.4 r :*:"* It ,i> '+* i> ^o 1-& o ^ N \\ %/, '^ s +■>■ / :, 50 Otf • rS r ^t/ (/t/rt^&t //*// FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS. I have gathered a posie of other men's flowers, and nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own. — Montaigne. FOURTEENTH THOUSAND. FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS: BEING AN ATTEMPT TO TEACE TO THEIR SOURCE Images attb prases lit Common; fe; CHIEFLY FROM ENGLISH AUTHORS. Bx JOHN BARTLETT. FOURTH REVISED EDITION. BOSTON: LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY. 1866. ^' Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by John Bartlett, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massa- chusetts. CAMBRIDGE : PRESS-WORK BY JOHN WILSON AND SON. PREFACE TO THE FIRST EDITION. The object of this work is to show, to some ex- tent, the obligations our language is under to various authors for numerous phrases and familiar quota- tions which have become " household words." This Collection, originally made without any view of publication, has been considerably enlarged by additions from an English work on a similar plan, and is now sent forth with the hope that it may be found a convenient book of reference. Though perhaps imperfect in some respects, it is believed to possess the merit of accuracy, as the quotations have been taken from the original sources. Should this be favorably received, endeavors will be made to make it more worthy of the approba- tion of the public in a future edition. Cambridge, May, 1855. ADVERTISEMENT FOURTH EDITION The favor shown to former editions has en- couraged the compiler of this Collection to go on with the work and make it more worthy. It is not easy to determine in all cases the degree of familiarity that may belong to phrases and sentences which present themselves for ad- mission ; for what is familiar to one class of readers may be quite new to another. Many maxims of the most famous writers of our language, and numberless curious and happy turns from orators and poets, have knocked at the door, and it was hard to deny them. But to admit these simply on their own merits, wiihout assurance that the general reader would readily recognize them as old friends, was aside from the purpose of this Collection. Viii AD VER TISEMENT. Still, it has been thought better to incur the risk of erring on the side of fulness. Owing to the great number of Quotations added in this edition, it has been necessary to make an entire reconstruction of the book. It is hoped the lovers of this agreeable sub- sidiary literature may find an increased useful- ness in the Collection corresponding with its present enlargement. Cambridge, December, 1863. INDEX OF AUTHORS. Taoe Addison, Joseph, . 179 Akenside, Mark, . 237 Aldrich, James, . . 355 Alonso of Aragon, . 396 Appius, Claudius, . 393 Augustine, Saint, .394 Bacon, Francis, . . 369 Bailey, Philip James, 354 Barbauld, Mrs., . . 268 Barnfield, Richard, . 125 Barrett, E. Stannard, 365 Barrington, George, 406 Basse, "William, . . 160 Baxter, Richard, . 173 Beattic, James, . . 255 Beaumont, Francis, 129 Berkeley, Bishop, . 215 Bickerstaff, Isaac, . 183 Blackstone, William, 378 Blair, Robert, . . 216 Bobart, Jacob, . . 406 Bolingbroke, Lord, 376 Book of Common Prayer, . . . 26 Booth, Barton, . 256 Bramston, Rev. Mr , 401 Brcreton, Jane, . 215 Brougham, Lord, 389 Brown, John, 230 Brown, Tom, 176 Pagik Bryant, William C, 356 Brydges, S. Egerton, 281 Bunyan, John, . . 173 Burke, Edmund, . 380 Burns, Robert, . . 274 Burton, Robert, . . 394 Butler, Samuel, . . 161 Byrom, John, . . 214 Byron, Lord, . . . 324 Cambronne, . . . 398 Campbell, Thomas, 304 Canning, Geoige, . 281 Carew, Thomas, . . 129 Carey, Henry, . . 215 Centlivre, Mrs., . . 225 Cervantes, Miguel de, 367 Charles II., . . . 397 Choate, llufus, . . 389 Churchill, Charles, . 256 Cibbcr, Colley, . . 182 Coke, Sir Edward, . 370 Coleridse, S. Taylor, 298 Collins,""William, . 244 Colman, George, . 279 Congreve, AVilliam, 185 Cornuel, Madame, . 398 Cotton, Nathaniel, . 245 Cowley, Abraham, . 137 Cowper, William, . 257 Crabbe, George, . 273 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Page Cranch, C. P., . . 364 Greville, Mrs., . . 267 Crashaw, Richard, . 135 Halleck, Fitz-Greene, 357 Defoe, Daniel, . . 177 Heber, Reginald, . 322 Dekker, Thomas, . 136 Hemans, Felicia, . 342 Denham, Sir John, . 136 Henry, Patrick, . . 383 Dennis, John, . . 401 Herbert, George, . 131 Dickinson, John, 280 Herrick, Robert, . 133 Doddridge, Philip, . 230 Hervey, Thomas K., 355 Dodsley, Robert, . 230 Hesiod, 392 Donne, Dr. John, . 126 Hill, Aaron, . . . 226 Drake, J. Rodman, 342 Hobbes, Thomas, . 367 Dryden, John, . . 166 Holmes, Oliver W., 361 Dyer, John, . . . 229 Holy Scriptures, 1 Dyer, , . .' . 405 Home, John, . . . 245 Hood, Thomas, . . 346 Emerson, R. Waldo, 357 Hooker, Richard, . 368 Emmet, Robert, . . 386 Hopkinson, Joseph, 282 Erasmus, .... 402 Hunt, Leigh, . . . 341 Euripides, .... 392 Hurd, Richard, . . 383 Everett, David, . . 282 Irving, "Washington, 391 Farquhar, George, . 214 Fletcher, Andrew, . 375 Johnson, Samuel, . 231 Fletcher, John, . . 129 Jones, Sir William, 269 Fouche, Joseph, . . 384 Jonson, Ben, . . 127 Francis I., . . . 397 Franklin, Benjamin, 377 Keats, John, . . . 343 Frere, J. Hookam, . 282 Kempis, Thomas a, . 366 Fuller, Thomas, . . 374 Key, Francis S., . 363 King, William, . . 173 Garrick, David, . . 237 Garth, Samuel, . . 406 Lamb, Charles, . . 297 Gay, John, . . . 212 Langhorne, John, . 268 Gilford, Richard, . 177 Lee, Henry, . . . 385 Goldsmith, Oliver, . 246 Lee, Nathaniel, . . 175 Grafton, Richard, . 403 Le Sage, .... 377 Gray, Thomas, . . 238 L'Estrange, Roger, 160 Green, Matthew, . 225 Logan, John, . . 279 Greene, Albert G., . 364 Longfellow, H. W., 36C Greville, Fulke, . . 125 Lovelace, Richard, . 134 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Page Lowell, J. Russell, . 3G2 Lyttelton, Lord, . 234 Lytton, E. Bulwer, 350 Macaulay, T. B., . 389 Mackintosh, Sir J., . 384 Mallett, David, . . 280 Marcy, William L., 389 Marlowe, Christopher, 124 Mason, William, . 350 Melchidr, .... 396 Menander, . . . 402 Merrick, James, . 273 Mickle, W. Julius, 267 Milnes, R. Monckton, 345 Milton, John, . 140,371 Miscellaneous, . . 392 Montague, Lady, . 213 Montgomery, James, 303 Montrose, Marquis of, 139 Page Philips, John, . . 237 Pinckney, Charles C, 385 Moore, Edward, 235 Moore, Thomas, 315 More, Hannah, . 269 Morris, Charles, 270 Morton, Thomas, 281 Moss, Thomas, . 280 New England Prim er, 404 New Testament, . 15 Newton, Isaac, . . 375 Norris, John, 176 Old Testament, . . 1 Otway, Thomas, . 174 Overbury, Thomas, 130 Paine, Thomas, . . 383 Parker, Marty n, . 391 Parnell, Thomas, . 211 Payne, J. Howard, . 345 Percy, Thomas, . . 253 Pitt, William, . 401 Plutarch, . . . 393 Pollok, Robert, . 344 Pope, Alexander, 186 Pope, Dr. Walter, 17G Porteus, Beilby, . 255 Powell, Sir John, 379 Prior, Matthew, 177 Procter, B. Waller, 318 Quarles, Francis, 131 Rabelais, Francis, . 366 Raleigh, Sir Walter, 124 Rochefoucauld, . . 376 Rochester, Earl of, . 1 74 Rogers, Samuel, . 349 Roland, Madame, . 385 Roscommon, Earl of, 174 Rowe, Nicholas, • 185 Rumbold, Richard, . 376 Savage, Richard, . 183 Scott, Sir Walter, . 308 Selden, John, . . 374 Sewall, Jonathan M., 323 Sewell, Dr. George, 183 Shakspeare, ... 29 Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire, 1 75 Shelley, Percy B., . 341 Shcnstohe, William, 236 Sheridan, R B., . 271 Shirley, James, . . 135 Sidney, Sir Philip, . 368 Smollett, Tobias, . 253 Southerne, Thomas, 181 Southey, Robert, . 296 Spencer, William R., 307 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Spenser, Edmund, . Sprague, Charles, . Steele, Sir Richard, Steers, Miss Fanny, Sterne, Lawrence^ . Still, Bishop (John), Story, Joseph, . . Suckling, Sir John, Swift, Jonathan, Sylvester, Joshua, . Tarlton, Richard, . Tate and Brady, . . Taylor, Henry, . . Tennyson, Alfred, . Tertullian, . . . Theobald, Louis, . Thomson, James, . Thrale, Mrs., . . . Tickell, Thomas, . Tourneur, Cyril, . Townley, James, Trumbull, John, . Tuke, Sir Samuel, . Tusser, Thomas, Page 27 359 378 365 379 123 323 132 184 125 183 26 354 351 393 182 227 266 211 364 280 270 226 123 Page Uhland, John Louis, 364 Vaughan, Henry, . 160 Valerius Maximus, 394 Villars, Marshal, . 399 Voltaire, .... 400 Walton, Izaak, . . 371 Waller, Edmund, . 138 Walpole, Robert, . 378 Warburton, Thomas, 396 Watts, Isaac, . . 224 Webster, Daniel, . 386 William of Orange, 398 Wither, George, . 130 Wolcot, John . . 267 Wolfe, Charles, . . 344 AVoodworth, Samuel, 323 Wordsworth, William, 283 Wotton, Sir Henry, 126 Wrother, Miss, . . 365 Younmy whereabout. Act ii. Sc 1. Hear it not, Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell ! Act ii. Sc. 1. 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. Act ii. Sc 2. I had most need of blessing, and Amen Stuck in my throat. Act ii. Sc. 2. 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 labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Act ii. Sc. 2. Infirm of purpose ! Act ii. Sc. 2. SHAKSPEARE. 93 My hand will rather 'The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green — one red. Act ii. Sc 2. The labor we delight in, physics pain. Act ii. Sc 3, Confusion now hath made his masterpiece ! Most sacriligeous murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building. Act ii. Sc. 3. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Act ii. Sc 3. A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawked at, and killed. Act ii. Sc. 4, Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrenched with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. Act iii. Sc. 1. Mur. "We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Act iii. Sc. 1 , Things without all remedy, Should be without regard : what 's done is done. Act iii. Sc. 2. We have scotched the snake, not killed it. Act iii. Sc. 2. 94 SHAKSPEARE. Duncan is in his grave ! After life's fitful fever lie sleeps well. Act iii. Sc. 2. 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 ! Act iii. Sc 4. Thou canst not say, I did it ; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Act iii. Sc. 4. 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. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with ! Act iii. Sc. 4. What man dare, I dare. Act iii. Sc. 4. Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Act iii. Sc. 4. I Tnreal mockery, hence ! Act iii. Sc. 4 You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admired disorder. Act iii. Sc. 4, SEAKSPEARE. 95 Can suck things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder ? Act iii. Sc. 4. Stand not upon the order of your going, But gO at once. Act iii. Sc. 1 Double, double, toil and trouble. Act iv. Sc. 1. Black spirits and white, Red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, You that mingle may.* Act iv. Sc. 1. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Act iv. Sc. 1. A deed without a name. Act iv. Sc. 1. I'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Act iv. Sc. 1. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart ! Come like shadows, so depart. Act iv. Sc. 1. What ! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom ? Act iv. Sc 1. * These lines occur also in " The Witch " of Thomas Mid- dleton, Act 5, Sc. 2 ; and it is uncertain to which the priority should be ascribed. 96 SHAKSPEARE. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. Act iv. Sc. 1. 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. Stands Scotland where it did ? Act iv. Sc. 3. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak, Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break. Act iv. Sc. 3. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop ? Act iv. Sc. 3. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Act iv. Sc. 3. 0, I could play the woman with mine eyes, And braggart with my tongue ! Act iv. Sc. 3. Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier and afeared. Act v. Sc. 1. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Act v. Sc. 1. My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, SRAKSPEARE. 97 As honor, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honor, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Act v. Sc. 3. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Act v. Sc 3. 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 ? Act v. Sc. 3. Therein the patient must minister to himself. Act v. Sc. 3. Throw physic to the dogs : I '11 none of it. Act v. Sc. 3. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Act v. Sc. 3. Hang out our banners on the outward walls ; The cry is still, They come. Our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Act v. Sc. 5. I have supped full with horrors. Act v. Sc. 6. 7 98 SEAKSPEARE. 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. Act v. Sc. 5 Lies like truth. Act. v. Sc 5 Blow, wind ! come, wrack ! At least we '11 die with harness on our back. Act v. Sc. 5. I bear a charmed life. Act v. Sc. 7. That palter with us in a double sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear, And break it to our hope. Art v. Sc. 7. Lay on, Macduff; And damned be him that first cries, Hold, enough ! Act v. Sc. 7. SBAKSPEARE. 99 This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Act i. Set Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Act i. Sc. 1. Doth make the night joint-laborer with the day- Art i. Sc, 1 In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Act i. Sc. 1. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Act i. Sc. 1. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then they say no spirit dares stir 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. Act i. Sc. 1. The head is not more native to the heart. Act i. Sc. 2. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Act i. Sc. 2. Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. Act i. Sc. 2. -L0FC. 100 SHAKSPEARE. But I have that within which passeth show ; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe. Act i. Sc. 2. O that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! God ! O God ! How weary, st tie, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Act i. Sc. 2. That it should come to this ! Act i. Sc. 2. Hyperion to a satyr ! so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Act i. Sc. 2. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Act i. Sc 2. Frailty, thy name is woman ! Act i Sc. 2. A little month. Act i. Sc. 2. Like Niobe, all tears. Act i. Sc 2. A beast, that wants discourse of reason. Act Sc 2. My father's brother ; but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKSPEARE. 101 Thrift, thrift, Horatio ! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Ad i. Sc. 2. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Act i. Sc. 2. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Act i. Sc. 2. A countenance more In sorrow than in anger. Act i. Sc 2. Give it an understanding, but no tongue. Act i. Sc. 2. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon. Act i. Sc. 3. And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Act i. Sc. 3. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do. Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; "Whilst, like a puffed and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede. Act i. Sc. 3, Give thy thoughts no tongue. Act i. Sc. 3. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel. Act i. Sc 3. 102 SHAKSPEARE. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel : but, being in, Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judg- ment. Act i. Sc. 3. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy ; rich, not gaudy ; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Act i. Sc a 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 ownself be true ; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Act i. Sc. 8. Springes to catch woodcocks.* Act i. Sc. 3. But to my mind, — though I am native here, And to the manner born, — it is a custom More honored in the breach, than the observance. Act i. Sc. 4. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us ! Act i. Sc. 4, Thou comest in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee. Act i. Sc. 4. * A proverbial phrase. SHAKSPEARE. 103 Let me not burst in ignorance ! Act i. Sc. 4 In complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon Making night hideous. Act i. Sc. 4. I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Act i. Sc. 4. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Act i. Sc. 4. 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 on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O list ! Act i. Sc. 5. And duller should'st thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf. Act i. Sc. 5. my prophetic soul ! mine uncle ! Act i. Sc. 5. Hamlet, what a falling- off was there ! Act i. Sc. 6. 104 SHAKSPEARE. But soft ! metliinks I scent the morning air ; Brief let me be : Sleeping within mine orchard, My custom always in the afternoon. Act i. Sc. 5. Unhouseled, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Act i. Sc. 5. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Act i. Sc. 5. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Act. i. Sc. 5. While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee ? Yea, from the table of my memory, I '11 wipe away all trivial, fond records. Act i. Sc. 5. Within the book and volume of my brain. Act i. Sc. 5. My tables, my tables, — meet it is, I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain. Act i. Sc 5. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave, To tell us this. Act i. Sc, 5, There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Act i. Sc. 5. SHAKSPEARE. 105 The time is out of joint. Act i. Sc. 5 This is the very ecstasy of love. Act ii. Sc I. Brevity is the soul of wit. Act ii. Sc 2. That he is mad, 't is true ; 't is true, 't is pity ; And pity 't is, 't is true. Act ii. Sc. 2. Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love. Act ii. Sc 2. Still harping on my daughter. Act ii. Sc. 2. Pol. What do you read, my lord ? Ham. Words, Avords, words ! Act ii. 6c. 2. They have a plentiful lack of wit. Act ii. Sc. 2. Though this be madness, yet there 's method in it. Act ii. Sc. 2. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Act ii. Sc. 2. This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firma- ment, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul 106 SHAKSPEARE. and pestilent congregation of vapors. What a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculties ! in form and moving, how express and admirable ! in action, how like an angel ! in apprehension, how like a God ! Act ii. Sc. 2. Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither. Act ii. Sc. 2. I know a hawk from a hand-saw. Act ii. Sc. 2. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T was caviare to the general. Act ii. Sc. 2. They are the abstracts and brief chronicles of the time. Act ii. Sc 2. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping. Act ii. Sc. 2. What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? Act ii. Sc. 2 The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. Act ii. Sc. 2, The play 's the thing, Wherein I '11 catch the conscience of the king. Act ii. Sc. 2 SHAKSPEARE. 107 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Act ii. Sc. 2. With devotion's visage, And pious action, we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Act iii. Se, I 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 heart-ache, 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 dreani : — ay, there 's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life : For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes ; When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin. Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, 108 SHAKSPEARE. 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. Act iii. Sc. 1, Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rich gifts wax poor, when givers prove unkind. Act iii. Sc. 1 Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, scholar's, soldier's eve, tongue, sword. Act iii. Sc. 1. The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observed of all observers ! Act iii. Sc 1. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of time and harsh. Act iii. Sc 1. SHAKSPEARE. 109 Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand. Act iii. Sc. 2. Tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings. Act iii. Sc. 2 It out-herods Herod. Act iii. Sc. 2. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action. Act iii. Sc. 2. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Act iii. Sc. 2. Though it make the unskilful laugh, Cannot but make the judicious grieve. Act iii. Sc. 2 Not to speak it profanely. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Act iii. Sc. 2 0, reform it altogether. Act iii. Sc 2 Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. Act iii. Sc a. No, let the candid tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning. Act iii. Sc. 2 110 , SBAKbPEABE. A man, that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. Act iii. Sc. 2. They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stops she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, aye, in my heart of heart, As I do thee. Something too much of this. Act iii. Sc. 2. Here 's metal more attractive. Act iii. Sc 2. Nay, then let the devil wear black, for I'll have a suit of sables. Act. iii. Sc. 2. This is miching mallecho ; it means mischief. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring ? Oph. 'T is brief my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Act iii. Sc. 2. The lady protests too much, methinks. Act iii. Sc. 2 Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Act iii. Sc. 2. Why, let the strucken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play ; For some must watch, while some must sleep ; Thus runs the world away. Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKSPEARE. Ill 'T is as easy as lying. Act iii. Sc. 2. It will discourse most eloquent music. Act iii. Sc, 2. Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Act iii. Sc 2 Very like a whale. Act iii. Sc 2. They fool me to the top of my bent. Act iii. Sc. 2. 'T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to the world. Act iii. Sc. 2. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Act iii. Sc. 2. O my offence is rank, it smells to heaven. Act iii. Sc. 3. About some act, That has no relish of salvation in 't. Act iii. Sc. 3. False as dicers' oaths. Act iii. Sc. 4. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ! Hyperion's curls ; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command. Act iii. Sc. 4. 112 SHAKSPEARE. A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. Act iii. Sc. 4 At your age, The hey-day iu the blood is tame, it 's humble. Act iii. Sc. 4. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule ; That from a shelf the precious diadem stole And put it in his pocket. Act iii. Sc. 4 A king of shreds and patches. Act iii. Sc. 4. This is the very coinage of your brain. Act iii. Sc. 4. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word : which madness Would gambol from. Act iii. Sc. 4. Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Act iii. Sc. 4. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. Act iii. Sc. 4. I must be cruel, only to be kind. Act iii. Sc. 4. For 't is the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar. Act iii. Sc. 4 Diseases desperate grown, By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all. Act iv. Sc. 3. SHAKSPEARE. 113 Sure, He that made us with such large dis- course, Looking before, and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason, To fust in us unused. Act iv. Sc. L Greatly to find quarrel hi a straw, When honor 's at the stake. Act iv. Sc. 4. 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. Act iv. Sc. 5. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions ! Act iv. Sc. 5. There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. Act iv. Sc. 5. There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance ; and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. Act iv. Sc. 5. A very riband in the cap of youth. Act iv. Sc. 7. Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Act v. Sc. 1. One, that was a woman, sir, but rest her soul, she 's dead. Act v. Sic, 1. 114 SHAKSPEARE. How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card or equivocation will undo us. Act v. Sc. 1. The age is grown so picked, that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, ho galls his kibe. Act v. Sc. I Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio a fellow of infinite jest ; of most excellent fancy. Act v. Sc. 1. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Act v. Sc. 1. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Act v. Sc. 1. Imperial Crcsar, dead, and turned to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Act v. Sc. 1. Sweets to the sweet. Act v. Sc. 1. For, though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous. Act v. Sc. 1. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, and dog will have his day. Act v. Sc. I. There ^s a divinity that shapes our ends, • Rough-hew- them how we will. Act v. Sc. 5 SEAKSPEARE. 115 Into a towering passion. Act v. Sc. 2. The phrase would be more german to the mat- ter, if we could carry a cannon by our sides. Act v. Sc. 2. There is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. Act v. Sc. 2. 1 have shot my arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Act v. Sc. 2. A hit, a very palpable hit. Act v. Sc. 2. Report me and my cause aright. Act v. Sc. 2. That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. Act i. Sc. 1. Whip me such honest knaves. Act i. Sc. 1. But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. Act i. Sc. 1. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Act i. Sc. 2. Alost potent, grave, and reverend seigniors. Act i Sc. 3, 116 SHAKSPEARE. The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech. Act i. Sc. 3. In the tented field. Act i. Sc 3. I Avill a round, unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love. Act i. Sc. 3. The battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. Act i. Sc. 3. Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents, by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach. Act i. Sc. 3. Antres vast, and deserts idle. Act i. Sc. 3. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear,* "Would Desdemona seriously incline. Act i. Sc. 3. And often did beguile her of her tears. Act i. Sc. 3 My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : * The folios have this to hear. SEAKSPEARE. 117 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. Act i. Sc. 3. Upon this hint I spake : She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. Act i. Sc. 3J I do perceive here a divided duty. Act i. Sc. 3. The rohbed that smiles steals something from the thief. Act i. Sc. 3. Put money in thy purse. Act i. Sc. 3. Framed to make women false. Act i. Sc. 3. For I am nothing, if not critical. Act ii. Sc. 1. lago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. Des. most lame and impotent conclusion ! Act ii. Sc. 1. Egregiously an ass. Act ii. Sc. 1. Potations pottle deep. " Act ii. Sc. 3. King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown ; 118 SRAKSPEARE. He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he called the. tailor— >-lo.wn.* Act ii. Sc. 3, Silence that dreadful bell ; it frights the isle From her propriety. Act ii. Sc. 3. Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. Act ii. Sc. 3. lago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Gas. Ay, past all surgery. Act ii. Sc. 3. thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! Act ii. Sc. 3. that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! Act ii. Sc. 3. Gas. Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. lago. Come, come ; good wine is a good fa- miliar creature, if it be well used. Act ii. Sc. 3. Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee ! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.f Act ill. Sc. 3. * Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy they are much altered by Shakspeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery. f For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Venus and Adonis. SHAKSPEARE. 119 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 thou- sands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. Act iii. Sc. 3. But oh ! what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet strongly loves ! * Act iii. Sc. 3. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved. Act iii. Sc. 3. If 1 do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind To prey at fortune. Act iii. Sc 3. Declined into the vale of years. Act iii. Sc. 3. * The folios have, soundly loves. 120 SHAKSPEARE. That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites. Act iii. Sc. 3. Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Act iii. Sc. 3. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Act iii. Sc. 3. He that is robbed, not wanting Avhat is stolen, Let him not know it, and he 's not robbed at all. Act iii. Sc. 3 O, now, forever, 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. Act iii. Sc. 3. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war. Act iii. Sc. 3. Othello's occupation 's gone ! Act iii. Sc. 3, No hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on. Act iii. Sc. 3. Give me the ocular proof. Act iii Sc. 3. SHAKSPEARE. 121 On horror's head horrors accumulate. Act iii. Sc. 3. But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Act iii. Sc. 3. They laugh that win. Act iv. Sc. 1. But yet the pity of it, Iago ! Iago, the pity of it, Iago. Act iv. Sc. 1. Steeped me in poverty to the very lips. Act iv. Sc. 2. But, alas ! to make me The fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow, and moving finger at. Act iv. Sc. 2. And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world. Act iv. Sir. 2. 'T is neither here nor there. Act iv. Sc. 3. This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. Act v. Sc. 1, He hath a daily beauty in his life. Act v. Sc. 1. One entire and perfect chrysolite. Act v. Sc. 2, I have done the state some service, and they know it. Act v. S>: 2 122 SHAKSPEARE. 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. Act v. Sc. 2. Of one, whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe. Act v. Sc. 2. Albeit unused to the melting mood. Act v. Sc. 2. SONNETS. And stretched metre of an antique song. Sonnet xvii. The painful warrior, famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foiled, Is from the books of honor razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toiled. Sonnet xxy. And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Sonnet lxvi. 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. TUSSER. — STILL. 123 THOMAS TUSSER. 1523-1580. Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good.* Moral Reflections on the Wind. At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Chap, xii- Such mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man. Chap, xxxviii. 'T is merry in hall, "When beards wag all.f Chap. xlvi. Look ere thou leap, see ere thou go. Chap. Ivii. 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 liim that wears a hood. Ga?nmer Gurton's Needle. 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. ibid, * See Proverbs, page 408. f Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. Adam Davie, 1312. Life of Alexander. 124 MARL WE. — RALEIGH. CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593, Who ever loved that loved not at first sight ? * Hero and Leander, Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures pi*ove That valleys, groves, and hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountains, yield. The Passionate Shepherd to Ms Lore. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topmast toAvers of Ilium ? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul ! see where it flies. Faustus. SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. 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. Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay. Verses to Edmund Spenser. * Quoted by Shakspeare. As You Like It. Act III. Sc. 5. S YL J r ES TER. — BARN FIELD. — GEE I r lLLE. 1 2 -3 JOSHUA SYLVESTER. 1563-1618. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! 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 Soul's Eirand.* RICHARD BARXEIELD. [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 XUjIdingaleA FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. wearisome condition of humanity ! Mustapka. Act v. Sc. 4. And out of mind as soon as out of sight. % Sonnet lvi. * Sylvester is now generally regarded as the author of " The Soul's Errand," long attributed to Raleigh. t This song, often attributed to Shakspeare, is now confi- dently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of Poems in Divers Humours, published in 1598. | And when he is out of sight quickly also is he out of mind. Kempis. Imitation of Christ. B. i. Ch. 23. 126 WO TTON. — D ONNE. RIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How bappy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will ; Whose armor is his honest thought, And simple truth bis utmost skill ! The Character of a Happy Life.. 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 ! To his JUisti-ess, the Queen of Bohemia. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's Stuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture.* DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. 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 Progress of the Soul. She and comparisons are odious.t Elegy 8. The Comparison. * lieliquice Wottoniamz. t Cf. Burton, Anatomy of Melancholy, Pt. iii. Sc. 3, Mem. 1, Subs. 2. JON SON. 127 BEN JONSON. 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.* The Forest. To 'Jdu\. Still to be neat, still to be drest As you were going to a feast. The Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace. Robes loosely flowing, hair as free ; Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all th' adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Ibid. In small proportion Ave just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Good Life, Long Life, Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die ; Which in life did harbor give To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph on Elizabeth. # ''E/xol <5e fiovoic irpomve rolq o/a/iaaiv El de fivv- Xti, role x«A£(7i zpoaoepovaa, nX^pov (pL?j]fiu.Tuv to EKTZufj.il, Some. — Juliana Berneks. Hernllic Blazonry. f God made the country, and man made the tovn. Cowi'EK. 77/6 Task. Book i 138 WALLER. 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 Why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why ? Ibid. His time is forever, everywhere his place. Friendship in Absence. Hence ye profane, I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small. Horace. Booh iii. Ode 1 EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,* Lets hi new light through chinks that time has made. 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 Dt-alh of the Lord Protector. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair ! * Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts ns harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happi- ness through the chinks of her siekness-broken bo.lv. Fuller. JIuhj and Profune States. Hook i. eh. ii. MONTROSE. 139 Give me but what this ribbon bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle, How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair. Go, lovely Rose, 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.* To a Lady singing a Sony of his composing. MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, Who dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all. Song "My Dear and only Love." I '11 make thee glorious by my peu, And famous by my sword. n d. * 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. Byrox. English Bank. Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom; See their own feathers pluck'd, to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. T. Moore. Corruption, 140 MILTON. JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. PARADISE LOST. Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world and all our woe. Book i. Line. 1. Or if Sion-hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flowed Fast by the oracle of God. Book i. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Book i. Line 16. "What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support ; That, to the height of this great argument, I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men. Booki Line 22. As far as Angel's ken. Book i. Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Book i. Line 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. Book i. Line 65. What though the field be lost, All is not lost ; the unconquerable will, MILTON. 141 And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. Book i. Line 105. To be weak is miserable Doing or suffering. • Booh i. Line 157. And out of good still to find means of evil. Book i. Line 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells ! hail, horrors ! hail. Book i. 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. Book i. Line 253. Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. Book i. Line 261. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Book i. Line 275. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills, to be the mast Of some great ammiral, were but a wand. Book i. Line 292 Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where the Etrurian shades High over-arched imbower Book i. Line 303 142 MILTON. Awake ! arise ! or be forever fallen ! Book i. Line 330 Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Book i. Line 423. Execute their airy purposes. Book i. Line 430 When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Book i. Line 500. Th' imperial ensign, which, full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. Book i. Line 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds : At which the universal host up-sent A shout that tore Hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Book i. Line 540. In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Book i. Line 550. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured. Book i. Line 591. In. dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Book i. Line 597. MILT OX. 143 Thrice he assayed, and thrice, in spite of scorn, Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Book i. Line 619 Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Book i. Line 618 Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From Heaven ; for ev n in Heaven his looks and thoughts "Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of Heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatilic. Book i. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in Hell : that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Book i. Line 690. A fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day. Book i. 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. Book i. Line 781 144 MILTON. 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. Book ii. Line 1 Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assured us. Book ii. Line 39 The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in Heaven, now fiercer by despair. Book ii. Line 44 Rather than be less Cared not to be at all. Book ii. Line 47. My sentence is for open war. Book ii. Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat : descent and fall To US is adverse. Book ii. Line 75 When the scourge Inexorable, and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Book ii. Line 90. But all was false and hollow, though his tongue Dropped manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason, to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Book ii. Line 112. MILT OX. 145 The ethereal mould [n capable of stain, would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repulsed, our final hope Ts flat despair. Book ii. 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 Iu the wide womb of uncreated night ? Book ii. Line 146. Unrespited, unpitied, unreprieved. Book ii. Line 185. The never ending flight Of future days. Book ii. Line 221. 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 Atlanteari shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Book ii. Line 300. The palpable obscure. Book ii Line 406 10 146 MILTON. Oh, shame to men ! devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Book ii. 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, ami reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will and fate ; Fixed fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost. Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy. Book ii. Line 565 Arm the obdured breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Book ii. Line 568. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Book ii. Line 620. Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire. Book ii. 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 Nighl, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, Aid shook a dreadful dart. Book ii. Line 670 HILTON. 147 Whence and what art thou, execrable shape ? Book ii. Line 681. Death Grinned horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be filled. Booh ii. Line 845. "Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars. Booh ii. Line 894. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Booh ii. Line 995. Hail, holy light ! offspring of Heaven first- born. Booh iii. Line 1. 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. Book iii. Line 40. Since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Booh iii. Line 495. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished heads. Booh iv. Line 34 148 MILTON. And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems- a heaven. Book iv. Line 76 So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear. Farewell remorse ; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Booh iv. Line 108. That practised falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal. Booh iv. Line 122. For contemplation he and valor formed, For softness she, and sweet attractive grace. Booh iv. Line 297. 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. Booh iv. Line 300. Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Booh iv. Line 823. And with necessity, The tyrant's plea, excused his devilish deeds. Booh iv. Line 393. Imparadised in one another's arms. Book iv. Line 500. Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad. Booh iv. Line 598 MILTON. 149 With thee conversing, I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Book iv. Line 639. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. Book iv. Line 677. Hail, wedded love ! mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. Book iv. Line 750. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touched lightly. Book iv. Line 810. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Book iv. Line 830. All hell broke loose. Book iv. Line 918. Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl. Book v. Line 1. Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows.* Book v. Line 71. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good ! Book v. Line 153. A wilderness of sweets. Book v. Line 294. Another morn Risen on mid-noon. Book v. Line 310. * That good diffused may more abundant grow. Cowfer. Conversation 152 MILTON. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delayed to strike, though oft invoked. Book xi. Line 491 The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. Book xii. Line 64G PARADISE REGAINED. Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise. Book ill. Line 56 Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Book iv. Line 240. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democraty, Shook the arsenal, and fulmined over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Book iv. Line 2G7 As children gathering pebbles on the shore. Book iv. Line 330 SAMSON AGONISTES. And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Line 87. Ran on imbattled armies clad in iron. Line 129 MILTON. 153 Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe ? Line 560, 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 bates. Line 1538. Tame villatic fowl. Line 1695. Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot, Which men call earth. Line 5. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Line 13. Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. Line 1 33. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beckoning sbadows-dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses. Line 205 154 MILTON. 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 244. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven-down Of darkness till it smiled. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul - And lap it in Elysium. Line 256. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea simk. Line 373. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day ; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun. Line, 381 So dear to heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her. Line 453 How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose ; MILTON. 155 But musical as is Apollo's lute,* And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns. Line 476. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death. Line 560. What need a vermeil-tinctured lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn ? Line 752. 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. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Line 1012. LTCIDAS. I come to pluck your berries, harsh and crude, And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Line 3. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Line 10. * As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute. Love's Labor 's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 3. 156 MILTON. Without the meed of some melodious tear. Line 14. 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. Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark. Line 101. The pilot of the Galilean lake. Line 109. 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. Line 168. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Line 193. IL PENSEROSO. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. Line 8. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Line 39 And add to these retired Leisure, ' That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Line 49. MILTON. 157 Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Line 61. Save the cricket on the hearth. Line 82 Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine. Line 99. 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. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light. Line 159. L ALLEGKO. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles. Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Line 25 Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe. Line 3L 158 MILTON. And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Line 67. Meadows trim with daisies pied. Line 75. Where perhaps some beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighboring eyes. Line 79. Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phyllis dresses. Line 85. Towered cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. Line 117. Ladies, whoso bright eyes Rain influence. Line 121. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakspeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. Line 131. And ever, against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. Line 135. The hidden soul of harmony. Line 144 MILTON. 159 SONNETS. As ever in my great task-master's eye. Sonnet vii. That old man eloquent. Sonnet x That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. Sonnet xi. License they mean when they cry liberty. Sonnet xii. Peace hath her victories No less renowned than war. Sonnet xvi. They also serve who only stand and wait. Sonnet xix. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Eight onward. Sonnet xxii. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Sonnet xxii. But 0, as to embrace me she inclined, I waked ; she fled ; and day brought back my night. Sonnet xxiii Under a star-y pointing pyramid. Dear son of memory, great heir of fame. Epitaph on Shakspeare. 160 BASSE. — VA tTGHAN. — D ESTRANGE. 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 Shakspeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. On Shakspeare, HENRY VATTGHAN. 1614-1695. I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days ; My days which are at best but didl and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. They are all gone. Dear beauteous death ; the jewel of the just. 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. ROGER L'ESTRANGE. 1616-1704. Though this may be play to you, 'T is death to us.* Fables from several Authors. Fable 39b. * One man's anguish is another's sport. Young. Satire vii. BUTLER. 161 SAMUEL BUTLER. 1612-1680. HUDIBRAS. We grant, altho' lie had much wit. Tie was very shy of using it. Part i. Canto i. Line 45. Besides, '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. Part i. Canto i. Line 61. He could distinguish, and divide A hair, 'twixt south and southwest side. Part i. Canto i. Line 67. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. Part i. Canto i. Line 81. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore. Part i. Canto i. Line 131. He knew what 's what, and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. Part i. Canto i. Line 149. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.* Part i. Canto i. Line 161. * Often the cockloft is empty, in those which nature hath built many stories high. — Fuller. Holy and Profane States. B. v. ch. xviii. 11 162 BUTLER. And prove their doctrine orthodox, By Apostolic blows and knocks. Part i. Canto i. Line 199. Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Part i. Canto i. Line 215. For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Part i. Canto i. Line 463. And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature, and their stars, to write. Part i. Canto i. Line 647. Quoth Hudibras, " I smell a rat ; * Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." Part i. Canto i. Line 821. Or shear swine, all cry and no wool. Part i. Canto i. Line 852. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831. Ay me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1. Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263 He had got a hurt Of the inside of a deadlier sort. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309 * See Proverbs, p. 409. BUTLER. 163 I am not now in fortune's power ; He that is down can fall no lower.* Part i. Canto iii. Line 877. Thou hast Outrun the Constable at last. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367. Some force whole regions, in despite 0' geography, to change their site ; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake ; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23. Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say, fools for arguments use wagers. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297. For what is worth in anything, But so much money as 't will bring. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465. Love is a boy by poets styled ; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.f Part ii. Canto i. Line 843 . The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, * He that is down need fear no fall. Bunyan. Pilgrim's Progress. t He that spareth his rod hateth his son. Proverbs, ch. xiii. 24 164 BUTLER. And, like a lobster boiled, the mom From black to red began to turn. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29. Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79 He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it. Part ii. Canlo ii. Line 377. As the Ancients Say wisely, Have a care o' th' main chance,* And look before you ere you leap ; For as you sow, y' are like to reap.f Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501. Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated, as to cheat. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1. He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261. To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catched, And count their chickens ere they 're hatched. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923. As quick as lightning, in the breach Just in the place where honor 's lodged, As wise philosophers have judged, « Be careful still of the main chance. — Dktden. Persius. Satire vi. t Cf. Tusser, ante, p. 26. Whatsoever a man soweth that ghail he also reap. — Galatians, ch. vi. 7. BUTLER. 165 Because a kick in that place more Hurts honor than deep wounds before, Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1067. As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. Pa* t iii. Canto i. Line 481. Still amorous and fond, and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Part 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. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277, Cause Grace and Virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin ; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffered to espouse. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293. Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our old Nick. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313 True as the dial to the sun, Although it be not shined upon. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.* Part iii. Canto iii. IJne 243. He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547. * See page 402. 166 DBTDEN. JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1700. Alexander's feast. None but the brave deserves the fair. Line 15 Sweet is pleasure after pain. Line 60, 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 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 78. For pity melts the mind to love. Line 96. "War, he sung, is toil and trouble ; Honor, but an empty bubble ; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. Line 99, Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. Line 106, DRYDEN. 167 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. He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an ansrel down. Line 169. ABSALOM AND ACH1TOPHEL. "Wliate'er he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please. Part i. Line 27. A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er informed the tenement of clay. Part i. Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.* Part i. Line 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son. Part i. Line 169- Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. Part i. Line 174. * What thin partitions sense from thought divide. Pope. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 262 1 68 BR YDEN. But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.* Part i. Line 198 The people's prayer — the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream.f Part i. Line 238. Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. Part i. Line 301. Not only hating David, hut the king. Part i. Line 512. Who think too little, and who talk too much. Part i. 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. Part i. Line 545. So over violent, or over civil, That every man Avith him was God or devil. Part i. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen. Part i. Line 645. * Greatnesse on goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land. From Knolles's History, (under a portrait of Mustapha I.) t Your old men shall dream dreams, your j-oung men shall see visions. — Joel ii. 28. DRY DEN. 169 Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. Part i. Line 868 Beware the fury of a patient man * Part i. Line 1005. For every inch, that is not fool, is rogue. Part ii. Line 463. CTMON AND IPHIGENIA. 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. She hugged the offender, and forgave the offence. Sex to the last. Line 367. And raw in fields the rude militia swarms ; Mouths without hands : maintained at vast ex- pense, 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. Line 400 Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Line 407. * Furor fit loesa seepuis patientia. Ptjblius Syrus. 170 DRYDEN. Like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. 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. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me. The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2. But Shakspeare'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.* Ibid. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, men favor 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 possessed. * Quos laeserunt et oderunt. — Seneca, Be Ira, Lib. ii. cap. xxxiii. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem laeseris. — Tacitus, Agricola, 42, 4. DRTDEN. 171 Strange cozenage ! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. Awengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1 , His hair just grizzled As in a green old age. (Edipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellowed long ; Even wondered at, because he dropt 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. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. She, though in full blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold, even in the summer of her age. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 1. There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know. The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the porcelain clay of human kind.* Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. I Look round the habitable world, hoAV few Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue. Translation of Juvenal's 1(M Satire. * The precious porcelain of human clay. Bykon. Bon Juan. Canto iv. St. 11. 172 . DRYDEN. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba 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. Imitation of Horace. Book i. Ode 29. Line 65. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Mac Flecknoe. Line 20. The spectacles of hooks. Essay on Dramatic Poetry. Love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.* Pal anion and Arcile. Book ii. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and Fox. Line 452, And that one hunting, which the devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind. Theodore and Honoria. 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. On Milton, * Perjuria ridet amantium Jupiter. Tibullus. Lib. iii. El. 6. Line 49. A Latin proverb translated by Shakspeare, Dryden, and others. BAXTER. — B UN TAN. — KING. 173 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, JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688. And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see. Apology for his Book Some said, " John, print it," others said, " Not so,' Some said, " It might do good," others said, " No.' Ibid, The Slough of Despond. Pilgrim's Progress, "WILLIAM KING. 1663-1712. And sat upon a rock, and bobbed for whale. Upon a Giant's Angling Faint heart ne'er won fair lady.* Orpheus and Eurydice. Line 184 * And let us mind, faint heart ne'er won A lady fair. Burks to Dr. Blaeklock- 174 ROCHESTER.— ROSCOMMON.— OTWAT. EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. 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. EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1634-1685. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Essay on Translated Verse. THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. 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 SHEFFIELD. — LEE. 175 SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE 1649-1721. 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 ?aw. 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. NATHANIEL LEE. 1650-1692. Then he will talk — good gods, how he will talk ! Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. See the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpet, beat the drums. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1. 'T is beauty calls and glory leads the way. Ibid. Activ.Sc. 2. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. Ibid. Act iv. Sc. 2. 176 WALTER POPE.— NORMS. — BROWN. DR. WALTER POPE. 1714. May I govern my passion with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better, as my strength wears away. The Old Man's Wish. JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711. How fading are the joys we dote upon ! Like apparitions seen and gone ; But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong ; Like angel's visits, short and bright, Mortality 'a too weak to bear them long. The Parting. TOM BROWN. 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.* * Non amo te, Sabidi, nee possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te. Martial, Ep. 1. xxxiii. Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas ; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement un chose; C'est que je ne vous aime pas. Roger de Bussy, Comle de Rabutin, Epistle 33, Book 1. DEFOE. — GIFFORD.— PRIOR. 177 DANIEL DEFOE. 1661-1731. "Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always bnikls a chapel there ; * And 't will be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1. RICHARD GIEFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound ; All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things. Contemplation ♦ MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721. Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock. Be to her merits kind, And to her faults whate'er they are be blind. Prologue to the Royal Mischief. Abra was ready ere I called her name ; And though I called another, Abra came. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Part ii. Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, Ant) often took leave ; but was loth to depart. The Thief and the Cordelier. * See Proverbs, page 410. 178 PRIOR. Of two evils I have chose the least.* Imitation of Horace Here lies what once was Matthew Prior ; f The son of Adam and of Eve : Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher ? Epitaph on Himself. Odds life ! must one swear to the truth of a song ? A Better Answer. That, if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they. Hans Carvel. The end must justify the means. Ibid. And virtue is her own reward. Ode in Imitation of Horace. B. iii. Od. 2. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less. % Henry and Emma. Our hopes, like tow'ring falcons, aim At objects in an airy height ; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight. To the Hon. Charles Montafpce. *? Of two evils the less is always to be chosen. — Thomas A Kempis. Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Cli. 12. f The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior: — Johnnie Carnegie lais heer. Descendit of Adam and Eve, v Gif on}' con gang hieher, Ise willing give him lere. J Fine by defect and delicately weak. — Pope, p. 194. 179 JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719. CATO. 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. Act i. Sc. 1. Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and Cresar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. Act i. Sc. 1. '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. Act i. Sc. 4. '"Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the North. Act i. Sc. 4. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. Act i. Sc. 4. My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? Act ii. Sc. 1 180 A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Act ii. Sc. 1 The woman that deliberates is lost. Act iv.Sc. 1, When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honor is a private station. Act iv. Sc. 2. It must be so. — Plato, thou reasonest well. Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Act v. Sc. 1. 'T is the divinity that stirs within us ; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Act v. Sc. 1. I 'm weary of conjectures. Act v. Sc. 1. My death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. Act v. Sc. 1. The soul secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. Act v. Sc. 1. The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds. Act v. Sc. 1 And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.* The Campaign. Line 291. * Frequently ascribed to Pope. Dunciad. Book iii. Line 264. ADDISON. — SOUTHERNE. 181 For wheresoe'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around. And still I seem to tread on classic ground.* A Letter from Italy. 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. THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1659-1746. Pity 's akin to love.f Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1. * Malone states that this was the first time the phrase classic ground, since so common, was ever used, t Wo. I pity you. Oli. That 's a degree to love. Shakspeaee. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. L 182 THEOBALD.— CIBBER. LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744. None but himself can be his parallel.* The Double Falsehood. COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757. The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome, Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. Richard III. Altered. Act iii. Sc. 1. I 've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now tho' 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. Off with his head ! so much for Buckingham ! Act iv. Sc. 3. With clink of hammers closing rivets up.f Act v. Sc. 3 Richard 's himself again ! Hark ! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away, My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray. Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. * Quseris Alcidai parem: Nemo est nisi ipse. Skneca. TTercules Fit rem. Act i. Sc 1. f Cf. Shakspeare, Henry V. Act iv. Chorus. TAELTON.—SE WELL. - BICKERSTAFF. 183 RICHARD TARLTON. The King of France, with forty thousand men Went up a hill, and so came down again. From the Pigges Corantoe, 1642. RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743. He lives to build, not boast a generous race ; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. The Bastard. Line 7 DR. GEORGE SEWELL. 1726. When all the blandishments of life are gone, The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on. The Suicide. ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. Circa 1735 . Perhaps it was right to dissemble your love, But — why did you kick me down stairs ? 'Tis Well its No Worse. I care for nobody, no, not I, If no one cares for me.* Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 3. * If naebody care for me, I'll care for naebody. Burns. / hae a Wife o' my Ain. 184 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. B. ii. Sat. 6 So geographers, in Afric maps,* "With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhahitahle downs Place elephants for want of towns. So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey ; And these have smaller still to bite 'em. And SO proceed ad infinitum. Poetry, a Rhapsody. 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 man- kind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together. Gulliver's Travels. * 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 beasts and unapproachable bogs. Plutarch. Thestu$ CONGREVE — ROWE. 185 WILLIAM CONGKEVE. 1669-1729. 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. Ibid. Act iii. Sc. 8. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. Ibid. Act v. -Sc. 12, If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me. The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12 Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou bar of the first magnitude. Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5. NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love ? The Fair Penitent. Act ii. Sc. 1. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario ? Ibid. Act v. Sc. 1. 186 pope. ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. ESSAY ON MAN. 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. Epistle i. Line 1, 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.* Epistle i. Line 13. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate. Epistle i. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Epistle i. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Epistle i. Line 87. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never is, but always to be blest. * And justify the ways of God to men. Paradise Lust, B. i. L. 2G pope. 187 The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind. Epistle i. Line 95. Far as the solar walk or milky way. Epistle i. Line 102. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, Has faithful dog shall bear him company. Epistle i. Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies ; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Epistle i. Line 123. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Epistle i. Line 200 The spider's touch how exquisitely fine ! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.* Epistle i. Line 217 * Much like a subtle spider which doth sit, In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; If ought do touch the utmost thread of it She feels it instantly on every side. Sir John Davies, (1570-1626.) Immortality of the Soul 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. Dkydejt. Marriage a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. L 188 What thin partitions sense from thought divide.* Epistle i. Line 226. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Epistle i. Line 267. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns, As the rapt seraph that adores and burns. Epistle i. Line 211. All nature is but art, unknown to thee ; All chance, direction, wdiich thou canst not see ; All discord, harmony not. under stood ; All partial evil, universal good ; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right. Epistle i. Line 289. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan ; The proper study of mankind is man.f Epistle ii. Line 1, Chaos of thought and passion, all confused ; Still by himself abused or disabused ; Created half to rise, and half to fall ; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all ; * Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide. Deyden, ante, p. 139. " Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementia? fuit." Senega, Be Tranquillitaie Animi, xvii. 10, quotes this from Aristotle, who gives as one of his Problemata (xsx. 1), A;u t'l navrec boot TreptTTol ysyovaaiv uvdpeg ij Kara L?j)GO8 Honor and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honor lies. Epistle iv. Line 193. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow ; The rest is all but leather or prunello. Epistle iv. Line 203. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Epistle iv. Line 215. A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod ; An honest man 's the noblest work of God.* Epistle iv. Line 247. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart : One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas : And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. Epistle iv. Line 254. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shined, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind ! * Man is his own star, and thaf soul that can Be honest, is the only perfect man. Fletcheh. Upon an Honest Man's Fortune 192 pope. Or, ravished with the whistling of a name, See Cromwell, damned to everlasting fame ! * Epistle iv. Line 281 Know then this truth (enough for man to know), " Virtue alone is happiness below." Epistle iv. Line 309. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through nature up to nature's God.f Epistle iv. Line 331. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.^ Epistle iv. Line 379. Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph, and partake the gale ? Epistle iv. Line 385. Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. Epistle iv. Line 390. That virtue only makes our bliss below, And all our knowledge is, ourselves to know. Epistle iv. Line 397. * May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damned to fame. Savage. Character of Foster. Damned by the Muse to everlasting fame. Lloyd. Epistle to a Friend. f You will find that' it is the modest, not the presumptuous inquirer, who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God — that is, he follows God in his works and in his word. Bolingbrokk. A Letter to Mr. Pope. J Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix legere Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au severe. Boileau. VArt Poitique. Chant I er . pope. 193 MORAL ESSAYS. To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for the observer's sake. Epistle i. Line 11. Like following life through creatures you dissect You lose it in the moment you detect. Epistle i. Line 29. Half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. Epistle i. Line 40. 'T is from high life high characters are drawn ; A saint hi crape is twice a saint in lawn. Epistle i. Line 135. 'T is education forms the common mind : Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined. Epistle i. Line 149. Manners with fortunes, humors turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.* Epistle i. Line 173. Odious ! in woollen ! 't would a saint provoke, Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. Epistle i. Line 246. And you, hrave Cobham ! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Epistle i. Line 262. Whether the charmer simier it, or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Epistle ii. Line 15. * Tempora mutantur nos et mutamur in illis. BORBONIUS. 13 194 pope. Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. Epistle ii. Line 19. Fine by defect, and delicately weak. Epistle ii. Line -13. With too much quickness ever to be taught ; With too much thinking to have common thought. Epistle ii. Line 97. To heirs unknown descends th' unguarded store, Or wanders, heaven-directed, to the poor. Epistle ii. Line 149. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavor, Content to dwell in decencies forever. Epistle ii. Line 163. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take ; But every woman is at heart a rake. Epistle ii. Line 215 See how the world its veterans rewards ! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. Epistle ii. Line 243. Oh ! blessed with temper, whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day. Epistle ii. Line 257. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or, if she rules him, never shows she rules. Epistle ii. Line 20 1 . And mistress of herself, though china fall. Epistle ii. Line 208. Woman 's at best a contradiction still. Epistle ii. Line 270 pope. 195 (Vho shall decide, when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me ? Epistle iii. Line 1 Blest paper-credit ! last and best supply ! That lends corruption tighter wings to fly. Epistle iii. Line 39 But thousands die without or this or that, Die, and endow a college or a cat. Epistle iii. Line 95. The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. - Epistle iii. Line 153. Extremes in nature equal good produce. Epistle iii. Line 161. Bise, honest muse ! and sing the man of Boss. Epistle iii. Line 250. Who builds a church to God, and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. Epistle iii. Line 285. Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. Epistle iv. Line 43. To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.* Epistle iv. Line 149. * In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at "Whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the con- elusion of his sermon : — "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the gospel, but abandon yourselves to your irreg- ular appetites, yon must expect to receive your reward in a certain place, which 't is not good manners to mention here." — Tom Brown. Laconics. Qaa 196 pope. an essay on criticise. 'T is with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each helieves his own.* Part i. Line 9 One science only will one genius fit ; So vast is art, so narrow human wit. Part i. Line GO- And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. Part i. Line 153. Pride, the never failing vice of fools. Part ii. Line 4. A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : f There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. Part ii. Line 15. Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise. Part ii. Line 32. "Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. % Part. ii. Line 53. * But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, / So in our very judgments, &c. Suckling. Epilogue to Aglaura. t A little philosophy inelineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to 'religion. Lokd Bacon. Essay on Atheism. | " High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be. Suckling. Epilogue to The Goblins. pope. 197 True wit is nature to advantage dressed, What oft was thought, hut ne'er so well expressed. Pan ii. Line 97. "Words are like leaves ; and where they most ahound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. Part ii. Line 109 Such labored nothings, in so strange a style. Part ii. Line 126. In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic, if too new or old : Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. Part ii. Line 133. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire, "While expletives their feeble aid do join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line. Part ii. Line 1M. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That, like a wounded snake, drags its slow length along * Part ii. Line 156. True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. Part ii. Line 162. The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, * Solvuntur, tardosque trahit sinus ultimus orbes. Yirgil. Georyics, Lib. iii. 421 198 pope. And the' smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Part ii. Line 165. For fools admire, but men of sense approve. Part ii. Line 191. Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But Like a shadow, proves the substance true. Part ii. Line 266. To err is human, to forgive divine. Part ii. Line 325. All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye. Part ii. Line 358. And make each day a critic on the last. Part iii. Line 12. Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot. Part iii. Line 15, The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head. Part iii. Line 53. pope. 199 For fools rush in where angels fear to tread. Part iii. Line 66. Led by the light of the Maeonian star. Part iii. Line 89. Content if hence the unlearned their wants may view, The learned reflect on what before they knew.* Part iii. Line 179. THE RAPE OF THE LOCK. What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things. Canto i. Line 1. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. Canto i. Line 134. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Canto ii. Line 7. If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you '11 forget them all. Canto ii. Line 17. Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.f Canto ii. Line 27. * " Indocti discant et anient meminisse periti." This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Re- nault's Abrege Chronologique, and in the preface to the third edition of this work, He'nault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet. t She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. Deydex. Persius, Satire i 200 pope. Here thou, great Anna ! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take — and sometimes tea. Canto iii. Line 7. At every Avord a reputation dies. Canto iii. Line 10, The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang, that jurymen may dine. Canto iii. Line 21. Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his hall-shut eyes. Canto iii. Line 117. The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever ! Canto iii. Line 153. wins the soul. Canto v. Line 34. EPISTLE TO DE. ARBUTHNOT. PROLOGUE TO THE SATIRES. Line 1. Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. Line 5. E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath-day to me. Line 12 Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, POPE. 201 A clerk foredoomed his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross. Line 15. Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song. Line 27. Obliged by hunger and request of friends. Line 44. Fired that the house rejects him, " 'sdeath I '11 print it, And shame the fools." Line 61 No creature smarts so little as a fool. Line 84 Destroy his fib, or sophistry, in vain ! The creature 's at his dirty work again. Line 91. As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisped in numbers, for the numbers came. Line 127 Pretty ! in amber to observe the forms, Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms ! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. Line 169 And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. Line 187 Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. Line 197 202 pope. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. Line 201. By flatterers besieged, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged ; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause. Line 207. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he ? Line 213. Cursed be the verse, how well soe'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe. Line 283. Satire or sense, alas ! can Sporus feel, Who breaks a butterfly upon a Avheel ? Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Line 314. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Line 333. 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. LinekYd. 203 SATIRES, EPISTLES, AXD ODES OF HORACE. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Book ii. Satire i. Line 6. Satire 's my weapon, hut I 'm too discreet To run a muck, and tilt at all I meet. Book ii. Satire i. 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. Book ii. Satire i. Line 76. There St. John mingles with my friendly howl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Book ii. Satire i. Line 127. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, "Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.* Book ii. Satire ii. Line 159. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame, f Book ii. Epistle i. Line 26. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 111. Who says in verse what others say in prose. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 201. * See the Odyssey, Book xv. line 84. t Above any Greek or Roman name. Dkydex. Upon the Death of Lord Eastings. 204 pope. Waller was smooth ; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 266. The last and greatest art, the art to blot. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 280. The many-headed monster of the pit. Book ii. Epistle i. Line 304. Years following years steal something every day ; At last they steal us from ourselves away. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast an egg. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 85. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Book ii. Epistle ii. Line 163. Vain was the chief's, the sage's pride ! They had no poet, and they died. Book iv. Ode 9. Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Epilogue to the. Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136 Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night : God said, " Let Newton be ! " and all was light. Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Neuion. THE DUNCIAD. thou ! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver ! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair. Book i. Line 21, POPE. 205 And solid pudding against empty praise. Book i. Line 54 Noav night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. Book i. Line 89. Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. Book i. Line 91 Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll In pleasing memory of all he stole. Book i. Line 127. How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail. Book i. Line 279. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. Book ii. Line 34. All crowd, "who foremost shall be damned to fame. Book iii. Line 158. Silence, ye wolves ! while Ealph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous ; * — answer him, ye owls. Book iii. Line 165. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits. Book iv. Line 92. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. Book iv. Line 188. Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read ; For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it. Book iv. Line 249 * Making night hideous. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4.. 206 POPE. Led by my hand, lie sauntered Europe round, And gathered every vice on Christian ground. Book iv. Line 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring dined. Book iv. Line 318. Stretched on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. Book iv. Line 342. E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. Book iv. Line 614. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires, Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine ; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine ! Lo ! thy dread empire, Chaos, is restored ; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch ! lets the curtain fall ; And universal darkness buries all. Book iv. Line 649. ELOISA TO ABELAED. Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banished lover, or some captive maid. Line 51. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Line 57. pope. 207 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 7i, And love the offender } T et detest the offence. Line 1U2. 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.* Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll ; Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Line 324. He best can paint them who shall feel them most. Line last. UNIVERSAL PRAYER. Father of all ! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. Ibid. And deal damnation round the land. Ibid. * Priests, tapers, temples, swam before my sight. Edmusd Smith. Phcedra and Eipnohfvs. 208 Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me. Ibid. Vital spark of heavenly flame, Quit, quit this mortal frame. The Dying Christian to his Soul Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away ! Ibid. Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? Ibid. Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! grave ! where is thy victory ? death ! where is thy sting ? Ibid. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Ode on Solitude. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps and points to yonder glade ? To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honored, and by strangers mourned. Ibid. Line 51 POPE. 209 And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show. Ibid. Line 57. How loved, how honored 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 ! Ibid. LineU. Ye Gods ! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy. Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Ch. 11. Of manners gentle, of affections mild ; In wit a man, simplicity a child.* Epitaph on Gay. The saint sustained it, but the woman died. Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died. Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt. A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come ; Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.f Epigram. * Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. Diiyde.x. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. t His wit invites you by his looks to come; But when you knock, it never is at home. Cowper. Conversation. 14 210 POPE. I am his Highness's dog at Kew ; Pray tell me, sir, whose clog are you ? On the Collar of a Dog. Descend, ye Nine. Ode on St. Cecilia's Day. There take, (says Justice), take ye each a shell, "We thrive at Westminster on foois like you : 'T Avas a fat oyster — live in peace — adieu. Verbatim from Boileau. ODYSSEY. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. Book ii. Line 315. Far from gay cities and the ways of men. Book xiv. Line 410. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme. Book xv. Line 79. True friendship's laws are hy this rule expressed, Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.* Book xv. Line 83. This is the Jew That Shakspeare drew.f * Welcome the coming, speed the going guest. Book II. Satire ii. Line 160. Page 203. t On the 14th February, 1741, Maeklin established his fame as an actor, in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice," and restored to the stage a play which had been forty years supplanted by Lord Lansdowne's "Jew of Venice.'' TICK ELL. — PARNELL. 211 THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Nor e'er "was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit, or more welcome shade. On the Death of Addison. Line 45 There taught us how to live ; and (oh ! too high The price for knowledge) taught us how to die.* On tlie Death of Addison. Line 81. 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. THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1718. Remote from man, with God he passed the days, Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. Line 5. Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit, that he, as it were involuntarily, ex- claimed, "This is the Jew That Shakspeare 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. pt. ii. p. 469. * To teach him bow to live, And oh ! still harder lesson ! how to die. Beilby Porteus. Death. 212 GAT. Let those love now, who never lov'd before, Let those who always loved, now love the more.* Tlie Pervigilium Veneris, 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 What D'ye Call 't. Act ii. Sc. 8. So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er, The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 9. O'er the hills and far away. The Beggars' Opera. Act i. Sc. 1. How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away. Ibid. All in the Downs the fleet was moored. Sweet William's Farewell to Blackeyed Susan. Whence is thy learning ? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? f The Shepherd and the . * "Written in the time of Julius Caesar, and by some as- cribed to Catullus: — Cras amet qui numquam amayit ; Quique amavit, eras amet. t The midnight oil was a common phrase; it is used by Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others. MONTAGUE. 213 When yet was ever found a mother Who 'd give her booby for another ? The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy. While there is life there 's hope, he cried.* The Sick Man and the Angel. And when a lady 's in the case, You know all other things give place. The Hare and many Friends. Life 's a jest, and all things show it ; I thought so once, and now I know it. Epitaph on Himself. LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGUE. 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.f The Lady's Resolve. And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.j The Lover. * , ~Ekm6ec kv faoioiv, aveTimarot 81 d-avovrec. Theocritus. Id. iv. Line 42. t The Larhfs Resolve was a fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montague, after her marriage (1713). The ast lines were taken from Overbury: — The Wife, St. 36. " In part to blame is she Which hath without consent been only tried ; lie comes too near that comes to be denied. '' % What say you to such a supper with such a woman? Byeojsi. Note to Letter on Bowles. 214 BYROM.—FARQ UEAB. JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763. Some say, compared to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's hut a ninny ; Others aver that lie to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee. On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.% As clear as a whistle. The Astrologer Bone and skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it ; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it. Epigram on Two Monopolists. GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707. Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honor. Kite. Oh ! a mighty large bed ! bigger by half than the great bed at "Ware — ten thousand peo- ple may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. * ".Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine." Byrom's Remains ( Cheltenham Soc.) vol. i. p. 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope. Vide Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope. BRERETON. — BERKELEY.— CAREY. 215 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.* BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; 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; HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743. God save our gracious king, Long live our noble king, God save the king. God save the King.] To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3. * This Epigram is fceneralh" ascribed to Chesterfield. t The authorship both of the words and music of " God save the King " has Ionic been a matter of dispute, and is still unsettled, though the weight of the evidence is in favor of Carey's claim. 216 BLAIR. Go call a coach, and let a coach he called, And let the man who calleth be the caller ; And in his calling let him nothing call, But Coach ! Coach ! Coach ! for a coach, ye gods ! Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 4. Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally.* Sally in our Alley. ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747. The Grave, dread thing ! Men shiver when thou 'rt named : Nature appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Line 9. Friendship ! mysterious cement of the soul ! Sweet'ner of life ! and solder of society ! Ibid. Line 88. Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance. Ibid. 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. Ibid. Part ii. Line 586 * Of all the girls that e'er was seen There 's none so line as Nelly. Swift. Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet. 217 EDWARD YOUNG. 1681-1765. NIGHT THOUGHTS. Tired Nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep ! Night i. Line 1 . Creation sleeps. 'T is as the gen'ral pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause ! prophetic of her end. Night i. Line 23. The bell strikes one. "We take no note of time, But from its loss. Night i. Line 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. Night i. Line 67 To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Night i. Line 154. Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice : and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. Night i. Line 212 Be wise to-day ; 't is madness to defer.* Night i. Line 390. Procrastination is the thief of time. Night i. Line 393. * Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise. Congbeve. Letter to Cobliam. 218 YOUNG. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. Night i. Liie 417 All men think all men mortal hut themselves. Niglii i. Line 424. lie mourns the dead, who lives as they desire. Night ii. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds ; they can tell. Night ii. Line 51. Thy purpose firm, is equal to the deed : Who does the best his circumstance allows, Does well, acts nobly ; angels could no more. Night ii. Line 90. " I 've lost a day " — the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown. Night ii. Line 99. Ah ! how unjust to nature, and himself, Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man. Night ii. Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Night ii. Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, heaven invites, Hell threatens. Night ii. Line 292. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them, what report they bore to heaven. Night ii. Line 376. Thoughts shut up, Avant air, And spoil like bales unopened to the sun. Nigld ii. Line 466 YOUNG. 219 How blessings brighten as they take their flight ! Night ii. Line 602. The chamber where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Night ii. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. Night ii. Line 641„ "Woes cluster ; rare are solitary woes ; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.* Night iii. Line 63. Beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! 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. Night iii. Line 104. Heaven's sovereign saves all beings but himself, That hideous sight, — a naked human heart. Night iii. Line 226. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm. Night iv. Line 10. * One woe doth tread upon another's heel, — So fast they follow. Hamlet, Act iv. Sc. 7. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. Hjskrick. Hespei-ides, Aphorisms, Xo. 287. 220 YOUNG. Man makes a death, which Xature never made.* Night iv. Line 15 Wi=liing. of all employments, is the worst. Night iv. Line 71 Man wants but little, nor that little, long.f Night iv. Line 118 A God all mercy, is a God unjust. Night iv. Line 23: 'T is impious in a good man to be sad. Night iv. Line 676 A christian is the highest style of man.i Night iv. Line 788. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Night iv. Line 843, By night an atheist half-believes a God. Night v. Line 177. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaFd, and went to heaven. Night v. Line 600 Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen, as our sun declines. Night v. Line 661. * And taught the sons of men To make a death -which Nature never made. Beilbt Porteus. Death. * Man wants but little here below, Xor wants that little long. Goldsmith. The Hermit. X A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman. J. C. Hake. Guesses at Truth. YOUNG. 221 "Wlille man is growing, life is in decrease ; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.* Night v. Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Xight v. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Night v. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. Night v. Line 101 1. Pigmies are pigmies still, though perched on Alps, And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Night vi. Line 309. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids ; Her monuments shall last, when Egypt's fall. Night vi. Line 314. And all may do, what has by man been done. Nigld vi. Line G06. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night vii. Line 496, Prayer ardent opens heaven. Night viii. Line 721. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night viii. Line 793. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Night viii. Line 1054. * Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave. — Bishop Hall's Epistles. Dec. iii. Epist. ii. 222 YOUNG. Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.* Night ix. Line 167 An undevout astronomer is mad. Night ix. Line 771, The course of Nature is the art of God.f Night ix. Line 1267. LOVE OF FAME. The love of praise, howe'er concealed by art Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart. Satire i. Line 51. Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Satire i. Line 89. None think the great unhappy but the great. J Satire i. Line 238. Where nature's end of language is declined, And men talk only to conceal the mind.§ Satire ii. Line 207. Be wise with speed ; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Satire ii. Line 282. * Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. Burns. To a Mountain Daisy. t In brief, all things are artificial ; for Nature is the art of God. Sir Thomas Buowxe. Religio Medici, Sect. xvi. J As if misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great. Rowe. The Fair Penitent. Prologue. § The germ of this thought is found in Jeremy Taylor: Lloyd, South, Butler, Young, and Goldsmith have repeated it after him; see page -400. YO UNG. 223 Think nought a trifle, though it small appear ; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year And trifles life. /Satire vi Line 208. One to destroy, is murder by the law ; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe ; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. Satire vii. Line 55. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.* Satire vii. Line 97. The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. 77ie Revenge. Act v. Sc. 1. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. Ibid. Act v. Sc. 2. Accept a miracle, instead of wit, See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ. Lines Written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chester field. \ Time elaborately thrown away. The Last Day. Book i. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed, * Imitated by Crabbe in the Parish Register, Part i., in- troduction, and taken oi'iginally from Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy, Part iii. Sect. 2, Mem. 1, Subs. 2. " But to en- large or illustrate this power or effects of love is to set a can- dle in the sun." t From Mitford's Life of Young. 224 ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748. DIVINE SONGS. A flower, when offered in the hud, Is no vain sacrifice. Song xiL Let dogs delight to hark and hite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too. Song xvi. 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. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, three in one ; Be honor, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven. Glory to the Father and the Son, Hush ! my dear, lie still and slumber ; Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. A Cradle Hymn. GREEN.*— CENTLIVRE. 225 'T is the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him com- plain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." The Sluggard And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two.* Against Lying Hark ! from the tombs a doleful sound. A Funeral Thought. Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19. The mind 's the standard of the man. Hoik Lyricce. Book ii. False MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737. Fling but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. Line 9b. SUSANNAH CENTLIVRE. 1667-1722. The real Simon Pure. A Bold Stroke for a Wife. Act v. Sc. 1. * Cf. Herbert. The Church Porch. 15 226 EILL.— TUKE. AARON HILL. 1685-1750. First, then, a woman will, or won 't, — depend on 't ; If she will do 't, she will ; and there 's an end on 't. But, if she won 't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront : and jealousy injustice.* Epilogue to Zara. 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 : Use 'em kindly, they rebel ; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well. Ibid. SIR SAMUEL TUKE. 1G73. 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. * 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. THOMSON. 227 JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. THE SEASONS. Come, gentle Spring ! ethereal Mildness ! come. 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 labor, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven ! Line 1158. The meek-eyed Morn appears, mother of dews. Summer. Line 47. But yonder comes the powerful King of Day Rejoicing in the east. Line 81. Ships dim-discovered, dropping from the clouds. Line 946. 228 THOMSON. Sighed and looked unutterable things. Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. Line 1285 So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. Line 1346. Loveliness !Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned, adorned the most. Autumn, Line 204. For still the world prevailed, and its dread laugh. Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. Line 233. See Winter comes, to rule the varied year. Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. Line 393. The kiss, snatched hasty from the side-long maid. • Line 625. These as they change, Almighty Father ! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Hymn. Line 1. Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade. Line 25. From seeming evil still educing good. Line 114 DYER. 229 Come then, expressive silence, muse his praise. Line 118. Placed far amid the melancholy main. Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. A little round, fat, oily man of God. Canto i. St. 69 Rule Britannia, Britaimia rules the waves ; Britons never will be slaves. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5. 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, " For ever Fortune." Sophonisba ! Sophonisba, ! * Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2. 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. JOHN DYEE. 1700-1758. Ever charming, ever new, "When will the landscape tire the view ? Grongar Hill. Line 103. The line was altered, after the second edition, to " O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine." 230 D ODDR1D GE. — D ODSLE 7. — BRO WN. 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.* 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 Riss. JOHN BROWN. 1715-1765. Now let us thank the Eternal Power : convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction, That oft the cloud which wraps the present hoi^r, Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. & * From Ortin's Life of Doddridge. 231 SAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784. VANITY OF HUM AX WISHES. Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru. Line. 1. There mark what ills the scholar's life assail, — Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. Line 1-59. He left a 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. Line 257. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. Line 303. From Marlborough's eyes the tears of dotage flow, Ami Swift expires, a driveller and a show. Line 316, l Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate. Line 346. Catch, then, O 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. 232 JOHNSON. LONDON. Of all the griefs that harass the distressed, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest. Line lj>fi This mournful truth is everywhere confessed, S]^wj_-is° y w-rth h y pov^rt}^ rj^p^ggprl j ,-„ r 175. Each change of many-colored life he drew. Exhausted worlds and then imagined new. Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. And panting Time toiled after him in vain. Ibid. For we that live to please must please to live. Ihid. Hoav small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure ! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. "With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Line added to Goldsmith's Desert/ d Village. 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 prom- ises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the pres- ent day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia. Rasstlas. Chap. i. jonxsox. 233 Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.* From Dr. Madden' s " Boulter's Monument." Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745. In Misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh, "Where hopeless Anguish poured his groan, And lonely Want retired to die. Epitaph on Robert Levett. Phillips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power or 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 augels wake thee with a note like thine. Epitaph on Claudius Phillips, the Musician. A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn. f Epitaph on Goldsmith. * Words are women, deeds are men. Herbert. Jacula Prudent u Words are women, and deeds are men. Sir Thomas Bodley. Letter to l/is Librarian 1604. Words are for women; actions for men. Thomas Fuller. Gnomohgia. t Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit. He adorns whatever he attempts. Fekelon. Eulogy on Cicero Whatever subject he either speaks or writes upon, he adorns it with the most splendid eloquence. Chesterfield's Letters. Vol. ii. p. 289. 234 LYTTELTON. Hell is paved with good intentions.* BosweU's Life of Johnson. Ibid Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.f Ibid. Claret is the liquor for boys ; port for men ; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. 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, Piozzi 39. LORD LYTTELTON. 1709-1773. For his chaste Muse employed her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thoughts One line, which dying he could wish to blot. Prologue to Thomson's Coriolnnus. None without hope e'er loved the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. * Hell is full of good meanings and wishings. Herbert. J acuta PruJenlum. t Parody on the line in Brooke's Gustavus Vasa. First edition. " Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free." MOORE. 235 Where none admire, 't is useless to excel ; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle. Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. Alas ! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain ; The heart can ne'er a transport know, That never feels a pain. Song. EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757. Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessened yours ? Fable ix. The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties while she hides, reveals ; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was. Fable x. The Spider and the Bee. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound. Ibid. Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The Happy Marriage. 'T is now the summer of your youth : time hag not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sor- row long has washed them. The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4. SHENSTONE. 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.* Written on the Window of an Inn. So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Part L I have found out a gift for my fair ; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. Ibid. Part ii 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. St. 5. Pun-provoking thyme. Ibid. St. 11. A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo. ibid. St. 28. * There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced, as by a good tavern or iun. — Johnson. Buswell's Life, (1766.) Archbishop Leighton used often to say, that if he were to •hoose a place to die in, it should be an inn. PHILIPS. - AKEXSIDE. — GARRICR. 237 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. MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. The man forget not, though in rags he lie3, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. Epistle to Curio. DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779. Their cause I plead, — plead it in heart and mind ; A fellow feeling makes one wondrous kind.* Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776, 10th June. Let others hail the rising sun : I bow to that whose race is run. On the Death of Mr. Pelham. Heaven sends us good meat, but the devil sends cooks. Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. * I jvould help others, out of a fellow-feeling. — Burton. Inafojjiy of Melancholy ; Democritus to the Reader. Non iguara mali, miseris succurrere disen. Vikgil. JEneid, Lib. i. £30. 238 GRAY. THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE. Ah, happy hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain ! They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast. Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play ; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. And moody madness laughing wild, Amid severest woe. To each his sufferings ; all are men, Condemned alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, The unfeeling for his own. Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies. GRA Y. 239 Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.* THE PROGRESS OF POESY. O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love. Part i. St. 3. Ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. Part iii. St. I. 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. Part iii. St. 2. Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.f Part ii. St. 3. Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great. p m -t iii. St. 3. * From ignorance our comfort flows, The only wretched are the wise. Priok. To the lion. Charles Montague. He that increaseth knowledge, increaseth sorrow. — Eccle- siastes i. 18. t Words that weep and tears that speak. Cowley. The Prophet 240 THE BAKD. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air.* Part i. St. 2. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes ; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. | Part i. -Sit. 3. Give ample room, and verge enough,! The characters of Hell to trace. Part ii. St. 1 Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm. Part ii. St. 2. Visions of glory, spare my aching sight. Part iii. St. 1. And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. Part iii. St. 3. The still small voice of gratitude. Ode to Music. Line 64. * An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care. CowlkV. Davidtis. Book ii. Line 102. The imperial ensign, which full high advanced, Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind. Paradise Lust. Book i. Line 536. t As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart. Julius Cmsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee. Otway. Venice Preserved. Act v { 1 have a soul that like an ample shield, Can take in all, and verge enough for more. Diiyden. Dim Sebastian. Act i. Se. 1 241 ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. Each iii his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. \ Where through the long-drawn aisle and lretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praibe. Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll.* Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.f * Rich with the spoils of nature. — Sir Thomas Browne. Relic/. Med. Part i. Sect. xiii. t Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air. Churchill. Gotham. Book II. 16 242 GRAY. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Along the cool sequestered vale of life, They kept the noiseless tenor of their way. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. Nor cast one longing lingering look behind. E'en from the tomb the voice' of nature cries, E'en in our ashes, live their wonted fires.* THE EPITAPH. A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown ; Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, * Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken. Chaucek Reve's Prologue, GRA T. 243 And melancholy marked him for her own. 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. 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. The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Virissitude. Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to impor- tune ; He had not the method of making a fortune. On his own Charactei . A favorite has no friend On the Death of a Favorite Cat. Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. A Long Story. Now as the Paradisaical pleasures of the Ma- hometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying Avitli Hour is, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. M Series. Letter iv 244 COLLINS. WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blessed ! in 1746. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honor 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. T/ie Passions. Line 1. Filled with fury, rapt, inspired. Ibid. Line 10. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. Ibid. Line 28. In notes by distance made more sweet. Ibid. Line 60. In hollow murmurs died away. Ibid. Line 68. Music ! sphere-descended maid, Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid ! Ibid. Line 95 Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell ; 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell. Eclogue 1. Line 5 COTTON.— HOME. 245 Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part ; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir Thomas Uanmer on his Edition of Shahspeare. In yonder grave a Druid lies. Ode on the Death of Thomson. NATHANIEL COTTON. 1721-1788. 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. St. 3. Thus hand in hand through life Ave '11 go ; Its checkered paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we '11 tread. Ibid. St. 13. JOHN HOME. 1722-1808. 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 fed his flocks. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 1, 246 GOLDSMITH. OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. THE TRAVELLER. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. 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.* Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home. Line 11. 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. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. Line 217. * For all their luxury was doing good. Garth. Claremonl, Line 148. He tried the luxury of doing good. Ckabbe. Tales of the Hall, Book iii. GOLDSMITH. 247 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. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand Where the broad ocean leans against the land. Line 282. Pride hi their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by.* 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. I Line 386. Forced from their homes, a melancholy train. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That 'bliss which only centres in the mind. Line 423. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13. * Lord of human kind. — Dkydkn. The Spanish Friar^ Act ii. Su. 1. 248 GOLDSiriTH. 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. Line 51 And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 62. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease. Line 99. While resignation gently slopes the way, — And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 100. 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. * C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut detruire. et qu'un snuffle a produit. De Caux. ( Comparing the world to his hour-glass.) Who pants for glory fimls but short repose; A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows. Tope. Horace, Book ii. Epistle 1 GOLDSMITH. 249 Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Line 161. And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side. Line 164. Allured to brighter worlds, v and led the way. Line 1"0 Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remained to pray. Line 179. And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 184. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 192. Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Line 203. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still ; While 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 227 250 GOLDSMITH. 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. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329. Luxury! thou cursed by Heaven's decree. Line 385. That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 414. RETALIATION. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Line 24. Who, born for tbe universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for man- kind. Line 81. Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. Line 37. 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 03 GOLDSMITH. 251 An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Line 94. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 96. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back. Line 107. VICAR OF WAKEFIELD. Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.* Chap. viii. The Hermit. And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep. Ibid. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And cur of low degree. Chap. xvii. Elegy on a Mad Dog. The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. Hid. The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died. Ibid. * Cf. Yorao, page 220. 252 GOLDSMITH. When lovely -woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy ? What art can wash hei 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. Chapter xxiv. Measures, not men, have always been my mark.* The Good-natured Man. Act ii. A concatenation accordingly. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. Sc. 2. Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no fibs. Ibid. Act iii. But there 's no love lost between us.f Ibid. Act iv. The king himself has followed her "When she has walked before. Elegy on Mrs. Mary Dlaize. J * Of this stamp is the cant of Xot men, but measures ; sr sort of charm by which man}* people get loose from every hon- orable engagement. — Burke. Present Discontents. j A proverbial expression; Garrick also makes use of it in his correspondence, 1759. J Written in imitation of Chanson sur lefameux La Palisse, which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye. ' On dit que dans ses amours II fut caress^ des belles, Qui le suivirent toujours, Tant qu'il marcha devant elles." SMOLLETT. -PERCY. 253 Such dainties to thein, their health it might hurt ; It ? s like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.* The Haunch of Venison. 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 lo Independence. Facts are stubborn things. Translation of Gil Bias. Booh x. Ch. 1. Plain as a pikestaff. Ibid. Book xii. Ch. 8. THOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811. KELIQTJES OF ENGLISH POETRY. He that wold not when he might, He shall not when he wolda. The Baffled Knight. * If your friend is in want, don't carry him to the tavern, where you treat yourself as well as him, and entiiil a thirst and headache upon him next morning. To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy and till his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt