line 4GG. How blessings brighten as they take their flight ! Line G02. The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. Line Gil. Woes cluster ; rare are solitary woes ; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. 2 Night iii. Line 63. 1 Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus, "Once at supper, reflect- ing that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saving, 'My friends, I have lost a day.' " — Suetonius, Lives of the Twelve Ccesars. Translation by Alexander Thomson. 2 Compare Shakespeare, Hamlet. Page 118. Also Herrick, Sor- rows Succeed. Page 165. 264 YOUNG. Beautiful as sweet! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay • And if in death still lovely, lovelier there ; Far lovelier ! pity swells the tide of love. Line 104. Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight, a naked human heart. Line 226. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm. Night iv. Line 10. Man makes a death which nature never made. Line 15. And feels a thousand deaths, in fearing one. Line 17. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Line 71. Man wants but little, nor that little long. 1 Line 118. A God all mercy is a God unjust. Line 233. 5 T is impious in a good man to be sad. Line 676. A Christian is the highest style of man. Line 788. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Line 843. By night an atheist half believes a God. Night v. Line 177. Early, bright, transient, chaste, as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven. 2 Line 600. We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrenched, preparing his assault ; How few themselves in that just mirror see ! Line 627. 1 Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. — Goldsmith, The Hermit, St. 8. 2 Compare Dry den, On the Death of a very Young Gentleman. Page 224. YOUNG. 265 Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. 1 Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661. While man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. 2 Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. 3 Line 1011. Pygmies are pygmies still, though perched on Alps ; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself : Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids ; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. Night vi. Line 309. And all may do what has by man been done. Line 606. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night yii. Line 496. Too low they build who build beneath the stars. Night viii. Line 215. Prayer ardent opens heaven. Line 721. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Line 793. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Line 1045. Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation. 4 Night ix. Line 167. 'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand : Scripture authentic ! uncorrupt by man. Line 644. 1 Compare Dryden, Absalom and Achitophel. Page 222. 2 Compare Bishop Hall, Epistles, Dec. iii. Ep. ii. Page 146. 3 Compare Quarles, Divine Poems. Page 159. 4 Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. — Burns, To a Mountain Daisy. 266 YOUNG. An undevout astronomer is mad. Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771. The course of nature is the art of God. 1 Line 1267. The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in every heart. Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51. Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Line 89. Titles are marks of honest men, and wise ; The fool, or knave, that wears a title lies. Line 145. None think the great unhappy but the great. 2 Line 238. Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair. Satire ii. Line 83. The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. Line 1G5. Where nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal the mind. 3 Line 207. Be wise with speed ; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Line 282. And waste their music on the savage race. 4 Satire v. Line 228. 1 Compare Sir Thomas Browne, Relig. Med. Page 177. 2 Compare Rowe, The Fair Penitent. Page 258. 3 Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men, whereby to com- municate their mind ; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it. — Robert South, Sermon, April 30, 1G7G. Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him ; to promote commerce, and not betray it. — Lloyd's State Wortltics (1665), ed. Whitworth, Vol. i. p. 503. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them. — Goldsmith, The Bee, No. iii., Oct. 20, 1759. lis n'emploient les paroles que pour dc'guiser leurs pensees. — Voltaire, Dialogue xiv., Le Chapon et la Poularde, 1763. 4 And waste its sweetness on the desert air. — Gray, Elegy, St. 14. YOUNG. 267 For her own breakfast she '11 project a scheme. Xor take her tea without a stratagem. Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190. Think naught a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. Line 208. One to destroy is murder by the law. And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands takes a specious name. War's glorious art. and gives immortal fame. S itire vii, Line 55. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. 1 Line 97. Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt. And oftener changed their principle.- than shirt. Ejyisiit to Mr. Pope. Line 277. Accept a miracle instead of wit, — See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ. Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield " Time elaborately thrown away. The Last Ij y. Bool i. There buds the promise of celestial worth. Bool; iii. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed. Great let me call him. for he conquered me. The Reven e. Act i. Sc. 1. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun. With whom revenge is virtue. Act v. Sc. 2. The blood will follow where the knife is driven. The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. Ibid. And friend received with thumps upon the back. 3 Un i ve rsa I Pa ssio n . 1 See Appendix, p. 637. 2 From Mitford's Life of Young. See Spence's Anecdotes, p. 378. 3 Compare Cowper. On Friendship. Page 365. 268 pope. ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. Awake, my St. John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man ; A mighty maze ! but not without a plan. Essay on Man. Epistle, i. Line 1. Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield. Line 9. Eye nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise ; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man. 1 Line 13. What can we reason but from what we know ? Line 18. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Line 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. Line 87. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Line 95. 1 Compare Milton, Paradise L>ost. Page 178. pope. 269 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. Essay on Man, Epistle i. Line 99. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company= Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Line 123. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. 1 Line 217. Remembrance and reflection how allied ! What thin partitions sense from thought divide ! 2 Line 225. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body nature is, and God the soul. Line 267. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze. Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. Line 271. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns : To Him no high, no low. no great, no small ; He fills,, he bounds, connects, and equals all ! Line 277. 1 Compare Sir John Davies. Page 145. 2 Compare Drvden, Absalom and Achitophel. Page 221. Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixture dementia? fait. Sen- eca, De Tranquillitate Animi. xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xxx. 1), Aia ri iravres ccroi TTepirrol yeyovaoiu uv^pes t) Kara (pi\o(ro(piav ?) 7to\itlk'}}u rj Troi7\ to make one worthy man my foe. Line 283. Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel ? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel ? Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Line 315. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Line 333. That not in fancy's maze he wandered long. But stooped to truth, and moralized his song. 4 Line 310. 1 Compare Denham. Page 171. - When needs he most, yet faintly then he praises: Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises : So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. P. Fletcher, The Purple Island, Canto vii 3 See Sternhold. Page 7. 4 See Spenser. Faerie Queene. Page 10. 282 pope. Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Booh ii. Line 6. Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet. Line 69. But touch me, and no minister so sore ; Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song. Line 76. Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Line 110. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Line 127. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. 1 Satire ii. Booh ii. Line 159. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty. Satire vi. Booh ii. Line 220. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136. To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. Dialogue ii. Line 73. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. Epistle i. Booh i. Line 38. 1 Compare Pope, The Odyssey, Booh xv. Page 291. pope. 283 He 's armed without that 's innocent within. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94. Get place and wealth ; if possible, with grace ; If not, by any means get wealth and place. 1 Line 103. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame. 2 Booh ii. Line 26. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Line 111. Who says in verse what others say in prose. Line 202. Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line. The long majestic march, and energy divine. Line 267. E'en copious Dryden wanted, or forgot, The last and greatest art, the art to blot. Line 280. Who pants for glory finds but short repose ; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. 3 Line 300. There still remains, to mortify a wit. The many-headed monster of the pit. 4 Line 304. Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise. 5 Line 413. 1 See Jonson, Every Man in his Humour. Page ]49. 2 See Dryden, Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Page 221. 3 A breath, can make them as a breath has made. Goldsmith, The Deserted Village, Line 54. 4 Compare Sidney. Page 16. 5 This line is from a poem entitled To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court. Bell's Fugitive Poetry, Vol. iii. p. 118. The following epigram is from The Grove, London. 1721: — When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br — st's works, I stood resolved to praise; And had, but that the modest author cries, "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." On a Certain Line of Mr. Br , Author of a Copy of Verses called the British Beauties. 284 pope; Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us from ourselves away. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Booh ii. Line 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Line 85. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Line 168. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride ! They had no poet, and they died. Odes. Booh iv. Ode 9. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night : God said, ' Let Newton be ! ' and all was light. Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton. Ye Gods ! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy. Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Ch. 11. thou ! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver ! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easv-chair. The Dunciad. Booh i. Line 19. Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where, in nice balance, truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. Line 52. Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. Line 89. While pensive poets painful vigils keep. Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Line 93. Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole. Line 127. How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail. Line 279. pope. 285 And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. The D unclad. Booh ii. Line 34. Till Peter's keys some christened Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn. Booh Hi. Line 109. All crowd, who foremost shall be damned to fame. Line 158. Silence, ye wolves ! while Ralph to Cynthia howls. And makes night hideous ; 1 — answer him. ye owls. Line 165. And. proud his mistress' order to perform. Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm. 2 Line 263. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. 3 Booh ir. Line 90. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. Line 188. Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read : For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it. And write about it. goddess, and about it. Line 249. To happy convents bosomed deep in vines. Where slumber abbots, purple as their wines. Line 301. Led by my hand, he sauntered Europe round. And gathered every vice on Christian ground. Line 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined. Line 318. Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. Line 342. E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. Line 614. 1 Compare Shakespeare, Uamlet. Page 105. 2 This line is from Addison's Campaign, Line 292. 3 Compare Johnson. Page 315. 286 pope. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all. The Dunciad. Boole iv. Line 649. Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banished lover, or some captive maid. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sioh from Indus to the Pole. Line 57. o And truths divine came mended from that tongue. Line 66. Curse on all laws but those which love has made. Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Line 74. And love the offender, yet detest the offence. 1 Line 192. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot ! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Line 207. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight ; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight. 2 Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll ; Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Line 323. He best can paint them who shall feel them most. 3 Last line. 1 Compare Dry den, Cymon and Iphigenia. Page 226. 2 Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight. Edmund Smith, Phaidra and Hippolytus, Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Compare Addison, The Campaign. Page 251. pope. 287 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, Line 13. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Line 61. From old Belerium to the northern main. Line 316. Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call ; She comes unlooked for, if she comes at all. The Temple of Fame. Line 513. Unblemished let me live, or die unknown ; grant an honest fame, or grant me none ! Last line. 1 am his Highness' dog at Kew ; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you ? On the Collar of a Dog. There, take, (says Justice,) take ye each a shell ; We thrive at Westminster on fools like you ; J T was a fat oyster, — live in peace, — adieu. 1 Verbatim from Boileau. Father of all ! in every age, In every clime, adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1. Thou great First Cause, least understood. Stanza 2. And, binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. Stanza 3. And deal damnation round the land. Stanza 7. 1 "Tenez voila," dit-elle, "achaean nne ecaille, . Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais : Messieurs, l'huitre etoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix." Boileau, Epxtre ii. (a M. V Abbe des Roches). 288 pope. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. 1 The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10. Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Ode on Solitude. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die ; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Ibid. Vital spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, O quit this mortal frame ! The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister sjnrit, come away ! Ibid. Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? Ibid. Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave ! where is thy victory ? O death ! where is thy sting ? Ibid. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade ? 2 To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1. So perish all, whose breast ne'er learned to glow For others' good or melt at others' woe. 3 Line 45. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourned ! Line 51. 1 Compare Spenser, The Faerie Queene. Page 12. 2 Compare Ben Jonson. Llegy on Lady Pawlet. Page 148. 3 See Pope, The Odyssey ) Booh xviii. Page 292. pope. 289 And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show. To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57. How loved, how honoured once, avails thee not. To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee ; 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Line 71. Such were the notes thy once loved poet sung, Till death untimely stopped his tuneful tongue. Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide. Or gave his father grief but when he died. Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt. The saint sustained it, but the woman died. Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit a man, simplicity a child. 1 Epitaph on Gay. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws. What bosom beats not in his country's cause ? Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato. The mouse that always trusts to one jDOor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. 2 The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298. Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies. And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. Line 369. 1 Compare Dryden, Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Page 224. 2 I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to. TTif of Bath es Prologue . See also Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Page 162. 19 290 pope. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come ; Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home. 1 Epigram, Who dared to love their country, and be poor. On his Grotto at Twickenham. Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few. 2 Thoughts on Various Subjects. I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. Ibid. Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumbered, heavenly goddess, sing ! Iliad, Book i. Line 1. The distant Trojans never injured me. Line 2C0. Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod ; The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. Line 684. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. Book iii. Line 208. Ajax the great himself a host. Line 293. Plough the watery deep. Line 357. The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. Book iv. Line 196. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise ; Such men as live in these degenerate days. Book v. Line 371. 1 His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home. Cowper, Conversation, Line 303. 2 From Roscoe's edition of Pope, Vol. v. p. 376 ; originally printed in Motte's Miscellanies, 1727. In the edition of 1736, Pope says: "I must own that the prose part (the Thoughts on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734." pope. 291 Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground : 1 Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise. Iliad. Bool vi. Line 181. The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy. Line 467. Yet while rny Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee. Line 544. Who dares think one thing, and another tell. My heart detests him as the gates of hell. Bool: ix. Line 412. A generous friendship no cold medium knows. Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. Line 725. He serves me most who serves his country best. Booh x. Line 201. Without a sign his sword the brave man draws. And asks no omen but his country's cause. Bool: xii. Line 283. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. Odyssey. Bool: ii. Line 315. Far from gay cities and the ways of lnem Bool: xiv. Line 410. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme. Bool: xv. Line 79. True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest. Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest. 2 Line 83. Whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away. Bool xvii. Line 392. 1 As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow. — Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18. 2 Compare Pope, Satire ii. Bool: ii. Page 282. 292 POPE. — PHILIPS. — BOOTH. Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe. 1 Odyssey. Booh xviii. Line 279. Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed/ 2 Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727. This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew. 3 JOHN PHILIPS. 1676-1708. My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued, (what will not time subdue !) A horrid chasm disclosed. The Splendid Shilling. Line 121. BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. 4 Song. 1 See Pope, To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Page 288. 2 Which Pope calls the eighth beatitude. — Roscoe's edition of Pope, Vol. x. p. 184. 3 On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the Merchant of Venice. .... Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed. This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew. It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne. — Biog. Dram., Vol. i. Part ii. p. 469. 4 Compare Butler, Hudibras. Page 220. TICKELL. — GREEN. THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Just men, by whom impartial laws were given ; And saints who taught, and led the way to heaven. On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41. Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. Line 45. There taught us how to live ; and (oh ! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die. 1 Line 81. The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady, with a Present of Flowers. I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay ; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. - Colin and Lucy. MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737. Fling but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. Line 93. Thus I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale. Lbid. Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. Ibid. 1 Compare Porteus, Death. Page 347. I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live ; and I will show you in a very short time how to die. — Sandys, Anglorum Speculum, p. 903. He taught them how to live and how to die. Somerville, In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore. 294 GAY. JOHN GAY. 1688-1732. 'T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined. The Whatd' yecalVt. Act ii. Sc. 8. So comes a reckoning when the banqnet 's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. 1 Act ii. Sc. 9. 'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. The Beggar's Opera, Act i. Sc. 1. Over the hills and far away. 2 Ibid. If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears. Act ii. Sc. 1. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. Act ii. Sc, 2. Brother, brother, we are both in the wrong. Ibid. How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away. Ibid, The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged ; a terrible show ! Act Hi. Sc 2. All in the Downs the fleet was moored. Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. Ibid. 1 The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a " quart d'heure de Rabelais," that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hoar, when a man is uneasy or melan- choly. — Life of Rabelais, ed. Bohn, p. 13. 2 See Appendix, p. 646. GAY. 295 Remote from cities lived a swain, Unvexed with all the cares of gain ; His head was silvered o'er with age, And long experience made him sage. Fables. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? x Ibid. Where yet was ever found a mother Who 'd give her booby for another ? The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy. No author ever spared a brother. The Elephant and the Bookseller. Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view. The Painter who pleased JYobody and Everybody. Is there no hope ? the sick man said ; The silent doctor shook his head. The Sick Man and the Angel. While there is life there 's hope, he cried. 2 Ibid. Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose. The Mastiffs. And when a lady 's in the case, You know all other things give place. The Hare and many Friends. From wine what sudden friendship springs. The Squire and his Cur. Life is a jest, and all things show it ; I thought so once, but now I know it. My own Epitaph. 1 ' midnight oil, 1 a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others. 2 'EA.7r/8es iv (cooiciv, aveXiriffroi 5e dauovTes. Theocritus, Id. iv. 42. ^Egroto, dum anima est, spes est. — Cicero, Epist. ad Ait., ix. 10. 296 MONTAGU. — O'HARA. LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762. Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide, — In part she is to blame that has been tried : He comes too near that comes to be denied. 1 The Lady's Resolve. And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last. 2 The Lover. Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet ; In short, my deary ! kiss me, and be quiet. A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice. Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen. To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Booh ii. But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me. The Answer. KANE O'HARA. 1782. Pray, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue ; Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes ? Remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is strong. Midas. Act i. Sc. 4. 1 A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her marriage (1713). The last lines were taken from Overbury, The Wife. St. 36. 2 What say you to such a supper with such a woman ? Bvron, Note to Letter on Bowles. BYROM. 291 JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763. God bless the King. I mean the faith's defender ; God bless — no harm in blessing — the Pretender ; But who pretender is. or who is king. — God bless us all. — that ? s quite another thing. To an Officer of the Army, extempore. Take time enough : all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places. 1 Advice to Preach Slow. Some say, compared to Bononcini. That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny ; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold' a candle. 2 Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee. On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini .3 As clear as a whistle. Episth to Lloyd. Bone and Skin, two millers thin, TVould starve us all. or near it ; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it. Epigram on two Monopolists. Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow. Shook hands and went to 't. and the word it was bilbow. Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Xoble Science of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton. 1 Compare Walker. Page 234:. 2 See Appendix, p. 642. 3 "Xourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini. not knowing that they were mine."' — Byrom's Remains (Chetham Soc.), Vol, i. p. 173. The last Uxo lines have been attrib- uted to Swift and Pope. See Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope. 298 SE WELL. — CHESTERFIELD. DE. GEORGE SEWELL. 1726. TThen all the blandishments of life are gone. The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. The Suicide. From Martial, Booh xi. Fp. 56. EARL OE CHESTERFIELD. 1094-1773. Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well. Letter, March 10, 1746. I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow. 1 who used to say. Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves. Nov. 6. 1747. Sacrifice to the Graces. 2 March 9, 1748. Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value. July l, 1748. Style is the dress of thoughts. Nov. 24, 174U. Despatch is the soul of business. Feb. 5, 1750. Chapter of accidents. 3 Feb. 16, 1753. 1 W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the Reigns of King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third. 2 Literally from the Greek 0ue reus Xapun. Diog. Laert., Lib. iv. § 6, Xcnocrates. 3 See Burke, Notes for Speeches, ed. 1852, Vol. ii. p. 426. John Wilkes said that " the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book." — Southey, The Doctor, cxviii. CHESTERFIELD. — PULTEXE Y. — DYER. 299 I assisted at the birth of that most significant word '•flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world. The World. No. 101. Unlike my subject now shall be my song, It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long. Impromptu Lines. The dews of the evening most carefully shun, — Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. Advice to a Lady in Autumn. The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom. Character of Pulteney. WILLIAM PULTENEY. 1682-1764, For twelve honest men have decided the cause. "Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws. The Honest Jury. JOHN DYER. 1700-1758. A little rule, a little sway. A sunbeam in a winter's day. Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. Grongar Hill. Line 88. Ever charming, ever new. When will the landscape tire the view ? Line 102. Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dashed. Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon. The Ruins of Rome. Line 40. 300 BLAIR. — SAVAGE. ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747. The Grave, dread thing ! Men shiver when thou 'rt named : Nature, appalled, Shakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Part i. Line 9. The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. 1 Line 58. Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweetener of life ! and solder of society ! Line 88. Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance ! Line 109. The good he scorned Stalked off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return ; or, if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. 2 Part ii. Line 580. RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743. He lives to build, not boast, a generous race ; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. The Bastard. Line 7 May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damned to fame. 3 Character of Foster 1 Compare Dryden, Amphitryon. Page 231. 2 Compare Norris. Page 238. 3 Compare Pope, Essay on Man, Ep. iv. Line 281. THOMSON. 301 JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. Come, gentle Spring ! ethereal Mildness ! come. The Seasons. Spring. Line 1. Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. Line 283. But who can paint Like Nature ? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers ? Line 465. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. Line 996. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot. Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven ! Line 1158. The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews. Summer. Line 47. Falsely luxurious, will not man awake ? Line 67. But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east. Line 81. Ships, dim-discovered dropping from the clouds. Line 946. And Mecca saddens at the long delay. * Line 979. Sighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. Line 1285. 302 THOMSON. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Summer, Line 1346. Who stemmed the torrent of a downward age. Line 1516. Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. Autumn. Line 2. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorned, adorned the most. 1 Line 204. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty concealed. Line 229. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. Line 233. See, Winter < omes, to rule the varied year. Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Line 393. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead. Line 431. The kiss, snatched hasty from the sidelong maid. Line 625. These as they change, Almighty Father ! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Hymn. LJne 1. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. Line 25. From seeming evil still educing good. Line 114. 1 In naked beauty more adorned, More lovely, than Pandora. Milton, Paradise Lost, Book iv. Line 713. THOMSON. 303 Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise. Hymn. Line 118. A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye ; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, 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. The Castle of Indolence, Canto i. Stanza 6. fair undress, best dress ! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace. Stanza 26. Placed far amid the melancholy main. Stanza 30. Scoundrel maxim. Ibid. A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. Stanza 68. A little, round, fat, oily man of God. Stanza 69. 1 care not, Fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave. Canto ii. Stanza 3. Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise of health. Stanza 55. 304 THOMSON.— THEOBALD. — LOWTH. For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love ; And, when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part ? Song. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue Displays distinguished merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc 3. Sophonisba ! Sophonisba, O ! 1 Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2. When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of her land, And guardian angels sung the strain : Rule, Britannia ! Britannia rules the waves ! Britons never shall be slaves. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5. LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744. None but himself can be his parallel. 2 The Double Falsehood. ROBERT LOWTH. 1710-1787. Where passion leads or prudence points the way. Choice of Hercules, i. 1 The line was altered, after the second edition, to "0 Sophonisba! I am wholly thine." 2 Quaeris Alcidae parem ? Nemo est nisi ipse. — Seneca, Hercules Fur ens, i. 1. And but herself admits no parallel. Massinger, Duke of Milan, Act iv. Sc. 3. MACKLIN. — OLDYS. — DODSLE Y. — WESLEY. 305 CHARLES MACKLE* 1690-1797. The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket ; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it. Love a la Mode. Act ii. 8c. 1. WILLIAM OLDYS. 1696-1761. Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I. On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale. ROBERT DODSLEY. 1703-1764. One kind kiss before we part. Drop a tear, and bid adieu ; Though we sever, my fond heart Till we meet shall pant for you. The Parting Kiss. CHARLES WESLEY. 1708-1788. A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify ; A never dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky Christian Fidelity. 20 306 BKAMSTON. — BHODES. JAMES BRAMSTOX. 1744. What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand ? Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand ? Art of Politics. But Titus said, with his uncommon sense, When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense : ' I hear a lion in the lobby roar ; Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door And keep him there, or shall we let him in To try if we can turn him out again ? ' * Ibid. So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. Man of Taste. WILLIAM B. RHODES. Who dares this pair of boots displace Must meet Bombastes face to face. Bombastes Furioso. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar ; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar, And the first lion thought the last a bore. Ibid. 1 I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just ns wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out. — On the Exclusion Bill, January 7, 1681. DODDRIDGE. —FIELDING. 307 PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751. Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day ; Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies. Lord, in my views, let both united be ; I live in pleasure when I live to thee. Epigram on his Family Arms. 1 Awake, my soul ; stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754. All nature wears one universal grin. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1. Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day ; Let other hours be set apart for business. To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk ; And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. Act i. Sc. 2. When I 'm not thanked at all, I 'm thanked enough. I 've done my duty, and I Ve done no more. . Act i, Sc. 3. Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit. Ibid. To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes. Ibid. 1 Dum vivimus vivamus. — From Ortin's Life of Doddridge. 308 FIELDING. — ARMSTRONG. 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 clog smarts for what that dog has done. 1 Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 6. Much may be said on both sides. 2 The Covent Garden Tragedy. Sc. 8. O the roast beef of Old England ! And O the old English roast beef ! The Boast Beef of Old England. Amiable weakness. 3 Tom Jones. Booh x. Ch.S. The dignity of history. 4 Book xi. Ch. 2. JOHN ARMSTRONG. 1709-1779. Of right and wrong he taught Truths as refined as ever Athens heard ; And (strange to tell !) he practised what he preached. The Art of Preserving Health. Book iv. Line 301. 1 Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier — white ; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber — black. In conies the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber — red; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise, the combatants are lost. Christ. Smart, The Trip to Cambridge. Campbell's Specimens, Vol. vi. p. 185. ' 2 Compare Addison. Page 252. 8 Amiable weaknesses of human nature. — Gibbon, Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Ch. xiv. 4 See Bolingbroke, On the Study of History, Letter v., 1735; Horace Walpole, Advertisement to Letters to Sir Horace Mann, 1742; Macaulay, History of England, Vol. i. Ch. 1. WESLEY. — COTTON. 309 JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791. That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called A Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1792. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. " Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness." 1 Sermon xcii. On Dress. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam : The world has nothing to bestow ; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. The Fireside. Stanza 3. To be resigned when ills betide. Patient when favours are denied, And pleased with favours given, — Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part ; This is that incense of the heart Whose fragrance smells to heaven. Stanza 11. 1 Compare Bacon. Page 141. According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, Rabbi, this is found in the Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yah*, as follows: "The doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness ; carefulness into vigorousness ; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness into ab- stemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness into god' liness." Literally next to godliness. 310 COTTON. — FRANKLIN. Thus hand in hand through life we Tl go ; Its checkered paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we Tl tread. The Fireside. Stanza 13. Yet still we hug the dear deceit. Content. Vision iv. Hold the fleet an^el fast until he bless thee. 1 To- morrow. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. 1706-1790. They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety. 2 Historical Review of Pennsylvania. God helps them that help themselves. 3 Poor Richard. Dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. Ibid. Plough deep while sluggards sleep. Ibid. Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day. Ibid. Three removes are as bad as a fire. Ibid. 1 Quoted by Longfellow in Kavanagh. 2 This sentence was much used in the Revolutionary period. It occurs even so early as November, 1755, in an answer by the Assem- bly of Pennsylvania to the Governor, and forms the motto of Frank- lin's Historical Review. 1759, appearing' also in the body of the work. — Fro thing-ham's Rise of the Republic of the United States, p. 413. 3 Help thyself, and God will help thee. Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Aide toi et le Ciel t'aidera. — Fontaine, Bool vi. Fable 18. Heaven ne'er helps the men who will not act. Sophocles, Frag. 288, ed. Dindorf. FRANKLIN.— JOHNSON. 311 Vessels large may venture more. But little boats should keep near shore. Poor Richard, He lias paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. The Whistle. Nov., 1719. There never was a good war or a bad peace. 1 Letter to Quincy, Sejjt. 11. 1773. Here Skugg Lies snug, As a bug In a rug. From a Leittr to Miss Georgiana Shipley. SAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784. Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru. 2 Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 1. There mark what ills the scholar's life assail. — Toil. envy. want, the patron, and the jail. Line 150. He left the name at which the world grew pale. To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Line 221. Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe. Li : 257. An age that melts in unperceived decay. And glides in modest innocence away. Line 293. 1 It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before just war. — S. Butler. Sjieeches in the Rum}) Parliament. Butler's Remains. 2 All human race, from China to Peru. Pleasure. howe'eT disguised by art. pursue. Thomas TTarton (1723-1790), Universal Love of Pleasure. 312 JOHNSON. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 308. Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise ! From Marlborough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driveller and a show. Line 316. Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate ? Line 345. For patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ill. Line 362. Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. London. Line 166. This mournful truth is everywhere confessed, Slow rises worth by poverty depressed. Line 176. Each change of many-coloured life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagined new. Prologue on the Opening of Drury I^ane Theatre. And panting Time toiled after him in vain. Ibid. For we that live to please must please to live. Ibid. 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. An Ode. Officious, innocent, sincere ; Of every friendless name the friend. Verses on Robert Levet. Stanza 2, In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh 1 Where hopeless anguish poured his groan, And lonely want retired to die. Stanza 5. 1 Var. His ready help was always nigh. JOHNSON. 318 And sure the Eternal Master found His single talent well employed. Verses on Robert Levet. Stanza 7. Then with no throbs of fiery pain, 1 No cold gradations of decay. Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way. Stanza 9. That saw the manners in the face. Lines on the Death of Hogarth. Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love ; Rest here, distressed by poverty no more ; Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before ; Sleep, undisturbed, within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine ! Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician. A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn. 2 Epitaph on Goldsmith. How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. Lines added to Goldsmith' '& Traveller. 1 Var. Then with no fiery throbbing pain. 2 Qui nullum fere seribendi genus Xon tetigit. Nullum quod tetigit noil oruavit. He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon by the most splendid eloquence. — Chesterfield's Characters: Boliny- broke. II embellit tout ce qu'il touche. — Fe'nelon, Lettre sur les Occupa- tions de V Academic Erancaise. § iv. 314 JOHNSON. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend, Path, motive, guide, original, and encL 1 Rambler. No. 7. Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope, — who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow, — attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia. Rasselas. Ch. i. The endearing elegance of female friendship. Ch. xlvi. I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven. 2 From the Preface to his Dictionary. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things. 3 From Dr. Madden's Boultei^s Monument. Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745. Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison. Life of Addison. To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind, unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example. Life of Milton. 1 Translation of Boethius de Cons., iii. 9. 27. 2 The italics and the word "forget" would seem to imply that the saying was not his own. Sir William Jones gives a similar say- ing in India: "Words are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven. " 3 Words are women, deeds are men. — Herbert, Jacula Pruden- tum ; Sir Thomas Bodley, Letter to his Librarian, 1604. johxsox. 315 The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordi- nary commonwealth. Life of Milton. His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impov- erished the public stock of harmless pleasure. Life of Edmund Smith (alluding to the death of Garriek). That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona. Journey to the Western Islands: Inch Kenneth. What is twice read is commonly better remembered than what is transcribed. Idler. Xo. 74. Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation : but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it be- comes a torpedo to him. and benumbs all his faculties. BoswelPs Life of Johnson. An. 1743. "Wretched un-idea'd girls. An. 1752. This man (Chesterfield), I thought, had been a lord among wits ; but I find he is only a wit among lords. 1 An. 1754. 1 If he be not fellow with the best king, thon shalt find the be-t king of good fellows. — Shakespeare. King Henry V., Act v. Sc. 2. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. Pope, Dunciad, Bool: iv. Line 92. A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. Cowper, Conversation. Line 208. Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers. — Walter Scott, Life of Xapoleon. He (Steele) was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes. — Macaulay. Review of All in' s Lift of Addison. Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world. — Macaulay, Review of Life and Writings of Sir William Temple. Greswell (Memoirs of Poiitian. &c, p. 381) says that Sannaza- rius himself, inscribing to this lady (Cassandra Marehesia) an edition 316 JOHNSON. Sir, he (Bolingbroke) was a scoundrel and a coward : a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality ; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotchman to draw the trigger at his death. BoswelPs Life of Johnson. An. 1754. Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with uncon- cern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help ? An. 1755. Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drownedo An. 1759. The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England. An. 1763. Sir, your levellers wish to level down as far as them- selves ; but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. Ibid. 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. Ibid. Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well ; but you are sur- prised to find it done at all. Ibid. A very unclubable man. An. 1764. That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one. 1 An. 1770. of his Italian Poems, terms her " delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite beHissima." Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur. — Quin- tilian, x. 7. 21. 1 Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong. — Disraeli, Sybil, Book iv. Ch. 5. JOHNSON. 317 Much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young. Boswell's Life of Johnson. An. 1772. A man may write at any time if he will set himself doggedly to it. An. 1773. Let him go abroad to a distant country ; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he is known. Ibid. Was ever poet so trusted before ? An. 1774. A man will turn over half a library to make one book. An. 1775. Patriotism is the last refuse of a scoundrel. Ibid. Knowledge is of two kinds. We know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it. Ibid. Attack is the reaction ; I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds. Ibid. Hell is paved with good intentions. 1 Ibid. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. An. 1776. All this (wealth) excludes but one evil, — poverty. An. 1777. Claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; but he * who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. An. 1779. 1 St. Francis de Sales writes to Mad. de Chantal (1605): Do not be troubled by St. Bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills. — From Selection from the Spiritual Letters of Francis de Sales. Letter xii. Translated by the author of A Dominican Artist. 318 JOHNSON. The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice. 1 Boswell's Life of Johnson. An. 1781. Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world. Ibid. My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that character (as an author), he deserved to have his merits handsomely allowed. 2 Ibid. I never have sought the w^orld ; the world was not to seek me. 3 . An. 1783. I have always looked upon it as the worst condition of man's destiny, that persons are so often torn asunder just as they become happy in each other's society. Ibid. I have found you an argument, I am not obliged to find you an understanding. An. 1784. Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat. 4 Ibid. If the man who turnips cries Cry not when his father dies, 'T is a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 30. A good hater. Ibid. 39. Books that you may carry to the fire, and hold read- ily in your hand, are the most useful after all. Hawkins, 197. 1 I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. Edward Moore (1753), The Gamester, Act ii. Sc. 2. ' 2 Usually quoted as "when a nobleman writes a book, he ought to be encouraged." 3 I have not loved the world, nor the world me. Byron, Childe Harold, Canto iii. St. 113. 4 Parody on ""Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free." — From Brooke's Gustavus Vasa, first edition. JOHNSON.— PITT. 319 The atrocious crirae of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has, with such spirit and de- cency, charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to pal- liate nor deny, but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience. 1 Pitt's Reply to Walpole. Speech, March 0, 1741. WILLIAM PITT. EAEL OF CHATHAM. 1708-1778. Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. Speech, Jan. 14, 1760. A long train of these practices has at length unwill- ingly convinced me that there is something behind the Throne greater than the King himself.* 2 Chatham Correspondence. Speech, March 2, 1770. Where law ends, tyranny begins. Case of Wilkes. Speech, Jan. 9, 1770. Eeparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations. 3 Letter to the Earl of Shelburne, Sept. 29, 1770. 1 This is the composition of Johnson, founded, on some note or statement of the actual speech. Johnson said. " That speech I wrote in a garret, in Exeter Street."' See Boswell's Johnson, An. 1741. 2 Quoted by Lord Mahon, "greater than the Throne itself." — History of England. Vol. v. p. 258. 3 " Indemnity for the past and security for the future." is said to be Mr. Pitt's phrase. See De Quincey. Theol. Essays, Vol. ii. p. 170, and Russell's Memoir of Fox, Vol. iii. p. 345, Letter to the Ron. T. Maitland. 320 PITT. — TO WNLE Y. — DYER. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms, never — never — never. Speech, Nov. 18, 1777. The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail ; its roof may shake ; the wind may blow through it ; the storms may enter, the rain may enter, — but the King of England cannot enter ! all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement. 1 Speech on the Excise Bill. We have a Calvinistic creed, a Popish liturgy, and an Arminian clergy. From Prior's Life of Burke, 1790. JAMES TOWNLEY. 1715-1778. Kitty. Shikspur ? Shikspur ? Who wrote it ? No, I never read Shikspur. Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1. From humble Port to imperial Tokay. ibid. DYER. And he that will this health deny, Down among the dead men let him lie. Published in the early part of the reign of George I. 4 1 From Brougham's Statesmen of George III,, First Series, p. 41. LYTTELTOX. — GRAVES. 321 LORD LYTTELTOX. 1709-1773. For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre Xone but the noblest passions to inspire, Xot one immoral, one corrupted thought. One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus. Women, like princes, find few real Meads. Advice to a Lady. What is your sex's earliest, latest care. Your heart's supreme ambition ? To be fair. Ibid. The lover in the husband may be lost. Ibid. How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode. Xone without hope e'er loved the brightest fair. But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. Where none admire, 't is useless to excel ; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle. Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. Alas ! by some degree of woe We everv bliss must gain ; The heart can ne'er a transport know That never feels a pain. Song. RICHARD GRAVES. 1715-1804 Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed; How hard their lot who neither won nor lost. An Incident in High Life. (Appendix of Original Pieces.) From the Festoon. London, 1767. 21 322 STERNE. LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768. Go, poor devil, get thee gone ; why should I hurt thee ? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Tristram Shandy. (Orig. ed.) Vol. ii. Ch. xii. " Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my uncle Toby, "but nothing to this." Vol. iii. Ch. xi. Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting ! Vol. iii. Ch. xii. The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chan- cery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in ; and the recording angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever. 1 Vol. vi. Ch. viii. " They order," said I, " this matter better in France." Sentimental Journey. Page\. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beer- sheba, and cry, 'T is all barren. In the Street. Calais. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb. 2 Maria. " Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, " still thou art a bitter draught." The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. The sad vicissitude of things. 3 Sermon xvi. 1 But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Campbell, Pleasures of Hope, ii. Line 357. 2 Dieu mesure le froid a la brebis tondue. Henri Estienne (1594), Pi-emices, etc., p. 47. Compare Herbert, Jacula Prudentum. Page 161. 8 Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. R. Gifford, Contemplation. MOORE. — GEE VILLE. 323 EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757. Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But 'instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessened yours ? The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix. The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals ; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws What e'er the Grecian Venus was. The Spider and the Bee. Fable x. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound. Ibid. Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The Happy Marriage. I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice. 1 The Gamester. Act ii. Sc, 2. 'T is now the summer of your youth : time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. Act iii. Sc. 4. MRS. GREYILLE. 2 Nor peace nor ease the heart can know, Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe. But, turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference. 1 Compare Johnson. Page 318. 2 The pretty Fanny Macartney. — Walpole's Memoirs. 324 SHENSTONE. — HO WAED. WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763. 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. 1 Written on a Window of an Inn. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Part i. I have found out a gift for my fair ; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. Part ii. Hope. For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield. The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6. Pun-provoking thyme. Stanza 11. A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo. Stanza 28. DR. SAMUEL HOWARD. 1782. Gentle shepherd, tell me where. Song. 1 There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. — John- son, Boswell's Life , 1766. Archbishop Leighton often said, that, if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn. — Works, Vol. i. p. 76. GRAY. 325 THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1. Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow. Stanza 2, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. Stanza 4. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast. Stanza 5. Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play ; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. Stanza 6. Ah, tell them they are men ! Ibid. And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. Stanza 8. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemned alike to groan, — The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah ! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, 326 GRAY. And happiness too swiftly flies ? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more ; — where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. 1 ' On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10. Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and torturing hour The bad affright, afflict the best ! Hymn to Adversity. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3. Glance their many-twinkling feet. I. 3, Line 11. O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love. Line 16. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and generous shame, The unconquerable mind, and freedom's holy flame. 2 II. 2, Line 10. Ope the sacred source of svmpathetic tears. III. 1, Line 12. He passed the flaming bounds of place and time : The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw ; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. III. 2, Line 4. Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. 3 III. 3, Line 2. 1 Compare Prior, To the Hon. Charles Montague. Page 241. He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow. — Eccl. i. 18. 2 Unconquerable mind. — Wordsworth, To Toussaint L' Ouverture. 8 Compare Cowley, The Prophet. Page 174. GRAY. 327 Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far, — but far above the Great. The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16. Ruin seize thee, ruthless King ! Confusion on thy banners wait ! Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air. 1 I. 2, Line 5. To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. Line 14. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes ; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2 I. 3, Line 12. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough 3 The characters of hell to trace. II. 1, Line 1. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey. II. 2, Line 9. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed. Line 11. 1 Compare Cowley, Davideis. Page 174. The imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. Milton, Paradise Lost, Book i. Line 536. 2 Compare Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act ii. Sc. 1. Page 85. Also Otway, Venice Preserved, Act v. Sc. 1. Page 237. 3 Compare Dryden, Don Sebastian, Act i. Sc. 1. Page 231. 328 GRAY. Visions of glory, spare my aching sight ! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul ! The Bard. III. 1, Line 11. And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. III. 3, Line 3. Comus, and his midnight crew. Ode for Music. Line 2. While bright-eyed Science watches round. Line II. The still small voice of gratitude. Line 64. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, 1 The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Stanza 4. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn. Stanza 5. Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Stanza 8. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Stanza 9. Where through the lon^-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Stanza 10. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death ? Stanza 11. 1 The first edition reads, — The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea. GRAY. 329 Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed. Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page. Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; : Chill penury repressed their noble rage. And froze the genial current of the soul. Stanza 13. Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark untathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. And waste its sweetness on the desert air. 2 Stanza 14. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast. The little tyrant of his fields withstood. Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest. Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Stanza 15. The applause of listening senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despite. To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land. And read their history in a nation's eyes. Stanza 1G. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Stanza 17. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife. Their sober wishes never learned to .-tray : Along the cool sequestered vale of life. They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. 3 Stanza 19. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Stanza 20. 1 Compare Sir Thomas Browne. Rdig. Med. Page 177. 2 Compare Young, Love of Fame, Satire v. Line 228. Page 266. Xor waste their sweetness in the desert air. Churchill, Gotham, Booh ii. Line 20. 3 Usually quoted ; ' even tenor of their way." 330 GRAY. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind ? Stanza 22. E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. 1 Stanza 23. Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. Stanza 25. One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. Stanza 28. 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. 2 The Epitaph. Large 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 ('t was all he wished) a friend. Ibid. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, ' (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. Ibid. Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened air. The Fatal Sisters. Line 3. 1 Compare Chaucer, The Reves Prologue. Page 3. 2 But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him for his own. — Walton, Life of Donne. GRAY. 331 And weep the more, because I weep in vain. Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West. The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45. The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise. Line 53. And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose. Line 87. From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night ; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health. Line 93. The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Education and Government. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And Gospel-light first dawned from Bullen's eyes. 1 Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. A Long Story. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune ; He had not the method of making a fortune. On Ms own Character. A favorite has no friend. On the Death of a Favorite Cat. Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahome- tans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Mari- vaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series. 1 This was intended to be introduced in the Alliance of Educa- tion and Government. — Mason's edition of Gray, Vol. iii. p. 114, 332 GARRICK. — MERRICK. DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779. Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. Prologue to the Gamesters. Their cause I plead, — plead it in heart and mind ; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind. 1 Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. Prologues like compliments are loss of time ; 'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme. Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose course is run. 2 On the Death of Mr. Pelham. This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. Jupiter and Mercury. Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men. 3 Hearts of Oak. JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769. Not what we wish, but what we want. Hymn. Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. The Chameleon. 1 I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling. — Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy : Democritus to the Reader. Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco. Virgil, ^Eneid, Lib. i. 630. 2 Pompey .... bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun. — Dryden ' s Plutarch, Clough's ed., iv. 66, Life of Pompey. 3 Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. — S. J. Arnold, Death of Nelson. BROWN. — GIBBONS. — BLACKSTONE. 333 JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766. Now let us thank the Eternal Power : convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, — That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3. And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr, Pope. 1 THOMAS 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, creation's blank. When Jesus dwelt. SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780. The royal navy of England hath ever been its great- est defence and ornament ; it is its ancient and natural strength, — the floating bulwark of our island. Commentaries. Vol. i. Booh i. Ch. xiii. § 418. Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. Ch. xviii. § 472. 1 Anderson's British Poets, Vol. x. p. 879. See note in Contem- porary Review, September, 1867, p. 4. 334 AKENSIDE. — WALPOLE. MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Boole iii. Line 567. Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. Epistle to Curio. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. The Virtuoso, Stanza x. HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater. Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. The world is a coinedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. Ibid., 1770. A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch. 1 Ibid., 1774. The whole nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it. 2 Ibid., 1778. 1 A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. — Anon. 2 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding. — Sydney Smith, Lady Holland's Memoir, Vol. i. p. 15. HURD.— FORD YCE. — HOME. 335 RICHARD HURD. 1720-1808. In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested. Sermons. Vol. ii. p. 287. JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796. Henceforth the majesty of God revere ; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear. 1 Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing. JOHN HOME. 1724-1808. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords. Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. My name is Norval ; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks ; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. Act ii. Sc. 1. Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Act v. Sc. 1. 1 Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte. Racine (1639-1699), Athalie, Act i. Sc. 1. From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear. W. Smyth, Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge. 336 COLLINS. WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blessed ! Ode in 1746. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there. Ibid. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. The Passions. Line 1. Filled with fury, rapt, inspired. Line 10. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Line 28. In notes by distance made more sweet. Line 60. In hollow murmurs died away. Line 68. O Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid ! Line 95. Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; J T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Eclogue 1. Line 5. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir Thomas Hanmer on his Edition of Shakespeare. In yonder grave a Druid lies. Ode on the Death of Thomson. STEVENS. — FOOTE. — SMOLLETT. 837 GEORGE A. STEVENS. 1720-1784. Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer ! List, ye landsmen, all to me ; Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea. The Stow SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777. He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe ! The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1. TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ; Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Ode to Independence. Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love ! Roderick Random. Ch. xl. Facts are stubborn things. 1 Translation of Gil Bias. Book x. Ch. 1. 1 Facts are stubborn things. Elliot (1747), Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35. 22 338 GOLDSMITH. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. Or by the lazy Scheld, or wandering Po. The Traveller. Line 1. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee ; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Line 7. And learn the luxury of doing good. 1 Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. These little things are great to little man. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the w T orld is mine ! Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country, ever is at home. Line 73. Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. Line 91. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Line 126. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled ; The sports of children satisfy the child. Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. Line 185. 1 For all their luxury was doing good. Garth, Claremont, Line 149; Crabbe, Tales of the Hall, Book iii.; Graves, The Epicure. GOLDSMITH. 339 So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. The Traveller. Line 217. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze. And the gay grandsire. skilled in gestic lore. Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. Line 251. Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand. Where the broad ocean leans against the land. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye. I see the lords of humankind pass by. 1 Line 327. The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil. That those that think must govern those that toil. Line 372. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Line 386. Forced from their homes, a melancholy train. To traverse climes beyond the western main : Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around. And Niagara stuns with thundering sound. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. Line 423. Sweet Auburn ! loveliest village of the plain. The Deserted Village. Line 1. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade. For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. Line 29. 1 Lord of humankind. Dryden, The Spanish Friar, Act ii. Se. 1. 340 GOLDSMITH. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade, A breath can make them as a breath has made ; * But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied. The Deserted Village. Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 61. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease ! Line 99. While Resignation gently slopes away, — And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 110. The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won . Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings leaned to Virtue's side. Line 1G1. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Line 167. 1 C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle pent detruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). See Pope, Satires and Epistles of Horace, Booh ii. Ep. i. GOLDSMITH. 341 Truth froin his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. Tlit Deserted Village. Lin&179. Even children followed with endearing wile. And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 183. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form. Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm. Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 139. 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 he frowned : Yet was he kind. or. if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was hi fault. Line 199. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still ; TThile words of learned length and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. Line 211. 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. Line 2-27. To me more dear, congenial to my heart. One native charm, than all the gloss of art. Line 253. And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy. The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy. Line 263. 342 GOLDSMITH. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. The Deserted Village, Line 329. Through torrid tracks with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. Line 344. In all the silent manliness of grief. Line 384. O Luxury ! thou curst by Heaven's decree. Line 385. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 413. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Retaliation. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind : Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who, too deep for Iris 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. Line 31. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Line 46. A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Line 63. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Line 93. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 96. GOLDSMITH. 343 On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting \ "T was only that when he was oh' he was acting. Retaliation, line 101. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back. Line 107. Who peppered the highest was surest to please. Line 112. When they talked of their Raphaels. Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff. Line 14a Taught by that Power that pities me. I learn to pity them. Man wants but little here below. Not wants that little long. 1 And what is friend-hip but a name. A charm that lulls to sl« A shade that follows wealth or fame. And leave- the wretch to weep ? sa 19. The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin"- too. A kind and gentle heart he h To comfort friend- and foes ; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. Elt : the Death of a Mad Doc. And in that town a dog was found. A- many dogs there be. Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound. And cur- of low degree. Ibid. 1 Compare Young, Night Then jhts : W. Page 264. i 844 GOLDSMITH. The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. FAegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died. 1 Ibid. They would talk of nothing but high life, and high- lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses. Vicar of Wakefield. Ch. ix. 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 ? Ibid. On Woman, Ch. xxiv. The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die. Ibid. As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow ; But crushed, or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. 2 The Captivity. Acti. The wretch condemned with life to part, Still, still on hope relies ; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. Act ii. (orig. MS.) 1 While Fell was reposing himself in the hay, A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay; But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light, And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite. Lessing's Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram by Demodocus. 2 Compare Bacon, Of Adversity. Page 137. GOLDSMITH. 345* Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers the way ; And still, as darker grows the light, Emits a brighter ray. The Captivity. Act ii. (orig. MS.) Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, "Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize. 1 The king himself has followed her When she has walked before. Ibid. For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again. 2 The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147. 1 Written in imitation of Chanson sur le fameux La Palisse, which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye. On dit que dans ses amours II fut caresse des belles, Qui le suivirent toujours, Tant qu'il marcha devant elles. 2 He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day ; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. Ray's History of the Rebellion (Bristol, 1752), p. 48. That same man, that runnith awaie, Maie again tight an other dale. Erasmus, Apothegms (1542), translated by Udall. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that ? s slain. Butler, Hudibras, Part iii. Canto 3. Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus ilium magis Graecum versiculum secularis sentential sibi adhibent. Quifugiebat, rursus prodiabitur: ut et rursus forsitan fugiat. — Tertullian, De Fuga in Persecutions, c. 10. The corresponding Greek, 'Avrjp 6 cpsvyoov kcli iraXiv fxaxycreTai, / Sue 346 GOLDSMITH. U>^l! Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt ; 's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt. 1 The Haunch of Venison. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey. 2 The Good-Natured Man. Act i. Measures, not men, have always been my mark. 3 Act ii. The very pink of perfection. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. The genteel thing. Ibid. A concatenation accordingly. Ibid. I '11 be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. Ibid. I love everything that 's old : old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine. 4 ibid. Ask me no questions, and I '11 tell you no fibs. Act iii. One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title- page, another works away the body* of the book, and a third is a dab at an index. The Bee. No. i., Oct. 6, 1759. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them. 5 No. iii., Oct. 20, 1759. is ascribed to Menander. See Fragments (appended to Aristophanes in Didot's Bib. Grceca), p. 91. Qui f uit, pent revenir aussi ; Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi. — Scarron (1610-1GG0). Celuy qui fait de bonne heure Peut eombattre derechef. — From the Satyre Menippee (1594). 1 To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill bis snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back. — Tom Brown, Laconics. 2 Compare Rochefoucauld. Page 575. 3 Of this stamp is the cant of Not men, but measures. Burke, TJiour/hts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. 4 See Appendix, p. 630. 5 Compare Young. Page 266. MANNERS. — WOLFE. — PORTEUS. 347 LORD JOHN MANNERS. 1721-1770. Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility. England's Trust. Part iii. Line 227. JAMES WOLFE. 172(3-1759. There is such a choice of difficulties that I am my- self at a loss how to determine. Despatch to Pitt, Sept. 2, 1759. BEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808. In sober state. Through the sequestered vale of rural life, The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way. 1 Death. Line 108. One murder made a villain. Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. 2 Line 154. War its thousands slays. Peace its ten thousands. Line 178. Teach him how to live. And, still harder lesson ! how to die. 3 Line 316. 1 Compare Gray. Page 329. 2 Compare Young, Satire vii. Page 267. 3 Compare Tiekell, On the Death of Addison. Page 293. 348 BURKE. EDMUND BURKE. 1729-1797. The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their own. A Vindication of Natural Society. 1 Preface, Vol. i. p. 7. "War,", says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince " ; and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. " He ought," says this great political Doctor, " to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute, military plans." A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature. A Vindication of Natural Society. Vol. i. p. 15. There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation. Vol. i. p. 273. Illustrious predecessor. Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 456. When bad men combine, the good must associate ; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice, in a contemptible struggle. Vol. i. p. 526. Fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold and barren. Vol. ii. p. 116. A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood. Speech on Conciliation with America. Vol. ii. p. 117. 1 Boston ed. 1865-1867. BURKE. 349 A wise and salutary neglect. Speech on Conciliation with America. Vol. ii. p. 117. My vigour relents, — I pardon something to the spirit of liberty. Vol. ii. p. 118. The religion most prevalent in our northern colonies is a refinement on the principles of resistance : it is the dissidence of dissent, and the protestantism of the Protestant religion. Vol. ii. p. 123. I freely confess. Vol. ii. p. 132. The march of the human mind is slow. Vol. ii. p. U9. All government, indeed every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue and every prudent act, is founded on compromise and barter. Vol. ii. p. 169. The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue. Speech at Bristol on Declining the Poll. Vol. ii. p. 429. They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man. On the Army Estimates. Vol. iii. p. 221. You had that action and counteraction, which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe. 1 Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 277. 1 Quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors. Horace, Epist. i. 12, 19. Mr. Breen, in his Modern English Literature, says: "This remarkable thought, Alison, the historian, has turned to good ac- 350 BURKE. It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles ; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, — glittering like the morning-star, full of life, and splen- dour, and joy Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded. Reflections on the Revolution In France. Vol. iii. p. 331. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enter- prise, is gone. Ibid. That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. Vol. iii. p. 332. Vice itself lost half its evil, by losing all its gross- ness. Ibid. Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle. Vol. iii. p. 334. Learning will be cast into the mire, and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude. 1 Vol iii. p. 335. count; it occurs so often in his disquisitions, that he seems to have made it the staple of all wisdom and the basis of every truth." 1 This expression was tortured to mean that he actually thought the people no better than swine, and the phrase "the swinish multi- tude" was bruited about in every form of speech and writing, in order to excite popular indignation. BURKE. 351 Because half a dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak. chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field. — that, of course, they are many in number. — or that, after all. they are other than the little, shrivelled, meagre, hop- ping, though loud and troublesome insects of the hour. Refections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 344. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper. Vol. iii. p. 453. The cold neutrality of an impartial judge. Preface to Brissot's Address. Vol. v. p. 67. And having looked to government for bread, on the very first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that fed them. 1 Thoughts and Details on Scarcity. Vol. v. p. 156. All men that are ruined are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 286. All those instances to be found in history, whether real or fabulous, of a doubtful public spirit, at which morality is perplexed, reason is staggered, and from which affrighted Nature recoils, are their chosen and almost sole examples for the instruction of their youth. Vol. v. p. 311. Early and provident fear is the mother of safety. Speech on the Petition of the Unitarians. Vol. vii. p. 50. 1 We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds ns. Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 439. 352 BURKS. The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion. Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784. Wisdom of our ancestors. 1 Discussion on the Traitorous Correspondence Bill, 1793. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of Others. 2 The Sublime and Beautiful. I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tomb of the CapuletS. 3 Letter to Matthew Smith. It has all the contortions of the sibyl, without the inspiration. 4 From Prior's Life of Burled He was not merely a chip of the old block, but the old block itself. 6 On PiWs first Sj)eech, Feb. 26, 1781. From WraxalPs Memoirs, First Series, Vol. i. p. 342. 1 Lord Brougham says of Bacon, " He it was who first employed the well-known phrase of 'the wisdom of our ancestors.'" See Sydney Smith, Plymley's Letters, v. ; Lord Eldon on Sir Samuel Romillfs Bill, 1815; Cicero cle Legibus, ii. 2. 3. 2 Compare Rochefoucauld. Page 575. 3 Family vault of "all the Capulets." — Reflections on the Revo- lution in France, Vol. iii. p. 349. 4 When Croft's LAfe of Dr. Young was spoken of as a good imitation of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a good imitation of Johnson; it has all his pomp, without his force; it has all the nodosities of the oak, without its strength; it has all the contortions of the sibyl, without the inspiration." — Prior's Life of Burke. The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melan- choly madness of poetry, without the inspiration. — Junius, Letter No. viii., To Sir W. Draper. 5 At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, rinding nothing to add, or perhaps, as he thought, to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting- house, "I say ditto to Mr. Burke, I say ditto to Mr. Burke." — Prior's Life of Burke, p. 152. 6 See Appendix, p. 638. CHURCHILL. 353 CHARLES CHURCHILL. 1731-1764. He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone. The Bosciad. Line 322. But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel — must feel them- selves. 1 Line 961. Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse ; Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own. 2 The Apology. Line 233. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. Epistle to William Hogarth. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. 3 Gotham. Booh ii. Line 20. Apt alliteration's artful aid. The Prophecy of Famine. Line 233. There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders preyed on half-starved flies. Line 327. Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt, yet start at shame. The Author. Line 86. Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still. 4 The Farewell. Line 27. 1 Si vis me flere, dolendum est Prinium ipsi tibi. — Horace, Ars Poetica, v. 102. 2 Steal! to be sure they may, and, egad! serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, — disguise them to make 'em pass for their own. — Sheridan, The Critic, Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Compare Gray. Page 329. 4 England, with all thy faults I love thee still. Cowper, The Task, Book ii. Line 206. 23 354 BICKERSTAFF. — GIFFORD. ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. Circa 1735-1787. Hope ! thou nurse of young desire. Love in a Village, Act i. Sc. 1. There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee ; He worked and sung from morn till night : No lark more blithe than he. Act i. Sc. 2. And this the burthen of his song For ever used to be : — I care for nobody, no, not I, If no one cares for me. 1 Ibid. Young fellows will be young fellows. Act ii. Sc 2, Ay, do despise me. I 'm the prouder for it ; I like to be despised. The Hypocrite. Act v. Sc. 1. RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound, She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around, 2 Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. 3 Contemplation. 1 If naebody care for me, I '11 care for naebocly, — Burns, I hae a Wife o y my Ain- 2 All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around. Altered by Johnson. 3 Compare Sterne. Page 322. GIBBON. 355 EDWARD GIBBON. 1737-1794. History, which is, indeed, little more than the regis- ter of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind. 1 Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire (1776). Ch. iii. Revenge is profitable, gratitude is expensive. Ch. xi. Amiable weaknesses of human nature. 2 Ch. xiv. In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute. 3 Ch. xlviii. Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery. a.xiix. The winds and waves are always on the side of the ablest navigators. Ch. lxviii. Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave. CA.lxxi. All that is human must retrograde if it do not ad- vance. Ibid. On the approach of spring, I withdraw without re- luctance from the noisy and extensive scene of crowds without company, and dissipation without pleasure. Memoir. Vol. i. p. 116. I was never less alone than when by myself. 4 Vol. i. p. 117. 1 L'histoire n'est que le tableau des crime? et des malheurs. Voltaire, L'Ingenu (1767), Ch, x. 2 Compare Fielding. Page 308. 3 Compare Clarendon. Page 168. 4 Never less alone than when alone. — Kogers, Human Life. 356 cowper. WILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800. Is base in kind, and born to be a slave. Table Talk. Line 28. As if the world and they were hand and glove. Line 173. Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose. Line 246. No. Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. Line 260. Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appeared, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard : To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, asked ages more. Line 556. Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy. Line 588. Low ambition and the thirst of praise. Line 591. Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower ; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads. Line 690. How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home. The Progress of Error. Line 415. Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew. Truth. Line 327. The sounding jargon of the schools. 1 Line 367 1 Compare Prior. Page 241. COWPER. 357 A fool must now and then be right by chance. Conversation. Line 96. He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose npon his face his own. Line 121. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can Line 193. Pernicious weed ! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys, Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours. Line 251. I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that 's all perfume. Line 283. The solemn fop ; significant and budge ; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge. 1 Line 299. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock it never is at home. 2 Line 203. Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. 3 Line 357. That good diffused may more abundant grow. Line 443. Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed. Retirement, Line 623. An idler is a watch that wants both hands, As useless if it goes as if it stands. Line 683. Built God a church, and laughed his word to scorn. Line 688. 1 Compare Johnson. Page 315. 2 Compare Pope, Epigram. Page 290. 3 Compare Butler, Hudibras, Part ii. Canto i. Page 218. The story of the lamp which was supposed to have burned about 1,550 years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others. 358 COWPER. Philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark, To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark. Retirement. Line 691. I praise the Frenchman, 1 his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude ! Bat grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, solitude is sweet. Line 739. A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine. The Yearly Distress. I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute. Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. O Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Ibid. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard, Ne'er sighed at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeared. Ibid. How fleet is a glance of the mind ! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. Ibid. There goes the parson, O illustrious spark ! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. On observing some Names of Little Note. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast ; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. Human Frailty. 1 La Bray ere. cowper. 359 And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile. The Rose. 'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. A Fable. Moral. I shall not ask Jean Jaques Rousseau If birds confabulate or no. Pairing Time Anticipated. Misses ! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry, — Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry. Ibid. That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. History of John Gilpin. A hat not much the worse for wear. Ibid. Now let us sing, Long live the king, And Gilpin long live he ; And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see ! ■ Ibid. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. United yet divided, twain at once. So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne. 1 The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Line 181. The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. Line 506. 1 Two Kings of Brentford, from Buckingham's play of The Re- hearsal. 360 COWPER. His head, Not yet by time completely silvered o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpaired. The Task. Booh i. The Sofa. Line 702. God made the country, and man made the town. 1 Line 749. for a lodge in some vast wilderness, 2 Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 1. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else, Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. Line 17. 1 would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earned. Line 29. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country and their shackles fall. 3 Line 40. Fast-anchored isle. Line 151. England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country ! 4 Line 206. 1 Compare Bacon, Essays, Of Gardens. Page 138. 2 Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men! — Jeremiah ix. 2. 3 Servi peregrin i, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt. — Bodinus, Liber i. c. 5. 4 Compare Churchill, The Farewell. Page 357. COWPER. 361 Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause. The Task. BooJc ii. The Timepiece. Line 231. Praise enough To fill the ambition of a priyate man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue. Line 235. There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. 1 Line 285. Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts. Line 363. Reading what they never wrote. Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene. Line 411. Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not. Line 444. Variety 's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour. Line 606. She that asks Her dear fixe hundred friends. Line 642. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall ! Booh iii. The Garden. Line 41. Great contest follows, and much learned dust. Line 161. From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up. Line 188. How various his employments whom the world Calls idle, and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too ! Line 352. 1 Compare Dry den, S2)anish Friar. Page 230. 362 cowper. Who loves a garden, loves a greenhouse too. The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 566. I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, 1 That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. Book iv. Winter Evening. Line 34. Which not even critics criticise. Line 51. And Katerfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world, — to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. Line 86. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. Line 118. O Winter, ruler of the inverted year. Line 120. With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves. Line 217. Gloriously drunk, obey the important call. LJne 510. Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. Line 516. The Frenchman's darling. 2 Line 785. 1 Compare Bishop Berkeley, Siris. Page 260. 2 It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the migno- nette. COWPER. 363 Silently as a dream the fabric rose. Xo sound of hammer or of saw was there. 1 The Task. Book v. Winter Morning Walk. Line 144. Bur war 's a game which, were their subjects wise. Kings would not play at. Line 187. The beggarly last doit. Line 316. As dreadful as the Manichean god. Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. Line 444. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. Line 733. With filial confidence inspired. Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all ! Line lib. Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor ; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away. Line 905. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds, And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased TTith melting airs or martial, bri^k or grave ; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us. and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear Id cadence sweet ! Book vi. Winter Walk at Xoon. Line 1. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. Line 85. 1 Xo hammers fell, no ponderous axes runa' : Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Heber, Palestine. So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron, heard in the house, while it was in building. — 1 Kings vi. 7. 364 COWTER. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Books are not seldom talismans and spells. The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 98. Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwinked. Line 101. I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. Line 560. An honest man, close-buttoned to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. Epistle to Joseph Hill. Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a lustre, he that runs may read. 1 Tirocinium. Line 79. What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Walking with God. And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. Exhortation to Prayer. God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the Storm. Light Shining out of Darkness. Behind a frowming providence He hides a shining face. Ibid. Beware of desperate steps. The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have passed away. The Needless Alarm. Moral. 1 Compare Habakkuk ii. 2. Page 000. COWPER. 365 O that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture. The son of parents passed into the skies. Ibid. The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back, 1 His sense of your great merit, 2 Is such a friend, that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it. On Friendship. A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of asje. Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality . Toll for the brave ! The brave that are no more ! All sunk beneath the wave, - Fast by their native shore ! On the Loss of the Royal George. He sees that this great roundabout, The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says — what says he ? — Caw. The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.) For 't is a truth well known to most. That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light. In every cranny but the right. The Retired Cat. 1 And friend received with thumps upon the back. Young, Universal Passion. 2 Var. How he esteems your merit. 366 CO WPER.— BEATTIE. He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. Translation of Horace. Booh ii. Ode x. But strive still to be a man before your mother. 1 Connoisseur. Motto of No. Hi. JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803. Ah ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ? The Minstrel. Booh i. Stanza 1. Zealous, yet modest ; innocent, though free ; Patient of toil ; serene amidst alarms ; Inflexible in faith ; invincible in arms. Stanza 2. Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. Stanza 25. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down ; Where a green grassy turf is all I crave, With here and there a violet bestrewn, Fast by a brook or fountain's murmuring wave ; And many an evening sun shine sweetly on my grave ! Booh ii. Stanza 17. At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, And mortals the sweets of forgetful ness prove, When naught but the torrent is heard on the hill, And naught but the nightingale's song in the grove. The Hermit. He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man. Ibid, 1 Compare Beaumont and Fletcher, Love's Cure. Page 153. BEATTIE. — MICKLE. — MURPHY. 367 But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave ? The Hermit. By the glare of false science betrayed, That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind. Ibid. And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb. Ibid. W. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788. The dews of summer nights did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, 1 Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby. Cumnor Hall. For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a' ; There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'. The Mariner's Wife? His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs. Ibid. ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805. Thus far we run before the wind. The Appr entice. Act v. Sc. 1. Above the \ algar flight of common souls. Zenobia. Act v. 1 Now Cynthia named, fair regent of the night. Gay (1688-1732), Trivia, Booh iii. And hail their queen, fair regent of the night. Darwin, The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto ii. Line 90. 2 The Mariners Wife is now given "by common consent," says Sarali Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765). 368 WASHINGTON. — ADAMS. — DICKINSON. GEORGE WASHINGTON. 1732-1799. To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace. 1 Speech to both Houses of Congress, January 8, 1790. JOHN ADAMS. 1735-1826. The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the day of deliverance, by sol- emn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward for evermore. Letter to Mrs. Adams. July 3, 1776. JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808. Then join in hand, brave Americans all ; By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. The Liberty Song (1768). 1 Qui desiderat pacem prrcparet bellum. Vegetius. Ret Mil. 3. Prolog. In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello. Horace, Booh ii. Sat. ii. JEFFERSON. 369 THOMAS JEFFERSON. 1743-1826. The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time. Summary View of the Rights of British America. When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation. D t r ' In dep endence. TTe hold these truths to be self-evident : that all men are created equal ; that they are endowed by their Creator with unalienable rights ; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 1 Ibid. TTe mutually pledge to each other our lives, our for- tunes, and our sacred honour. Ibid. Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it. Inaugural Address. Equal and exact justice to all men. of whatever state or persuasion, religious or political ; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations, — entangling alliances with none ; the support of the State govern- ments in all their rights, as the most competent admin- istrations for our domestic concerns, and the surest 1 All men are born free and equal, and have certain natural, es- sential, and unalienable rights. — Constitution of Massachusetts. •24 370 JEFFERSON. — PAINE. bulwarks against anti-republican tendencies ; the pres- ervation of the general government in its whole con- stitutional vigour, as the sheet anchor of our peace at home and safety abroad ; . . . . freedom of religion ; freedom of the press ; freedom of person under the protection of habeas corpus ; and trial by juries impar- tially selected, — these principles form the bright con- stellation which has gone before us, and guided our steps through an age of revolution and reformation. Inaugural Address. If a due participation of office is a matter of right, how are vacancies to be obtained? Those by death are few ; by resignation, none. 1 Letter to a Committee of the Merchants of New Haven, 1801. THOMAS PAINE. 1737-1809. And the final event to himself (Mr. Burke) has been, that, as he rose like a rocket, he fell like the .stick. Letter to the Addressers. These are the times that try men's souls. The American Crisis. No. 1. The sublime and the ridiculous are often so nearly related, that it is difficult to class them separately. One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again. 2 Age of Reason. Part ii. adftn. note. 1 Usually quoted, "Few die, and none resign." 2 Probably the original of Napoleon's celebrated mot, u Du sub- lime au ridicule il n'y a qu'un pas." HENRY. — TOPLAD Y. — THRALE. 371 PATRICK HENRY. 1736-1799. Caesar had his Brutus, — Charles the First, his Crom- well, — and George the Third — (" Treason ! " cried the Speaker) — may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it. Speech, 1765. Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Al- mighty God ! I know not w^hat course others may take ; but, as for me, give me liberty, or give me death ! Speech, March, 1775. A. M. TOPLADY. 1740-1778. Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee. Salvation through Christ. Love divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down. Divine Love. MRS. THRALE. 1739-1821. The tree of deepest root is found Least willing still to quit the ground ; 'T was therefore said, by ancient sages, That love of life increased with years So much, that in our latter stages, When pains grow sharp, and sickness rages, The greatest love of life appears. Three Waml 372 LANGriORNE. — DARWIN. JOHN LANGHORNE. 1735-1779. Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain. Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain ; Bent o ? er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew ; The big drops, mingling with the milk he drew, Gave the sad presage of his future years, The child of misery, baptized in tears. 3 The Country Justice. Part i. ERASMUS DARWIN. 1731-1802. Soon shall thy arm, uneonquered steam ! afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car ; Or on wide waving wings expanded bear The flying chariot through the field of air. The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289. No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem, that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars, which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for other's woes. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 459. 1 This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow, on the field of battle, was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found. — Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature, Vol. ii. p. 10. joxes. 373 SIR WILLIAM JONES. 174' -1794. Than all Boeara's vaunted gold. Than all the gems oi Saniareand. APi rfHafiz. Go boldly forth, my simple lay. Whose accents flow with artless ease. Like orient pearls at random strung. 1 Ibid. On parent knees, a naked new-born child. Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live. that, sinking in thy last long sleep. Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep. From the Pe i What constitutes a state ? Men who their duties know. But know their right-, and. knowing, dare maintain. And sovereign law. that state's collected will. O'er thrones and globes elate. Sit- empress, crowning good, repressing ill. 2 Seven hour- to law, to soothing slumber seven. Ten to the world allot, and ail to heaven. 3 1 'T was he that ran ged the words at random flung. Pierced the fair pearls and them together stnu _ Eastwiek's A Sul ".'.. Translated from Firdousi. - Neither walls, theatres, y rches, • ass equipas . make s, but men who are able to rely upon themselves. — Arisl ed. Jebb, Vol. i.. translated by Arthur TV. Austin. By Themistocles alone, orwithvei this saying appear to be approved, which, though Aleaius formerly had produced. many : aimed: "Not stones, aor wood, nor the art of artisans, make a state; but where men are who know how tc take re cities and walls. " ! — 11 id. T'_\. ::. ; See lines quote! by Sir Edward Coke. Page 1 '. . 374 HOLCROFT. — BARBAULD. THOMAS HOLCROFT. 1745-1809. Ho ! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey ? And why does thy nose look so blue? Gaffer Grey. MRS. BARBAULD. 1743-1825. Man is the nobler growth our realms supply, And souls are ripened in our northern sky. The Invitation. This dead of midnight is the noon of thought, And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars. A Summer's Evening Meditation. It is to hope, though hope were lost. 1 Come Here, Fond Youth. Life ! we 've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'T is hard to part when friends are dear ; Perhaps 't will cost a sigh, a tear ; Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not " Good night," but in some brighter clime Bid me " Good morning. 5 ' Life. So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore. The Death of the Virtuous, 1 Who against hope believed in hope. — Romans iv. 18. WOLCOT. — STOWELL. — O'KEEFE. 375 " JOHX WOLCOT. 1 1738-1819. What rage for fame attends both great and small ! Better be d — cl than mentioned not at all. To the Royal Academicians. Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt, And every grin, so merry, draws one out. Expostulatory Odes. Ode xv. A fellow in a market town, Most musical, cried razors up and down. Farewell Odes. Ode iii. LORD STOWELL. 1745-1836. A ji nner lubricates business. Boswell's Johnson. Vol. viii. p. 67, note. The elegant simplicity of the three per cents. Campbell's Chancellors. Vol. x. Ch. 212, JOHX O'KEEFE. 1747-1833. A glass is good, and a lass is good, And a pipe to smoke in cold weather ; The world is good, and the people are good, And we 're all good fellows together. Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1. 1 "Peter Pindar." In a note to The Royal Town an epigram is quoted, ending', W *T was a lucky escape for the stone," referring to a stone being flung at George III., and narrowly missing his head. 376 PALEY. — WROTHER. — MORE. WILLIAM PALEY. 1743-1805. Who can refute a sneer ? Moral Philosophy. Vol. ii. Booh v. Ch. 9. MISS WROTHER. Hope tells a flattering tale, 1 Delusive, vain, and hollow, Ah ! let not Hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow. From The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 8G. HANNAH MORE. 1745-1833, To those who know thee not, no words can paint ! And those who know thee know all words are faint ! Sensibility. Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs. Ibid. In men this blunder still you find, All think their little set mankind. Florio. Part i. Small habits well pursued betimes May reach the dignity of crimes. Ibid. 1 Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah ! naught my sighs avail, For Love is doomed to mourn. Anon. Air by Giovanni Paisiello (1741-1816). Univ. Songster, "Vol. i. p. 320. QUINCY. — LOGAN. — MOSS. 377 JOSIAH QUINCY. 1744-1775. Blandishraeiits will not fascinate us. nor will threats of a "halter" intimidate. For. under God, we are de- termined that, wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die free- men. Observations on the Boston Port Bill. 1774. JOHN LOGAX. 1748-1788. Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year. To the Cuckoo. O, could I fly, I VI fly with thee ! TVe 'd make with joyful wing Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring. Ibid. THOMAS MOSS. Circa 1740-1808. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man. Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door. Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store. The Beggar. A pampered menial drove me from the door. 1 Ibid. 1 This line stood originally, "A livery servant," etc.. and altered as above by Goldsmith. — Foster's Life of Goldsmith. Vol. i. p. 215, fifth edition, 1871. 378 SHERIDAN. RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN. 1751-1816. A progeny of learning. The Rivals. Act i. Sc. 2. He is the very pine-apple of politeness ! Act Hi, Sc. 3. If I reprehend any thing in this world, it is the use of my oracular tongue, and a nice derangement of epitaphs ! Ibid. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Ibid. Too civil by half. Act iii. Sc. 4. Our ancestors are very good kind of folks ; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with. Act iv. Sc. 1. No caparisons, miss, if you please. Caparisons don't become a young woman. Act iv. Sc. 2. We will not anticipate the past ; so mind, young people, — our retrospection will be all to the future. Ibid. You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you? Ibid. The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands ; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it. Act iv. Sc. 3. My valour is certainly going ! it is sneaking off ! I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palm of my hands ! Act v. Sc 3. I own the soft impeachment. Ibid. SHERIDAN. 379 Steal ! to be sure they may, and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, — disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own. 1 The Critic. Act i. Sc. 1. The newspapers ! — Sir, they are the most villanous — licentious — abominable — infernal — Not that I ever read them. No, I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper. Act i. Sc. 2. Egad ! I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two ! Ibid. Sheer necessity, — the proper parent of an art so nearly allied to invention. Ibid. No scandal about Queen Elizabeth, I hope ? Act ii. Sc. 1. Certainly nothing is unnatural, that is not physically impossible. Ibid. Where they do agree on the stage, their unanimity is wonderful. Act ii. Sc. 2. Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne. Ibid. The Spanish fleet thou canst not see, — because — It is not yet in sight ! Ibid. An oyster may be crossed in love. Act iii. Sc. 1. You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin. School for Scandal. Act i. Sc. 1. Here is the whole set ! a character dead at every word. Act ii. Sc. 2. I leave my character behind me. Ibid. Here 's to the maiden of bashful fifteen ; Here 's to the widow of fifty ; 1 Compare Churchill, The Apology. Page 353. 380 SHERIDAN. 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 '11 warrant she '11 prove an excuse for the glass. School for Scandal. Act iii. Sc. 3. An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance. Act v. Sc. 1. It was an amiable weakness. 1 Ibid. I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me ; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip. The Duenna. Act i. Sc 2. Had I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you. Act i. Sc. 5. Conscience has no more to do with gallantry than it has with politics. Act ii. Sc. 4. Such protection as vultures give to lambs. Plzarro. Act ii. Sc. 2. A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line, — by deeds, not years. 2 Act iv. Sc. ] . The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts. 3 Speech in Reply to Mr. Dundas. Sheridaniana . You write with ease to show your breeding, But easy writing 's curst hard reading. Clio's Protest. Moore's Life of Sheridan. Vol. i. p. 155. 1 Compare Fielding. Page 808. 2 We live in deeds, not years. — Bailey, Festus. 3 On peut dire que son esprit brille aux depens de sa memoire. Le Sage, Gil Bias, Livre iii. Ch. xi. DIBDIN. — FREXEAU. 381 CHARLES DIBDIX. 1745-1814. There 's a sweet little cherub that sits up aloft, To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. Poor Jack. Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle ? He was all for love and a little for the bottle. Captain Wattle and Miss Roe. His form was of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below he did his duty, But now he 's gone aloft. Tom Bowling. For though his body 's under hatches, His soul has gone aloft. Ibid. Spanking Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he 'd whistle and sing ; Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly. And if honour gives greatness, was great as a king. The Sailor's Consolation. PHILIP FPEXEAU. 1752-1832. The hunter and the deer a shade. 1 The Indian Burying-Ground. Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear, but left the shield. 2 To the Memory of the Americans who fell at Eutaw. 1 This line was appropriated by Campbell in O'Connor's Child. 2 When Pais^ia hurried to the held, And snatched the spear, but left the shield. Scott, Marmion, Introduction to Canto iii. 382 CRAWFORD. — CR ABBE. MRS. ANNE CRAWFORD. 1734-1801. Kathleen mavourneen ! thy gray dawn is breaking, The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill. Kathleen Mavourneen. GEORGE CRABBE. 1754-1832. O, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain ; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun. 1 The Parish Register. Part i. Introduc. Her air, her manners, all who saw admired ; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired ; The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, And ease of heart her every look conveyed. Part ii. Marriages. In this fool's paradise he drank delight. 2 The Borough. Letter xii. Players. Books cannot always please, however good ; Minds are not ever craving for their food. Letter xxiv. Schools. In idle wishes fools supinely stay ; Be there a will, and wisdom finds a way. The Birth of Flattery. 'T was good advice, and means, my son, be good. The Learned Boy. Cut and come again. Tales, vii. Line 26. 1 Compare Young, Satire vii. Line 97. Page 2G7. 2 See Appendix, p. 646. MORRIS. — TRUMBULL. 383 CHARLES MORRIS. 1739-1832. Solid men of Boston, banish long potations ; Solid men of Boston, make no long orations. 1 Pitt and Dundas's Return to London from Wimbledon. American Sony. From Lyra Urbanica. O, give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall ! Town and Country. JOHX TRUMBULL. 17.50-1831. But optics sharp it needs. I ween. To see what is not to be seen. JIcFingal Canto i. Line 87. But as some muskets so contrive it As oft to miss the mark they drive at. And. though well aimed at duck or j^lover. Bear wide, and kick their owners over. Canto i. Line 93. As though there were a tie And obligation to posterity. We get them, bear them, breed and nurse. What has posterity done for us. That we, lest they their rights should lose. Should trust our necks to gripe of noose. Canton. Line 1-21. Xo man e'er felt the halter draw. With good opinion of the law. Canto iii. Line 489. 1 Solid men of Boston, make no long orations; Solid men of Boston, banish strong potations. Billy Pitt and the Farmer. From Debrett's Asylum/or Fugitive Pieces, Vol. ii. p. 250. 384 BURNS. ROBERT BURNS. 1759-1796. Where sits our sulky, sullen dame, Gathering her brows like gathering storm, Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. Tam o' Shanter. Ah, gentle dames ! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises. ibid. His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony ; Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither, — They had been fou for weeks thegither. J bid. The landlady and Tam grew gracious Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious. Ibid. The landlord's laugh was ready chorus. Ibid. Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. Ibid. But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed ; Or, like the snow-fall in the river, A moment white, then melts for ever. Ibid. Nae man can tether time or tide. Ibid. That hour, o' night's black arch the keystane. Ibid. Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn ! Ibid. As Tammie glowered, amazed and curious, The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. Ibid. BURNS. 385 Auld Xature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O ; Her 'prentice han' she tried on man, And then she made the lasses, O I * Green grow the Rashes. Some wee short hour ayont the twal. Death and Dr. Hornbook. The best laid schemes o' mice and men Gang aft a-gley ; And leave us naught but grief and pain For promised joy. To a Mouse. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn. Man mas made to Mourn. O Life ! how pleasant in thy morning, Young Fancy's rays the hills adorning ! Cold-pausing Caution's lesson scorning, We frisk away, Like schoolboys at th' expected warning, To joy and play. Epistle to James Smith. Affliction's sons are brothers in distress ; A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss ! A Winter's Xight. His locked, lettered, braw brass collar Showed him the gentleman and scholar. The Twa Dogs. O wad some power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, And foolish notion. To a Louse. 1 Man was made when Xature was But an apprentice, but woman when she Was a skilful mistress of her art.— Cupid's Whirligig (1607). 25 886 BURNS. Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler, sister woman ; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human. Address to the Unco Guid. What 's done we partly may compute, But know not what 's resisted. Jbid. Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. 1 To a Mountain Daisy. Perhaps it may turn out a sang, Perhaps turn out a sermon. Epistle to a Young Friend. I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing ; But, och ! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling ! Ibid. 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 be your border. Jbid. An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended ! Ibid. And may you better reck the rede, 2 Than ever did the adviser ! Ibid. O life ! thou art a galling load, Along a rough, a weary road, To wretches such as I ! Despondency. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I '11 sing thee a song in thy praise. Sweet Afton. 1 Compare Young, Night Thoughts, ix. Page 265. 2 See Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 3. BURNS. 387 If naebody care for me, I '11 care for naebody. 1 1 hae a Wife o' my Ain. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to min' ? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And davs o' lans svne ? Auld Lang Syne. If there 's a hole in a' your coats, I rede ye tent it ; A chiel 's amang ye takin' notes, And. faith, he '11 prent it. On Captain Grose's Peregrinations through Scotland, Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark ! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse ? Ode on Jfrs. Oswald. Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe. Sweet Sensibility. But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love for ever. At Fond Kiss. Had we never loved sae kindly. Had we never loved sae blindly, Xever met or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted ! lUd. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever. Bonny Lesley. Xow 's the day, and now 's the hour, See the front o' battle lour. BannocUum. 1 Compare Bickerstaff. Page 354. 388 BURNS. Liberty 's in every blow ! Let us do or die. 1 Bannoclhum. In durance vile 2 here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep. Epistle from Esopus to Maria. O, my luve. 's like a red, red rose, That 's newly sprung in June ; O, my luve 's like the melodie, That 's sweetly played in tune. A Red, Red Rose. Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven ; But yet the light that led astray Was light from h °ven. The Vision. And, like a passing thought, she fled In light away. Ibid. The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The man 's the gowd for a' that. 3 For a 1 that and a' that. A prince can make a belted knight, 4 A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man 's aboon his might, Guid faith, he maunna fa' that. Ibid. 'T is sweeter for thee despairing, Than aught in the world beside, — Jessy ! Jessy. 1 See Appendix, p. 643. 2 Durance vile. — W. Kenrick (1766), Falstaps Wedding, i. 2; Burke, The Present Discontents. 3 I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better. — Wycherley, The Plaindealer, Act i. Sc. 1. 4 Of the king's creation you may be : but he who makes a Count ne'er made a man. — Southerne, Sir Anthony Love, Act ii. Sc. 1. BURNS. — LOWE. — GRANT. 389 It 's giiici to be merry and wise. 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 . Gars auld claes look aniaist as weel 's the new. The Cotter's Saturday Night. Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening- gale. Ibid. He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God ! " he says with solemn air. Ibid. From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs. That makes her 1 jved at home, revered abroad : Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God.*' Ibid. JOHX LOWE. 1750-- The moon had climbed the highest hill Which rises o'er the source of Dee, And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tower and tree. Marys Dream. MRS. AXXE GEAXT. 1755-1838. Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, Wat ye how she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes of Balloch. Boy's Wife. 390 MASON. — D WIGHT. — HAWKER. — KEMBLE. WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty. 1 Heroic Epistle. TIMOTHY DWIGHT. 1752-1817. Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise, The queen of the world, and child of the skies ! Thy genius commands thee ; with rapture behold, While ages on ages thy splendors unfold. Columbia. REV. ROBERT HAWKER. 1753-1827. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Hope, and comfort from above ; Let us each, thy peace possessing, Triumph in redeeming love. Benediction, J. P. KEMBLE. 1757-1823. Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But — why did you kick me down stairs ? 2 The Panel. Act i. Sc. 1. 1 Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, .... Epicuri cle grege porcum. Horace, Epist., Lib. I. iv. 15, 16. 2 Altered from Bickerstaff's 'T is Well 'tis no Worse. The lines are also found in Debrett's Asylum for Fugitive Pieces, Vol. i. p. 15. BABRINGTON. — BOBIXSOX. — COLMAN. 391 GEORGE BARRIXGTOX. 1755 — True patriots all ; for be it understood We left our country for our country's good. 1 Prologue written for the Opening of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. Harrington's New South Wales, p. 152. MARY ROBIXSOX. 1758-1799. Bounding billows, cease your motion, Bear me not SO swiftly o'er. Bounding Billows. GEORGE COLMAN, THE YOUNGER. 1762-1836. On their own merits modest men are dumb. Epilogue to the Heir at Law. And what 's impossible can't be, And never, never conies to pass. The Maid of the Moor. Three stories high, long, dull, and old, As great lords' stories often are. Ibid. Like two single gentlemen, rolled into one. Lodgings for Single Gentlemen. But when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't always succeed. Ibid. 1 'Twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad. Farquhar, The Beaux Stratagem, Act iii. Sc. 2. 392 COLMAN. — PITT. — PINCKNEY. When taken To be well shaken. The Newcastle Apothecary. Thank you, good sir, I owe you one. The Poor Gentleman, Act i. Sc. 2. O Miss Bailey, Unfortunate Miss Bailey ! Love laughs at Locksmiths. Act ii. Song. 'T is a very fine thing to be father-in-law To a very magnificent three-tailed Bashaw ! Blue Beard. Act ii.. Sc. 5. I had a soul above buttons. Sylvester Daggerwood, or New Hay at the Old Market. Sc. 1. Mynheer Yandunck, though he never was drunk, Sipped brandy and water gayly. Mynheer Vandunck. WILLIAM PITT. 1759-1806. Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves. 1 Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783. Prostrate the beauteous ruin lies ; and all That shared its shelter perish in its fall. From The Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin. No. xxxvi. CHARLES COTESWORTH PINCKNEY. 1746-1825. Millions for defence, but not one cent for tribute. When Ambassador to the French Republic, 179G. 1 Compare Milton, Paradise Lost, Book iv. Line 393. Page 188. THURLOW. — TOBIN. — FANSHA WE. 393 LORD THURLOW. 1732-1806. The accident of an accident. Sjieech in Reply to the Duke of Grafton. Butler's Reminiscences. Vol. i. 142. When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me. 1 27 Pari Hist. 680 ; Ann. Reg. 1789. JOHN TOBIN. 1770-1804. The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch, Whom 't were gross flattery to name a coward. The Honeymoon. Act ii. Sc. 1. She 's .adorned Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely, — The truest mirror that an honest wife Can see her beauty in. Act iii. Sc. 4. CATHERINE M. FANSHA WE. 1764-1834 'T was whispered in heaven, 't was muttered in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell ; On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed. Enigma. The letter H. 1 Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat coarsely, but not unhappily, it must be allowed, " Forget you! He '11 see you d — d first. " — Brougham, Statesmen of the Time of George III. Thurlow. Burke also exclaimed, " The best thing that could happen to you." 394 CHERRY. — EVERETT. — MORTON. ANDREW CHERRY. 1762-1812. Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers The Bay of Biscay, As she lay, on that day, In the bay of Biscay, O ! ibid. DAVID EVERETT. 1769-1813. You 'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow. 1 Lines written for a Schoot Declamation. THOMAS MORTON. 1764-1838. What will Mrs. Grundy say ? Sjietd the Plough. Act i. Sc. 1. Push on, — keep moving. A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1. Approbation from Sir Hubert Stanley is praise indeed. Act v. Sc. 2. 1 The lofty oak from a small acorn grows. — Translated from Lewis Duncombe (1711-1730), De Minimis Maxima. MACKINTOSH. — HURDIS. — NAIRNE. 395 SIR JAMES MACKINTOSH. 1765-1832. Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself. Vinditice Gallkce. The commons, faithful to their system, remained in a wise and masterly inactivity. Ibid. Disciplined inaction. Causes of the Revolution of 1688. Ch.vu. The frivolous work of polished idleness. Dissertation on Ethical Philosophy . Remarks on Thomas Brown. JAMES HURDIS. 1763-1801. Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed. The Village^ Curate. LADY NAIRNE. 1766-1845. There 's nae sorrow there, John, There 's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair, In the land o' the leal. The Land o' the Leal. Gude nicht, and joy be wi' you a'. Gude Nicht, etcA O. we 're a' noddin', nid, nid, noddin' ; O, we 're a' noddin' at our house at hame. We 're a' Noddin\ A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree. The La i rd o ' Co ckp e n . 1 Sir Alexander Boswell composed a version of this song. 396 LEE. — FEKKIAR. — WILLIAMS. HENRY LEE. 1756-1816. To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his countrymen. Eulogy on Washington, Delivered by General Lee, Dec. 26, 1799. l Memoirs of Lee. JOHN FERRIAR. 1764-1815. The princeps copy, clad in blue and gold. Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 6. Now cheaply bought, for thrice their weight in gold. Line 65. Torn from their destined page (unworthy meed Of knightly counsel, and heroic deed). Line 121. How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold ! Line 137. HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. 1762-1&27. While thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled ; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Trust in Providence. 1 To the memory of the Man, first in war, first in peace, and first in the hearts of his fellow-citizens. — From the Resolutions presented to the House of Representatives, on the Death of General Washing- ton, December, 1799. Marshall's Life of Washington. BRYDGES.— BAILLIE. — HALL. 397 SIR SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES. 1762-1837. The glory dies not ? and the grief is past. Sonnet m the Death of Sir Walter Scott. JOAXXA BAILLIE. 1762-1857. 0. swiftly glides the bonnie boat. Just parted from the shore. And to the fisher's chorus-note Soft moves the dipping oar. 0. swifUi jlidet the Bonnie Boat. ROBERT HALL. 1764-1831. His imperial fancy has laid all nature under tribute, and has collected riches from every scene of the crea- tion and every walk of art. (Of Burke. | Apology for the Freedom of the Press. He might be a very clever man by nature, for aught I know, but he laid so many books upon his head that Ills brains could not move. (Of Kippis. From Gregory's Life :