(From the text of Tyrwhitt.) Whanne that April with his shoures sote The droughte of March hath perced to the rote. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 1. And smale foules maken melodie, That slepen alle night with open eye, So priketh hem nature in hir corages; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 9. And of his port as meke as is a mayde. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 69. He was a veray parfit gentil knight. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 72. He coude songes make, and wel endite. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 95. Ful wel she sange the service devine, Entuned in hire nose ful swetely; And Frenche she spake ful fayre and fetisly, After the scole of Stratford atte bowe, For Frenche of Paris was to hire unknowe. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 122. A Clerk ther was of Oxenforde also. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 287. For him was lever han at his beddes hed A twenty bokes, clothed in black or red, Of Aristotle, and his philosophie, Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 295. [2] And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 310. Nowher so besy a man as he ther n' as, And yet he semed besier than he was. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 323. His studie was but litel on the Bible. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 440. For gold in phisike is a cordial; Therefore he loved gold in special. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 445. Wide was his parish, and houses fer asonder. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 493. This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf,— That first he wrought, and afterwards he taught. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 498. But Cristes lore, and his apostles twelve, He taught; but first he folwed it himselve. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 529. And yet he had a thomb of gold parde.[2:1] Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 565. Who so shall telle a tale after a man, He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can, Everich word, if it be in his charge, All speke he never so rudely and so large; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe. Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 733. For May wol have no slogardie a-night. The seson priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his slepe to sterte. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1044. That field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.[2:2] Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 1524. Up rose the sonne, and up rose Emelie. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2275. [3] Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie. Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 2408. To maken vertue of necessite.[3:1] Canterbury Tales. The Knightes Tale. Line 3044. And brought of mighty ale a large quart. Canterbury Tales. The Milleres Tale. Line 3497. Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily.[3:2] This wol be done at leisure parfitly.[3:3] Canterbury Tales. The Marchantes Tale. Line 585. Yet in our ashen cold is fire yreken.[3:4] Canterbury Tales. The Reves Prologue. Line 3880. The gretest clerkes ben not the wisest men. Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4051. So was hire joly whistle wel ywette. Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 4153. In his owen grese I made him frie.[3:5] Canterbury Tales. The Reves Tale. Line 6069. And for to see, and eek for to be seie.[3:6] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6134. [4] I hold a mouses wit not worth a leke, That hath but on hole for to sterten to.[4:1] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Prologue. Line 6154. Loke who that is most vertuous alway, Prive and apert, and most entendeth ay To do the gentil dedes that he can, And take him for the gretest gentilman. Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6695. That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis.[4:2] Canterbury Tales. The Wif of Bathes Tale. Line 6752. This flour of wifly patience. Canterbury Tales. The Clerkes Tale. Part v. Line 8797. They demen gladly to the badder end. Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10538. Therefore behoveth him a ful long spone, That shall eat with a fend.[4:3] Canterbury Tales. The Squieres Tale. Line 10916. Fie on possession, But if a man be vertuous withal. Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Prologue. Line 10998. Truth is the highest thing that man may keep. Canterbury Tales. The Frankeleines Tale. Line 11789. Full wise is he that can himselven knowe.[4:4] Canterbury Tales. The Monkes Tale. Line 1449. [5] Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.[5:1] Canterbury Tales. The Nonnes Preestes Tale. Line 15058. But all thing which that shineth as the gold Ne is no gold, as I have herd it told.[5:2] Canterbury Tales. The Chanones Yemannes Tale. Line 16430. The firste vertue, sone, if thou wilt lere, Is to restreine and kepen wel thy tonge. Canterbury Tales. The Manciples Tale. Line 17281. The proverbe saith that many a smale maketh a grate.[5:3] Canterbury Tales. Persones Tale. Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.[5:4] Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 470. Right as an aspen lefe she gan to quake. Troilus and Creseide. Book ii. Line 1201. For of fortunes sharpe adversite, The worst kind of infortune is this,— A man that hath been in prosperite, And it remember whan it passed is. Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1625. [6] He helde about him alway, out of drede, A world of folke. Troilus and Creseide. Book iii. Line 1721. One eare it heard, at the other out it went.[6:1] Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 435. Eke wonder last but nine deies never in toun.[6:2] Troilus and Creseide. Book iv. Line 525. I am right sorry for your heavinesse. Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 146. Go, little booke! go, my little tragedie! Troilus and Creseide. Book v. Line 1798. Your duty is, as ferre as I can gesse. The Court of Love. Line 178. The lyfe so short, the craft so long to lerne,[6:3] Th' assay so hard, so sharpe the conquering. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 1. For out of the old fieldes, as men saithe, Cometh al this new corne fro yere to yere; And out of old bookes, in good faithe, Cometh al this new science that men lere. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 22. Nature, the vicar of the Almightie Lord. The Assembly of Fowles. Line 379. O little booke, thou art so unconning, How darst thou put thy-self in prees for drede? The Flower and the Leaf. Line 59. Of all the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures white and rede, Soch that men callen daisies in our toun. Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 41. That well by reason men it call may The daisie, or els the eye of the day, The emprise, and floure of floures all. Prologue of the Legend of Good Women. Line 183. For iii may keep a counsel if twain be away.[6:4] The Ten Commandments of Love. Footnotes [2:1] In allusion to the proverb, "Every honest miller has a golden thumb." [2:2] Fieldes have eies and woodes have eares.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. v. Wode has erys, felde has sigt.—King Edward and the Shepard, MS. Circa 1300. Walls have ears.—Hazlitt: English Proverbs, etc. (ed. 1869) p. 446. [3:1] Also in Troilus and Cresseide, line 1587. To make a virtue of necessity.—Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 2. Matthew Henry: Comm. on Ps. xxxvii. Dryden: Palamon and Arcite. In the additions of Hadrianus Julius to the Adages of Erasmus, he remarks, under the head of Necessitatem edere, that a very familiar proverb was current among his countrymen,—"Necessitatem in virtutem commutare" (To make necessity a virtue). Laudem virtutis necessitati damus (We give to necessity the praise of virtue).—Quintilian: Inst. Orat. i. 8. 14. [3:2] Haste makes waste.—Heywood: Proverbs, part i. chap. ii. Nothing can be done at once hastily and prudently.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 357. [3:3] Ease and speed in doing a thing do not give the work lasting solidity or exactness of beauty.—Plutarch: Life of Pericles. [3:4] E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.—Gray: Elegy, Stanza 23. [3:5] Frieth in her own grease.—Heywood: Proverbs, part i. chap. xi. [3:6] To see and to be seen.—Ben Jonson: Epithalamion, st. iii. line 4. Goldsmith: Citizen of the World, letter 71. Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsÆ (They come to see; they come that they themselves may be seen).—Ovid: The Art of Love, i. 99. [4:1] Consider the little mouse, how sagacious an animal it is which never entrusts his life to one hole only.—Plautus: Truculentus, act iv. sc. 4. The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul. Pope: Paraphrase of the Prologue, line 298. [4:2] Handsome is that handsome does.—Goldsmith: Vicar of Wakefield, chap. i. [4:3] Hee must have a long spoon, shall eat with the devill.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. v. He must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.—Shakespeare: Comedy of Errors, act iv. sc. 3. [4:4] Thales was asked what was very difficult; he said, "To know one's self."—Diogenes Laertius: Thales, ix. Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Pope: Epistle ii. line 1. [5:1] Murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Shakespeare: Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. [5:2] Tyrwhitt says this is taken from the Parabolae of Alanus de Insulis, who died in 1294,—Non teneas aurum totum quod splendet ut aurum (Do not hold everything as gold which shines like gold). All is not golde that outward shewith bright.—Lydgate: On the Mutability of Human Affairs. Gold all is not that doth golden seem.—Spenser: Faerie Queene, book ii. canto viii. st. 14. All that glisters is not gold.—Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 7. Googe: Eglogs, etc., 1563. Herbert: Jacula Prudentum. All is not gold that glisteneth.—Middleton: A Fair Quarrel, verse 1. All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.—Dryden: The Hind and the Panther. Que tout n'est pas or c'on voit luire (Everything is not gold that one sees shining).—Li Diz de freire Denise Cordelier, circa 1300. [5:3] Many small make a great.—Heywood: Proverbes. part i. chap. xi. [5:4] Of two evils the less is always to be chosen.—Thomas À Kempis: Imitation of Christ, book ii. chap. xii. Hooker: Polity, book v. chap. lxxxi. Of two evils I have chose the least.—Prior: Imitation of Horace. E duobus malis minimum eligendum (Of two evils, the least should be chosen).—Erasmus: Adages. Cicero: De Officiis, iii. 1. [6:1] Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. ix. [6:2] This wonder lasted nine daies.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. i. [6:3] Ars longa, vita brevis (Art is long: life is brief).—Hippocrates: Aphorism i. [6:4] Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. v.
[7] THOMAS À KEMPIS. 1380-1471. Man proposes, but God disposes.[7:1] Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 19. And when he is out of sight, quickly also is he out of mind.[7:2] Imitation of Christ. Book i. Chap. 23. Of two evils, the less is always to be chosen.[7:3] Imitation of Christ. Book iii. Chap. 12. Footnotes [7:1] This expression is of much greater antiquity. It appears in the Chronicle of Battel Abbey, p. 27 (Lower's translation), and in The Vision of Piers Ploughman, line 13994. ed. 1550. A man's heart deviseth his way; but the Lord directeth his steps.—Proverbs xvi. 9. [7:2] Out of syght, out of mynd.—Googe: Eglogs. 1563. And out of mind as soon as out of sight. Lord Brooke: Sonnet lvi. Fer from eze, fer from herte, Quoth Hendyng. Hendyng: Proverbs, MSS. Circa 1320. I do perceive that the old proverbis be not alwaies trew, for I do finde that the absence of my Nath. doth breede in me the more continuall remembrance of him.—Anne Lady Bacon to Jane Lady Cornwallis, 1613. On page 19 of The Private Correspondence of Lady Cornwallis, Sir Nathaniel Bacon speaks of the owlde proverbe, "Out of sighte, out of mynde."
JOHN FORTESCUE. Circa 1395-1485. Moche Crye and no Wull.[7:4] De Laudibus Leg. AngliÆ. Chap. x. Comparisons are odious.[7:5] De Laudibus Leg. AngliÆ. Chap. xix. Footnotes [7:4] All cry and no wool.—Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 852. [7:5] Cervantes: Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.), part ii. chap. i. Lyly: Euphues, 1580. Marlowe: Lust's Dominion, act iii. sc. 4. Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 3. Thomas Heywood: A Woman killed with Kindness (first ed. in 1607), act i. sc. 1. Donne: Elegy, viii. Herbert: Jacula Prudentum. Grange: Golden Aphrodite. Comparisons are odorous.—Shakespeare: Much Ado about Nothing, act iii. sc. 5.
[8] JOHN SKELTON. Circa 1460-1529. There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God, Than from theyr children to spare the rod.[8:1] Magnyfycence. Line 1954. He ruleth all the roste.[8:2] Why Come ye not to Courte. Line 198. In the spight of his teeth.[8:3] Colyn Cloute. Line 939. He knew what is what.[8:4] Colyn Cloute. Line 1106. By hoke ne by croke.[8:5] Colyn Cloute. Line 1240. The wolfe from the dore. Colyn Cloute. Line 1531. Old proverbe says, That byrd ys not honest That fyleth hys owne nest.[8:6] Poems against Garnesche. Footnotes [8:1] He that spareth the rod hateth his son.—Proverbs xiii. 24. They spare the rod and spoyl the child.—Ralph Venning: Mysteries and Revelations (second ed.), p. 5. 1649. Spare the rod and spoil the child.—Butler: Hudibras, pt. ii. c. i. l. 843. [8:2] Rule the rost.—Heywood: Proverbes, part i. chap. v. Her that ruled the rost.—Thomas Heywood: History of Women. Rules the roast.—Jonson, Chapman, Marston: Eastward Ho, act ii. sc. 1. Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. [8:3] In spite of my teeth.—Middleton: A Trick to catch the Old One, act i. sc. 2. Fielding: Eurydice Hissed. [8:4] He knew what 's what.—Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 149. [8:5] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.—Spenser: Faerie Queene, book iii. canto i. st. 17. [8:6] It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.—Heywood: Proverbes, part ii. chap. v.
JOHN HEYWOOD.[8:7] Circa 1565. The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, As sages in all times assert; The happy man 's without a shirt. Be Merry Friends. [9] Let the world slide,[9:1] let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low. Be Merry Friends. All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland. The Green Willow. Haste maketh waste. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. Beware of, Had I wist.[9:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. Good to be merie and wise.[9:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. Beaten with his owne rod.[9:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. Look ere ye leape.[9:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ii. He that will not when he may, When he would he shall have nay.[9:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. The fat is in the fire.[9:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. [10] When the sunne shineth, make hay. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. When the iron is hot, strike.[10:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. The tide tarrieth no man.[10:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. Than catch and hold while I may, fast binde, fast finde.[10:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. And while I at length debate and beate the bush, There shall steppe in other men and catch the burdes.[10:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. While betweene two stooles my taile goe to the ground.[10:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. So many heads so many wits.[10:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise.[10:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. [11] Happy man, happy dole.[11:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iii. God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. Like will to like. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. A hard beginning maketh a good ending. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. When the skie falth we shall have Larkes.[11:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. More frayd then hurt. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. Feare may force a man to cast beyond the moone.[11:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. Nothing is impossible to a willing hart. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. iv. The wise man sayth, store is no sore. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. Let the world wagge,[11:4] and take mine ease in myne Inne.[11:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. Rule the rost.[11:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. Hold their noses to grinstone.[11:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. Better to give then to take.[11:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. When all candles bee out, all cats be gray. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. No man ought to looke a given horse in the mouth.[11:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. v. [12] I perfectly feele even at my fingers end.[12:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vi. A sleveless errand.[12:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. vii. We both be at our wittes end.[12:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii. Reckeners without their host must recken twice. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii. A day after the faire.[12:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii. Cut my cote after my cloth.[12:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. viii. The neer to the church, the further from God.[12:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. Now for good lucke, cast an old shooe after me. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. Better is to bow then breake.[12:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. It hurteth not the toung to give faire words.[12:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. Two heads are better then one. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. A short horse is soone currid.[12:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. To tell tales out of schoole. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. To hold with the hare and run with the hound.[12:10] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. [13] She is nether fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.[13:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. All is well that endes well.[13:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Of a good beginning cometh a good end.[13:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Shee had seene far in a milstone.[13:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Better late than never.[13:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. When the steede is stolne, shut the stable durre.[13:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Pryde will have a fall; For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.[13:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. She looketh as butter would not melt in her mouth.[13:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. The still sowe eats up all the draffe.[13:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Ill weede growth fast.[13:10] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. [14] It is a deere collop That is cut out of th' owne flesh.[14:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Beggars should be no choosers.[14:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. x. Every cocke is proud on his owne dunghill.[14:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. The rolling stone never gathereth mosse.[14:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. To robbe Peter and pay Poule.[14:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. A man may well bring a horse to the water, But he cannot make him drinke without he will. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Men say, kinde will creepe where it may not goe.[14:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. The cat would eate fish, and would not wet her feete.[14:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. While the grasse groweth the horse starveth.[14:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. [15] Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.[15:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Rome was not built in one day. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Yee have many strings to your bowe.[15:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Many small make a great.[15:3] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Children learne to creepe ere they can learne to goe. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Better is halfe a lofe than no bread. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Nought venter nought have.[15:4] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Children and fooles cannot lye.[15:5] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Set all at sixe and seven.[15:6] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. All is fish that comth to net.[15:7] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Who is worse shod than the shoemaker's wife?[15:8] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. One good turne asketh another. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. By hooke or crooke.[15:9] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. [16] She frieth in her owne grease.[16:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. Who waite for dead men shall goe long barefoote. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. I pray thee let me and my fellow have A haire of the dog that bit us last night.[16:2] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. But in deede, A friend is never knowne till a man have neede. Proverbes. Part i. Chap. xi. This wonder (as wonders last) lasted nine daies.[16:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i. New brome swepth cleene.[16:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i. All thing is the woorse for the wearing. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. i. Burnt child fire dredth.[16:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii. All is not Gospell that thou doest speake.[16:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii. Love me litle, love me long.[16:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ii. A fooles bolt is soone shot.[16:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iii. A woman hath nine lives like a cat.[16:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. A peny for your thought.[16:10] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. [17] You stand in your owne light. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. Though chaunge be no robbry. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. Might have gone further and have fared worse. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. The grey mare is the better horse.[17:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. iv. Three may keepe counsayle, if two be away.[17:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Small pitchers have wyde eares.[17:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Many hands make light warke. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. The greatest Clerkes be not the wisest men.[17:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Out of Gods blessing into the warme Sunne.[17:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. There is no fire without some smoke.[17:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. One swallow maketh not summer.[17:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Fieldes have eies and woods have eares.[17:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. A cat may looke on a King. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. [18] It is a foule byrd that fyleth his owne nest.[18:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Have yee him on the hip.[18:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Hee must have a long spoone, shall eat with the devill.[18:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. It had need to bee A wylie mouse that should breed in the cats eare.[18:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Leape out of the frying pan into the fyre.[18:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Time trieth troth in every doubt.[18:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Mad as a march hare.[18:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. Much water goeth by the mill That the miller knoweth not of.[18:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. v. He must needes goe whom the devill doth drive.[18:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. Set the cart before the horse.[18:10] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. [19] The moe the merrier.[19:1] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. To th' end of a shot and beginning of a fray.[19:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. It is better to be An old man's derling than a yong man's werling. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. Be the day never so long, Evermore at last they ring to evensong.[19:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. The moone is made of a greene cheese.[19:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. I know on which side my bread is buttred. Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. vii. It will not out of the flesh that is bred in the bone.[19:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. viii. Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee That wilfully will neither heare nor see?[19:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. The wrong sow by th' eare.[19:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. Went in at the tone eare and out at the tother.[19:8] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. Love me, love my dog.[19:9] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. [20] An ill winde that bloweth no man to good.[20:1] Proverbes. Part i. Chap. ix. For when I gave you an inch, you tooke an ell.[20:2] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. Would yee both eat your cake and have your cake?[20:3] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. Every man for himselfe and God for us all.[20:4] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. Though he love not to buy the pig in the poke.[20:5] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. ix. This hitteth the naile on the hed.[20:6] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi. Enough is as good as a feast.[20:7] Proverbes. Part ii. Chap. xi. Footnotes [8:7] The Proverbes of John Heywood is the earliest collection of English colloquial sayings. It was first printed in 1546. The title of the edition of 1562 is, John Heywoodes Woorkes. A Dialogue conteyning the number of the effectuall proverbes in the English tounge, compact in a matter concernynge two maner of Maryages, etc. The selection here given is from the edition of 1874 (a reprint of 1598), edited by Julian Sharman. [9:1] Let the world slide.—Towneley Mysteries, p. 101 (1420). Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew, induc. 1. Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit without Money, act v. sc. 2. [9:2] A common exclamation of regret occurring in Spenser, Harrington, and the older writers. An earlier instance of the phrase occurs in the Towneley Mysteries. [9:3] 'T is good to be merry and wise.—Jonson, Chapman, Marston: Eastward Ho, act i. sc. 1. Burns: Here 's a health to them that 's awa'. [9:4] don fust C'on kint souvent est-on batu. (By his own stick the prudent one is often beaten.) Roman du Renart, circa 1300. [9:5] Look ere thou leap.—In Tottel's Miscellany, 1557; and in Tusser's Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Of Wiving and Thriving. 1573. Thou shouldst have looked before thou hadst leapt.—Jonson, Chapman, Marston: Eastward Ho, act v. sc. 1. Look before you ere you leap.—Butler: Hudibras, pt. ii. c. ii. l. 502. [9:6] He that will not when he may, When he will he shall have nay. Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. iii. sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5. He that wold not when he might, He shall not when he wolda. The Baffled Knight. Percy: Reliques. [9:7] All the fatt 's in the fire.—Marston: What You Will. 1607. [10:1] You should hammer your iron when it is glowing hot.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 262. Strike whilst the iron is hot.—Rabelais: book ii. chap. xxxi. Webster: Westward Hoe. Tom A'Lincolne. Farquhar: The Beaux' Stratagem, iv. 1. [10:2] Hoist up saile while gale doth last, Tide and wind stay no man's pleasure. Robert Southwell: St. Peter's Complaint. 1595. Nae man can tether time or tide.—Burns: Tam O' Shanter. [10:3] Fast bind, fast find; A proverb never stale in thrifty mind. Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5. Also in Jests of Scogin. 1565. [10:4] It is this proverb which Henry V. is reported to have uttered at the siege of Orleans. "Shall I beat the bush and another take the bird?" said King Henry. [10:5] Entre deux arcouns chet cul À terre (Between two stools one sits on the ground).—Les Proverbes del Vilain, MS. Bodleian. Circa 1303. S'asseoir entre deux selles le cul À terre (One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools).—Rabelais: book i. chap. ii. [10:6] As many men, so many minds.—Terence: Phormio, ii. 3. As the saying is, So many heades, so many wittes.—Queen Elizabeth: Godly Meditacyon of the Christian Sowle. 1548. So many men so many mindes.—Gascoigne: Glass of Government. [10:7] Hanging and wiving go by destiny.—The Schole-hous for Women. 1541. Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, act 2. sc. 9. Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2, mem. 5, subs. 5. [11:1] Happy man be his dole—Shakespeare: Merry Wives, act iii. sc. 4; Winter's Tale, act i. sc. 2. Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 168. [11:2] Si les nues tomboyent esperoyt prendre les alouettes (If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks).—Rabelais: book i. chap. xi. [11:3] To cast beyond the moon, is a phrase in frequent use by the old writers. Lyly: Euphues, p. 78. Thomas Heywood: A Woman Killed with Kindness. [11:4] Let the world slide.—Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew, ind. 1; and, Let the world slip, ind. 2. [11:5] Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn?—Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV. act iii. sc. 2. [11:6] See Skelton, page 8. Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. Thomas Heywood: History of Women. [11:7] Hold their noses to the grindstone.—Middleton: Blurt, Master-Constable, act iii. sc. 3. [11:8] It is more blessed to give than to receive.—John xx. 35. [11:9] This proverb occurs in Rabelais, book i. chap. xi.; in Vulgaria Stambrigi, circa 1510; in Butler, part i. canto i. line 490. Archbishop Trench says this proverb is certainly as old as Jerome of the fourth century, who, when some found fault with certain writings of his, replied that they were free-will offerings, and that it did not behove to look a gift horse in the mouth. [12:1] Rabelais: book iv. chap. liv. At my fingers' ends.—Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act i. sc. 3. [12:2] The origin of the word "sleveless," in the sense of unprofitable, has defied the most careful research. It is frequently found allied to other substantives. Bishop Hall speaks of the "sleveless tale of transubstantiation," and Milton writes of a "sleveless reason." Chaucer uses it in the Testament of Love.—Sharman. [12:3] At their wit's end.—Psalm cvii. 27. [12:4] Thomas Heywood: If you know not me, etc., 1605. Tarlton: Jests, 1611. [12:5] A relic of the Sumptuary Laws. One of the earliest instances occurs, 1530, in the interlude of Godly Queene Hester. [12:6] Qui est prÈs de l'Église est souvent loin de Dieu (He who is near the Church is often far from God).—Les Proverbes Communs. Circa 1500. [12:7] Rather to bowe than breke is profitable; Humylite is a thing commendable. The Morale Proverbs of Cristyne; translated from the French (1390) by Earl Rivers, and printed by Caxton in 1478. [12:8] Fair words never hurt the tongue.—Jonson, Chapman, Marston: Eastward Ho, act iv. sc. 1. [12:9] Fletcher: Valentinian, act ii. sc. 1. [12:10] Humphrey Robert: Complaint for Reformation, 1572. Lyly: Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), p. 107. [13:1] Neither fish nor flesh, nor good red herring.—Sir H. Sheres: Satyr on the Sea Officers. Tom Brown: Æneus Sylvius's Letter. Dryden: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. [13:2] Si finis bonus est, totum bonum erit (If the end be well, all will be well).—GestÆ Romanorum. Tale lxvii. [13:3] Who that well his warke beginneth, The rather a good ende he winneth. Gower: Confessio Amantis. [13:4] Lyly: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 288. [13:5] Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry, An Habitation Enforced. Bunyan: Pilgrim's Progress. Mathew Henry: Commentaries, Matthew xxi. Murphy: The School for Guardians. Potius sero quam nunquam (Rather late than never).—Livy: iv. ii. 11. [13:6] Quant le cheval est emblÉ dounke ferme fols l'estable (When the horse has been stolen, the fool shuts the stable).—Les Proverbes del Vilain. [13:7] Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.—Proverbs xvi. 18. Pryde goeth before, and shame cometh behynde.—Treatise of a Gallant. Circa 1510. [13:8] She looks as if butter would not melt in her mouth.—Swift: Polite Conversation. [13:9] 'T is old, but true, still swine eat all the draff.—Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iv. sc. 2. [13:10] Ewyl weed ys sone y-growe.—MS. Harleian, circa 1490. An ill weed grows apace.—Chapman: An Humorous Day's Mirth. Great weeds do grow apace.—Shakespeare: Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Coxcomb, act iv. sc. 4. [14:1] God knows thou art a collop of my flesh.—Shakespeare: 1 Henry VI. act v. sc. 4. [14:2] Beggars must be no choosers.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3. [14:3] Þet coc is kene on his owne mixenne.—Þe Ancren Riwle. Circa 1250. [14:4] The stone that is rolling can gather no moss.—Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A rolling stone gathers no moss.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 524. Gosson: Ephemerides of Phialo. Marston: The Fawn. Pierre volage ne queult mousse (A rolling stone gathers no moss).—De l'hermite qui se dÉsespÉra pour le larron que ala en paradis avant que lui, 13th century. [14:5] To rob Peter and pay Paul is said to have derived its origin when, in the reign of Edward VI., the lands of St. Peter at Westminster were appropriated to raise money for the repair of St. Paul's in London. [14:6] You know that love Will creep in service when it cannot go. Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona, act iv. sc. 2. [14:7] Shakespeare alludes to this proverb in Macbeth:— Letting I dare not wait upon I would, Like the poor cat i' the adage. Cat lufat visch, ac he nele his feth wete.—MS. Trinity College, Cambridge, circa 1250. [14:8] Whylst grass doth grow, oft sterves the seely steede.—Whetstone: Promos and Cassandra. 1578. While the grass grows— The proverb is something musty. Shakespeare: Hamlet, act iii. sc. 4. [15:1] An earlier instance occurs in Heywood, in his "Dialogue on Wit and Folly," circa 1530. [15:2] Two strings to his bow.—Hooker: Polity, book v. chap. lxxx. Chapman: D'Ambois, act ii. sc. 3. Butler: Hudibras, part iii. canto i. line 1. Churchill: The Ghost, book iv. Fielding: Love in Several Masques, sc. 13. [15:4] Naught venture naught have.—Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October Abstract. [15:5] 'T is an old saw, Children and fooles speake true.—Lyly: Endymion. [15:6] Set all on sex and seven.—Chaucer: Troilus and Cresseide, book iv. line 623; also Towneley Mysteries. At six and seven.—Shakespeare: Richard II. act ii. sc. 2. [15:7] All 's fish they get that cometh to net.—Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. February Abstract. Where all is fish that cometh to net.—Gascoigne: Steele Glas. 1575. [15:8] Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. [15:9] This phrase derives its origin from the custom of certain manors where tenants are authorized to take fire-bote by hook or by crook; that is, so much of the underwood as many be cut with a crook, and so much of the loose timber as may be collected from the boughs by means of a hook. One of the earliest citations of this proverb occurs in John Wycliffe's Controversial Tracts, circa 1370.—See Skelton, page 8. Rabelais: book v. chap. xiii. Du Bartas: The Map of Man. Spenser: Faerie Queene, book iii. canto i. st. 17. Beaumont and Fletcher: Women Pleased, act. i. sc. 3. [16:2] In old receipt books we find it invariably advised that an inebriate should drink sparingly in the morning some of the same liquor which he had drunk to excess over-night. [16:4] Ah, well I wot that a new broome sweepeth cleane—Lyly: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 89. [16:5] Brend child fur dredth, Quoth Hendyng. Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS. A burnt child dreadeth the fire.—Lyly: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 319. [16:6] You do not speak gospel.—Rabelais: book i. chap. xiii. [16:7] Marlowe: Jew of Malta, act iv. sc. 6. Bacon: Formularies. [16:8] Sottes bolt is sone shote.—Proverbs of Hendyng. MSS. [16:9] It has been the Providence of Nature to give this creature nine lives instead of one.—Pilpay: The Greedy and Ambitious Cat, fable iii. b. c. [16:10] Lyly: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 80. [17:1] Pryde and Abuse of Women. 1550. The Marriage of True Wit and Science. Butler: Hudibras, part ii. canto i. line 698. Fielding: The Grub Street Opera, act ii. sc. 4. Prior: Epilogue to Lucius. Lord Macaulay (History of England, vol. i. chap. iii.) thinks that this proverb originated in the preference generally given to the gray mares of Flanders over the finest coach-horses of England. Macaulay, however, is writing of the latter half of the seventeenth century, while the proverb was used a century earlier. [17:2] See Chaucer, page 6. Two may keep counsel when the third 's away.—Shakespeare: Titus Andronicus, act iv. sc. 2. [17:3] Pitchers have ears.—Shakespeare: Richard III. act ii. sc. 4. [17:5] Thou shalt come out of a warme sunne into Gods blessing.—Lyly: Euphues. Thou out of Heaven's benediction comest To the warm sun. Shakespeare: Lear, act ii. sc. 2. [17:6] Ther can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.—Lyly: Euphues (Arber's reprint), p. 153. [17:7] One swallowe prouveth not that summer is neare.—Northbrooke: Treatise against Dancing. 1577. [18:2] I have thee on the hip.—Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1; Othello, act ii. sc. 7. [18:4] A hardy mouse that is bold to breede In cattis eeris. Order of Foles. MS. circa 1450. [18:5] The same in Don Quixote (Lockhart's ed.), part i. book iii. chap. iv. Bunyan: Pilgrim's Progress. Fletcher: The Wild-Goose Chase, act iv. sc. 3. [18:6] Time trieth truth.—Tottel's Miscellany, reprint 1867, p. 221. Time tries the troth in everything.—Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Author's Epistle, chap. i. [18:7] I saye, thou madde March hare.—Skelton: Replycation against certayne yong scolers. [18:8] More water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of. Shakespeare: Titus Andronicus, act ii. sc. 7. [18:9] An earlier instance of this proverb occurs in Heywood's Johan the Husbande. 1533. He must needs go whom the devil drives.—Shakespeare: All's Well that Ends Well, act i. sc. 3. Cervantes: Don Quixote, part i. book iv. chap. iv. Gosson: Ephemerides of Phialo. Peele: Edward I. [18:10] Others set carts before the horses.—Rabelais: book v. chap. xxii. [19:1] Gascoigne: Roses, 1575. Title of a Book of Epigrams, 1608. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Scornful Lady, act i. sc. 1; The Sea Voyage, act i. sc. 2. [19:2] To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast.—Shakespeare: 2 Henry IV. act iv. sc. 2. [19:3] Be the day short or never so long, At length it ringeth to even song. Quoted at the Stake by George Tankerfield (1555). Fox: Book of Martyrs, chap. vii. p. 346. [19:4] Jack Jugler, p. 46. Rabelais: book i. chap. xi. Blackloch: Hatchet of Heresies, 1565. Butler: Hudibras, part ii. canto iii. line 263. [19:5] What is bred in the bone will never come out of the flesh.—Pilpay: The Two Fishermen, fable xiv. It will never out of the flesh that 's bred in the bone.—Jonson: Every Man in his Humour, act i. sc. 1. [19:6] None so deaf as those that will not hear.—Mathew Henry: Commentaries. Psalm lviii. [19:7] He has the wrong sow by the ear.—Jonson: Every Man in his Humour, act ii. sc. 1. [19:9] Chapman: Widow's Tears, 1612. A proverb in the time of Saint Bernard was, Qui me amat, amet et canem meum (Who loves me will love my dog also).—Sermo Primus.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.[20:8] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Except wind stands as never it stood, It is an ill wind turns none to good. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. A Description of the Properties of Wind. At Christmas play and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. The Farmer's Daily Diet. [21] Such, mistress, such Nan, Such master, such man.[21:1] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. April's Abstract. Who goeth a borrowing Goeth a sorrowing. Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. June's Abstract. 'T is merry in hall Where beards wag all.[21:2] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. August's Abstract. Naught venture naught have.[21:3] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. October's Abstract. Dry sun, dry wind; Safe bind, safe find.[21:4] Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. Washing. Footnotes [20:1] Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good. Shakespeare: 2 Henry IV. act v. sc. 3. [20:2] Give an inch, he 'll take an ell.—Webster: Sir Thomas Wyatt. [20:3] Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?—Herbert: The Size. [20:4] Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. i. mem. iii. [20:5] For buying or selling of pig in a poke.—Tusser: Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry. September Abstract. [20:6] You have there hit the nail on the head.—Rabelais: bk. iii. ch. xxxi. [20:7] Dives and Pauper, 1493. Gascoigne: Poesies, 1575. Pope: Horace, book i. Ep. vii. line 24. Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act v. sc. 1. Bickerstaff: Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1. [20:8] God sends meat, and the Devil sends cooks.—John Taylor: Works, vol. ii. p. 85 (1630). Ray: Proverbs. Garrick: Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. [21:1] On the authority of M. Cimber, of the BibliothÈque Royale, we owe this proverb to Chevalier Bayard: "Tel maÎtre, tel valet." [21:2] Merry swithe it is in halle, When the beards waveth alle. Life of Alexander, 1312. This has been wrongly attributed to Adam Davie. There the line runs,— Swithe mury hit is in halle, When burdes waiven alle. [21:4] See Heywood, page 10. Shakespeare: Merchant of Venice, act ii. sc. 5.
RICHARD EDWARDS. Circa 1523-1566. The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.[21:5] The Paradise of Dainty Devices. Footnotes [21:5] The anger of lovers renews the strength of love.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 24. Let the falling out of friends be a renewing of affection.—Lyly: Euphues. The falling out of lovers is the renewing of love.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. 2. Amantium irÆ amoris integratiost (The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love).—Terence: Andria, act iii. sc. 5.
[22] EDWARD DYER. Circa 1540-1607. My mind to me a kingdom is; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want which most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17.[22:1] Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more: They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store: They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I have; they pine, I live. MS. Rawl. 85, p. 17. Footnotes [22:1] There is a very similar but anonymous copy in the British Museum. Additional MS. 15225, p. 85. And there is an imitation in J. Sylvester's Works, p. 651.—Hannah: Courtly Poets. My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find, As far exceeds all earthly bliss That God and Nature hath assigned. Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. Byrd: Psalmes, Sonnets, etc. 1588. My mind to me an empire is, While grace affordeth health. Robert Southwell (1560-1595): Loo Home. Mens regnum bona possidet (A good mind possesses a kingdom).—Seneca: Thyestes, ii. 380.
BISHOP STILL (JOHN). 1543-1607. I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I can drink With him that wears a hood. Gammer Gurton's Needle.[22:2] Act ii. [23] Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold; But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old. Gammer Gurton's Needle. Act ii. Footnotes [22:2] Stated by Dyce to be from a MS. of older date than Gammer Gurton's Needle. See Skelton's Works (Dyce's ed.), vol. i. pp. vii-x, note.
THOMAS STERNHOLD. Circa 1549. The Lord descended from above And bow'd the heavens high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. On cherubs and on cherubims Full royally he rode; And on the wings of all the winds Came flying all abroad. A Metrical Version of Psalm civ.
MATHEW ROYDON. Circa 1586. A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face The lineaments of Gospell bookes. An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill.[23:1] Was never eie did see that face, Was never eare did heare that tong, Was never minde did minde his grace, That ever thought the travell long; But eies and eares and ev'ry thought Were with his sweete perfections caught. An Elegie; or Friend's Passion for his Astrophill. Footnotes [23:1] This piece (ascribed to Spenser) was printed in The Phoenix' Nest, 4to, 1593, where it is anonymous. Todd has shown that it was written by Mathew Roydon.
[24] SIR EDWARD COKE. 1549-1634. The gladsome light of jurisprudence. First Institute. Reason is the life of the law; nay, the common law itself is nothing else but reason....The law, which is perfection of reason.[24:1] First Institute. For a man's house is his castle, et domus sua cuique tutissimum refugium.[24:2] Third Institute. Page 162. The house of every one is to him as his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence as for his repose. Semayne's Case, 5 Rep. 91. They (corporations) cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed nor excommunicate, for they have no souls. Case of Sutton's Hospital, 10 Rep. 32. Magna Charta is such a fellow that he will have no sovereign. Debate in the Commons, May 17, 1628. Six hours in sleep, in law's grave study six, Four spend in prayer, the rest on Nature fix.[24:3] Translation of lines quoted by Coke. Footnotes [24:1] Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.—Sir John Powell: Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Ld. Raym. Rep. p. 911. [24:2] Pandects, lib. ii. tit. iv. De in Jus vocando. [24:3] Seven hours to law, to soothing slumber seven; Ten to the world allot, and all to heaven. Sir William Jones.
GEORGE PEELE. 1552-1598. His golden locks time hath to silver turned; O time too swift! Oh swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain; youth waneth by encreasing. Sonnet. Polyhymnia. [25] His helmet now shall make a hive for bees, And lovers' songs be turned to holy psalms; A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees, And feed on prayers, which are old age's alms. Sonnet. Polyhymnia. My merry, merry, merry roundelay Concludes with Cupid's curse: They that do change old love for new, Pray gods, they change for worse! Cupid's Curse.
SIR WALTER RALEIGH. 1552-1618. If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. The Nymph's Reply to the Passionate Shepherd. Fain would I, but I dare not; I dare, and yet I may not; I may, although I care not, for pleasure when I play not. Fain Would I. Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.[25:1] The Silent Lover. Silence in love bewrays more woe Than words, though ne'er so witty: A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity. The Silent Lover. Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. The Lie. [26] Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay.[26:1] Verses to Edmund Spenser. Cowards [may] fear to die; but courage stout, Rather than live in snuff, will be put out. On the snuff of a candle the night before he died.—Raleigh's Remains, p. 258, ed. 1661. Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days. But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust! Written the night before his death.—Found in his Bible in the Gate-house at Westminster. Shall I, like an hermit, dwell On a rock or in a cell? Poem. If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be?[26:2] Poem. If she seem not chaste to me, What care I how chaste she be? Poem. Fain would I climb, yet fear I to fall.[26:3] [History] hath triumphed over time, which besides it nothing but eternity hath triumphed over. Historie of the World. Preface. O eloquent, just, and mightie Death! whom none could advise, thou hast perswaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, [27]thou only hast cast out of the world and despised. Thou hast drawne together all the farre stretchÈd greatnesse, all the pride, crueltie, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hic jacet! Historie of the World. Book v. Part 1. Footnotes [25:1] Altissima quÆque flumina minimo sono labi (The deepest rivers flow with the least sound).—Q. Curtius, vii. 4. 13. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.—Shakespeare: 2 Henry VI. act iii. sc. i. [26:1] Methought I saw my late espoused saint.—Milton: Sonnet xxiii. Methought I saw the footsteps of a throne.—Wordsworth: Sonnet. [26:2] If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be? George Wither: The Shepherd's Resolution. [26:3] Written in a glass window obvious to the Queen's eye. "Her Majesty, either espying or being shown it, did under-write, 'If thy heart fails thee, climb not at all.'"—Fuller: Worthies of England, vol. i. p. 419.
EDMUND SPENSER. 1553-1599. Fierce warres and faithful loves shall moralize my song.[27:1] Faerie Queene. Introduction. St. 1. A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 1. O happy earth, Whereon thy innocent feet doe ever tread! Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 9. The noblest mind the best contentment has. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 35. A bold bad man.[27:2] Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto i. St. 37. Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto iii. St. 4. Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall![27:3] Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 1. As when in Cymbrian plaine An heard of bulles, whom kindly rage doth sting, Doe for the milky mothers want complaine,[27:4] And fill the fieldes with troublous bellowing. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 11. Entire affection hateth nicer hands. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto viii. St. 40. [28] That darksome cave they enter, where they find That cursed man, low sitting on the ground, Musing full sadly in his sullein mind. Faerie Queene. Book i. Canto ix. St. 35. No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd. Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto vi. St. 12. And is there care in Heaven? And is there love In heavenly spirits to these Creatures bace? Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 1. How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want! Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto viii. St. 2. Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound. Faerie Queene. Book ii. Canto xii. St. 70. Through thick and thin, both over bank and bush,[28:1] In hope her to attain by hook or crook.[28:2] Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto i. St. 17. Her berth was of the wombe of morning dew,[28:3] And her conception of the joyous Prime. Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 3. Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew. Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto vi. St. 6. Be bolde, Be bolde, and everywhere, Be bold.[28:4] Faerie Queene. Book iii. Canto xi. St. 54. Dan Chaucer, well of English undefyled, On Fame's eternall beadroll worthie to be fyled. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto ii. St. 32. [29] For all that Nature by her mother-wit[29:1] Could frame in earth. Faerie Queene. Book iv. Canto x. St. 21. Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small. Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 43. Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?[29:2] Faerie Queene. Book v. Canto ii. St. 42. The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne; For a man by nothing is so well bewrayed As by his manners. Faerie Queene. Book vi. Canto iii. St. 1. For we by conquest, of our soveraine might, And by eternall doome of Fate's decree, Have wonne the Empire of the Heavens bright. Faerie Queene. Book vii. Canto xi. St. 33. For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; For soule is forme, and doth the bodie make. An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 132. For all that faire is, is by nature good;[29:3] That is a signe to know the gentle blood. An Hymne in Honour of Beautie. Line 139. To kerke the narre from God more farre,[29:4] Has bene an old-sayd sawe; And he that strives to touche a starre Oft stombles at a strawe. The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97. Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. . . . . . . . . . [30]To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30:1] To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, That doth his life in so long tendance spend! Mother Hubberds Tale. Line 895. What more felicitie can fall to creature Than to enjoy delight with libertie, And to be lord of all the workes of Nature, To raine in th' aire from earth to highest skie, To feed on flowres and weeds of glorious feature. Muiopotmos: or, The Fate of the Butterflie. Line 209. I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. Daphnaida, v. 407. Tell her the joyous Time will not be staid, Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take.[30:2] Amoretti, lxx. I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.[30:3] Lines on his Promised Pension.[30:4] [31] Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands. Epithalamion. Line 223. Footnotes [27:1] And moralized his song.—Pope: Epistle to Arbuthnot. Line 340. [27:2] This bold bad man.—Shakespeare: Henry VIII. act ii. sc. 2. Massinger: A New Way to Pay Old Debts, act iv. sc. 2. [27:3] Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron! Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto iii. line 1. [27:4] "Milky Mothers,"—Pope: The Dunciad, book ii. line 247. Scott: The Monastery, chap. xxviii. [28:1] Through thick and thin.—Drayton: NymphidiÆ. Middleton: The Roaring Girl, act iv. sc. 2. Kemp: Nine Days' Wonder. Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto ii. line 370. Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel, part ii. line 414. Pope: Dunciad, book ii. Cowper: John Gilpin. [28:3] The dew of thy birth is of the womb of the morning.—Psalm cx. 3, Book of Common Prayer. [28:4] De l'audace, encore de l'audace, et toujours de l'audace (Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness).—Danton: Speech in the Legislative Assembly, 1792. [29:1] Mother wit.—Marlowe: Prologue to Tamberlaine the Great, part i. Middleton: Your Five Gallants, act i. sc. 1. Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. [29:2] Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy.—Matthew v. 7. [29:3] The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.—Shakespeare: Measure for Measure, act iii. sc. 1. [30:1] Eat not thy heart; which forbids to afflict our souls, and waste them with vexatious cares.—Plutarch: Of the Training of Children. But suffered idleness To eat his heart away. Bryant: Homer's Iliad, book i. line 319. [30:2] Take Time by the forelock.—Thales (of Miletus). 636-546 b. c. [30:3] Rhyme nor reason.—Pierre Patelin, quoted by Tyndale in 1530. Farce du Vendeur des Lieures, sixteenth century. Peele: Edward I. Shakespeare: As You Like It, act iii. sc. 2; Merry Wives of Windsor, act v. sc. 5; Comedy of Errors, act ii. sc. 2. Sir Thomas More advised an author, who had sent him his manuscript to read, "to put it in rhyme." Which being done, Sir Thomas said, "Yea, marry, now it is somewhat, for now it is rhyme; before it was neither rhyme nor reason." [30:4] Fuller: Worthies of England, vol. ii. p. 379.
RICHARD HOOKER. 1553-1600. Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage,—the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i. That to live by one man's will became the cause of all men's misery. Ecclesiastical Polity. Book i.
JOHN LYLY. Circa 1553-1601. Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses: Cupid paid. He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows: Loses them too. Then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin: All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes: She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5. [32] How at heaven's gates she claps her wings, The morne not waking til she sings.[32:1] Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1. Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[32:2] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39. Though the Camomill, the more it is trodden and pressed downe the more it spreadeth.[32:3] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 46. The finest edge is made with the blunt whetstone. Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 47. I cast before the Moone.[32:4] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 78. It seems to me (said she) that you are in some brown study.[32:5] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 80. The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble;[32:6] many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks.[32:7] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 81. He reckoneth without his Hostesse.[32:8] Love knoweth no lawes. Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 84. Did not Jupiter transforme himselfe into the shape of Amphitrio to embrace AlcmÆna; into the form of a swan to enjoy Leda; into a Bull to beguile Io; into a showre of gold to win Danae?[32:9] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 93. [33] Lette me stande to the maine chance.[33:1] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 104. I mean not to run with the Hare and holde with the Hounde.[33:2] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 107. It is a world to see.[33:3] Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 116. There can no great smoke arise, but there must be some fire.[33:4] Euphues and his Euphoebus, page 153. A clere conscience is a sure carde.[33:5] Euphues, page 207. As lyke as one pease is to another. Euphues, page 215. Goe to bed with the Lambe, and rise with the Larke.[33:6] Euphues and his England, page 229. A comely olde man as busie as a bee. Euphues and his England, page 252. Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate. Euphues and his England, page 279. Where the streame runneth smoothest, the water is deepest.[33:7] Euphues and his England, page 287. Your eyes are so sharpe that you cannot onely looke through a Milstone, but cleane through the minde. Euphues and his England, page 289. I am glad that my Adonis hath a sweete tooth in his head. Euphues and his England, page 308. A Rose is sweeter in the budde than full blowne.[33:8] Euphues and his England, page 314. Footnotes [32:1] Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise. Shakespeare: Cymbeline, act ii. sc. 3. [32:2] Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy. Shakespeare: Hamlet, act i. sc. 3. [32:3] The camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows.—Shakespeare: 1 Henry IV. act ii. sc. 4. [32:5] A brown study.—Swift: Polite Conversation. [32:6] Water continually dropping will wear hard rocks hollow.—Plutarch: Of the Training of Children. Stillicidi casus lapidem cavat (Continual dropping wears away a stone). Lucretius: i. 314. [32:7] Many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timber'd oak. Shakespeare: 3 Henry VI. act ii. sc. 1. [32:9] Jupiter himself was turned into a satyr, a shepherd, a bull, a swan, a golden shower, and what not for love.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sec. ii. mem. i. subs. 1. [33:1] The main chance.—Shakespeare: 1 Henry VI. act i. sc. 1. Butler: Hudibras, part ii. canto ii. Dryden: Persius, satire vi. [33:3] 'T is a world to see.—Shakespeare: Taming of the Shrew, act ii. sc. 1. [33:5] This is a sure card.—Thersytes, circa 1550. [33:6] To rise with the lark and go to bed with the lamb.—Breton: Court and Country, 1618 (reprint, page 182). Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.—Hurdis: The Village Curate. [33:8] The rose is fairest when 't is budding new.—Scott: Lady of the Lake, canto iii. st. 1.
[34] SIR PHILIP SIDNEY. 1554-1586. Sweet food of sweetly uttered knowledge. Defence of Poesy. He cometh unto you with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney-corner. Defence of Poesy. I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet. Defence of Poesy. High-erected thoughts seated in the heart of courtesy.[34:1] Arcadia. Book i. They are never alone that are accompanied with noble thoughts.[34:2] Arcadia. Book i. Many-headed multitude.[34:3] Arcadia. Book ii. My dear, my better half. Arcadia. Book iii. Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.[34:4] Astrophel and Stella, i. Have I caught my heav'nly jewel.[34:5] Astrophel and Stella, i. Second Song. Footnotes [34:1] Great thoughts come from the heart.—Vauvenargues: Maxim cxxvii. [34:2] He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts.—Fletcher: Love's Cure, act iii. sc. 3. [34:3] Many-headed multitude.—Shakespeare: Coriolanus, act ii. sc. 3. This many-headed monster, Multitude.—Daniel: History of the Civil War, book ii. st. 13. [34:4] Look, then, into thine heart and write.—Longfellow: Voices of the Night. Prelude. [34:5] Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor.
CYRIL TOURNEUR. Circa 1600. A drunkard clasp his teeth and not undo 'em, To suffer wet damnation to run through 'em.[34:6] The Revenger's Tragedy. Act iii. Sc. 1. Footnotes [34:6] Distilled damnation.—Robert Hall (in Gregory's "Life of Hall").
[35] LORD BROOKE. 1554-1628. O wearisome condition of humanity! Mustapha. Act v. Sc. 4. And out of mind as soon as out of sight.[35:1] Sonnet lvi. Footnotes [35:1] See Thomas À Kempis, page 7.
GEORGE CHAPMAN. 1557-1634. None ever loved but at first sight they loved.[35:2] The Blind Beggar of Alexandria. An ill weed grows apace.[35:3] An Humorous Day's Mirth. Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.[35:4] An Humorous Day's Mirth. Exceeding fair she was not; and yet fair In that she never studied to be fairer Than Nature made her; beauty cost her nothing, Her virtues were so rare. All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1. I tell thee Love is Nature's second sun, Causing a spring of virtues where he shines. All Fools. Act i. Sc. 1. Cornelia. What flowers are these? Cor. Oh, that 's for lovers' thoughts.[35:5] All Fools. Act ii. Sc. 1. Fortune, the great commandress of the world, Hath divers ways to advance her followers: To some she gives honour without deserving, To other some, deserving without honour.[35:6] All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1. [36] Young men think old men are fools; but old men know young men are fools.[36:1] All Fools. Act v. Sc. 1. Virtue is not malicious; wrong done her Is righted even when men grant they err. Monsieur D'Olive. Act i. Sc. 1. For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.[36:2] Monsieur D'Olive. Act v. Sc. 1. Let no man value at a little price A virtuous woman's counsel; her wing'd spirit Is feather'd oftentimes with heavenly words. The Gentleman Usher. Act iv. Sc. 1. To put a girdle round about the world.[36:3] Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1. His deeds inimitable, like the sea That shuts still as it opes, and leaves no tracts Nor prints of precedent for poor men's facts. Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1. So our lives In acts exemplary, not only win Ourselves good names, but doth to others give Matter for virtuous deeds, by which we live.[36:4] Bussy D'Ambois. Act i. Sc. 1. Who to himself is law no law doth need, Offends no law, and is a king indeed. Bussy D'Ambois. Act ii. Sc. 1. Each natural agent works but to this end,— To render that it works on like itself. Bussy D'Ambois. Act iii. Sc. 1. [37] 'T is immortality to die aspiring, As if a man were taken quick to heaven. Conspiracy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea Loves t' have his sails fill'd with a lusty wind, Even till his sail-yards tremble, his masts crack, And his rapt ship run on her side so low That she drinks water, and her keel plows air. Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act iii. Sc. 1. He is at no end of his actions blest Whose ends will make him greatest, and not best. Tragedy of Charles, Duke of Byron. Act v. Sc. 1. Words writ in waters.[37:1] Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2. They 're only truly great who are truly good.[37:2] Revenge for Honour. Act v. Sc. 2. Keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee.[37:3] Light gains make heavy purses. 'T is good to be merry and wise.[37:4] Eastward Ho.[37:5] Act i. Sc. 1. Make ducks and drakes with shillings. Eastward Ho.[37:5] Act i. Sc. 1. Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out on 't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia]; for we are all one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more comfort of them there than we do here.[37:6] Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2. [38] Enough 's as good as a feast.[38:1] Eastward Ho. Act iii. Sc. 2. Fair words never hurt the tongue.[38:2] Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1. Let pride go afore, shame will follow after.[38:3] Eastward Ho. Act iv. Sc. 1. I will neither yield to the song of the siren nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf. Eastward Ho. Act v. Sc. 1. As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose. Epilogue to Translations. Promise is most given when the least is said. MusÆus of Hero and Leander. Footnotes [35:2] Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?—Marlowe: Hero and Leander. I saw and loved.—Gibbon: Memoirs, vol. i. p. 106. [35:4] Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.—Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona, act v. sc. 2. [35:5] There is pansies, that 's for thoughts.—Shakespeare: Hamlet, act iv. sc. 5. [35:6] Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.—Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act ii. sc. 5. [36:1] Quoted by Camden as a saying of one Dr. Metcalf. It is now in many peoples' mouths, and likely to pass into a proverb.—Ray: Proverbs (Bohn ed.), p. 145. [36:2] One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, act i. sc. 2. [36:3] I 'll put a girdle round about the earth.—Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream, act ii. sc. 1. [36:4] Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime. Longfellow: A Psalm of Life. [37:1] Here lies one whose name was writ in water.—Keats's own Epitaph. [37:2] To be noble we 'll be good.—Winifreda (Percy's Reliques). 'T is only noble to be good.—Tennyson: Lady Clara Vere de Vere, stanza 7. [37:3] The same in Franklin's Poor Richard. [37:5] By Chapman, Jonson, and Marston. [37:6] This is the famous passage that gave offence to James I., and caused the imprisonment of the authors. The leaves containing it were cancelled and reprinted, and it only occurs in a few of the original copies.—Richard Herne Shepherd. [38:1] Dives and Pauper (1493). Gascoigne: Memories (1575). Fielding: Covent Garden Tragedy, act ii. sc. 6. Bickerstaff: Love in a Village, act iii. sc. 1. See Heywood, page 20.
WILLIAM WARNER. 1558-1609. With that she dasht her on the lippes, So dyed double red: Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled. Albion's England. Book viii. chap. xli. stanza 53. We thinke no greater blisse then such To be as be we would, When blessed none but such as be The same as be they should. Albion's England. Book x. chap. lix. stanza 68.
SIR RICHARD HOLLAND. O Douglas, O Douglas! Tendir and trewe. The Buke of the Howlat.[38:4] Stanza xxxi. Footnotes [38:4] The allegorical poem of The Howlat was composed about the middle of the fifteenth century. Of the personal history of the author no kind of information has been discovered. Printed by the Bannatyne Club, 1823.
[39] SIR JOHN HARRINGTON. 1561-1612. Treason doth never prosper: what 's the reason? Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.[39:1] Epigrams. Book iv. Ep. 5. Footnotes [39:1] Prosperum ac felix scelus Virtus vocatur (Successful and fortunate crime is called virtue). Seneca: Herc. Furens, ii. 250.
SAMUEL DANIEL. 1562-1619. As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out thorough, and his frailty find.[39:2] History of the Civil War. Book iv. Stanza 84. Sacred religion! mother of form and fear. Musophilus. Stanza 57. And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world. Musophilus. Stanza 97. This is the thing that I was born to do. Musophilus. Stanza 100. And who (in time) knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?[39:3] Musophilus. Stanza 163. Unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man! To the Countess of Cumberland. Stanza 12. Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born. To Delia. Sonnet 51. Footnotes [39:2] The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made. Waller: Verses upon his Divine Poesy. [39:3] Westward the course of empire takes its way.—Berkeley: On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.
[40] MICHAEL DRAYTON. 1563-1631. Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had. (Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy. For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain. (Said of Marlowe.) To Henry Reynolds, of Poets and Poesy. The coast was clear.[40:1] Nymphidia. When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover. Ideas. An Allusion to the Eaglets. lxi. Footnotes [40:1] Somerville: The Night-Walker.
CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE. 1565-1593. Comparisons are odious.[40:2] Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. I 'm armed with more than complete steel,— The justice of my quarrel.[40:3] Lust's Dominion. Act iii. Sc. 4. Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?[40:4] Hero and Leander. Come live with me, and be my love; And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dales and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. [41] By shallow rivers, to whose falls[41:1] Melodious birds sing madrigals. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies. The Passionate Shepherd to his Love. Infinite riches in a little room. The Jew of Malta. Act i. Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness. The Jew of Malta. Act i. Now will I show myself to have more of the serpent than the dove;[41:2] that is, more knave than fool. The Jew of Malta. Act ii. Love me little, love me long.[41:3] The Jew of Malta. Act iv. When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven. Faustus. Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium? Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul:[41:4] see, where it flies! Faustus. O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Faustus. Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnÈd is Apollo's laurel bough,[41:5] That sometime grew within this learnÈd man. Faustus. Footnotes [40:3] Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted. Shakespeare: Henry VI. act iii. sc. 2. [40:4] The same in Shakespeare's As You Like It. Compare Chapman, page 35. [41:1] To shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sings madrigals; There will we make our peds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies. Shakespeare: Merry Wives of Windsor, act iii. sc. i. (Sung by Evans). [41:2] Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.—Matthew x. 16. [41:4] Once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips. Tennyson: Fatima, stanza 3. [41:5] O, withered is the garland of the war! The soldier's pole is fallen. Shakespeare: Antony and Cleopatra, act iv. sc. 13.
[42] WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. 1564-1616. (From the text of Clark and Wright.) I would fain die a dry death. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 1. What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated To closeness and the bettering of my mind. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Like one Who having into truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. My library Was dukedom large enough. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. From the still-vexed Bermoothes. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Fill all thy bones with aches. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. [43] The fringed curtains of thine eye advance. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. There 's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. The Tempest. Act i. Sc. 2. Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 1. A very ancient and fish-like smell. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. The Tempest. Act ii. Sc. 2. Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 1. He that dies pays all debts. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 2. A kind Of excellent dumb discourse. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. Deeper than e'er plummet sounded. The Tempest. Act iii. Sc. 3. Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. With foreheads villanous low. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1. Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. The Tempest. Act v. Sc. 1. [44] Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 1. I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2. O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day! The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act i. Sc. 3. And if it please you, so; if not, why, so. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1. O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face,[44:1] or a weathercock on a steeple. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 1. She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4. He makes sweet music with th' enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 7. That man that hath a tongue, I say, is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1. Except I be by Sylvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iii. Sc. 1. A man I am, cross'd with adversity. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 1. Is she not passing fair? The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act iv. Sc. 4. How use doth breed a habit in a man![44:2] The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4. O heaven! were man But constant, he were perfect. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4. Come not within the measure of my wrath. The Two Gentlemen of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4. I will make a Star-chamber matter of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. All his successors gone before him have done 't; and all his ancestors that come after him may. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. [45] It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. Seven hundred pounds and possibilities is good gifts. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. Mine host of the Garter. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. I had rather than forty shillings I had my Book of Songs and Sonnets here. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. If there be no great love in the beginning, yet heaven may decrease it upon better acquaintance, when we are married and have more occasion to know one another: I hope, upon familiarity will grow more contempt.[45:1] The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 1. O base Hungarian wight! wilt thou the spigot wield? The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. "Convey," the wise it call. "Steal!" foh! a fico for the phrase! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. Tester I 'll have in pouch, when thou shalt lack, Base Phrygian Turk! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. Thou art the Mars of malcontents. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 3. Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act i. Sc. 4. We burn daylight. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. There 's the humour of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 1. Why, then the world 's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. This is the short and the long of it. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Unless experience be a jewel. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Like a fair house, built on another man's ground. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 2. We have some salt of our youth in us. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act ii. Sc. 3. [46] I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.[46:1] The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 2. What a taking was he in when your husband asked who was in the basket! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, what a world of vile ill-favour'd faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4. Happy man be his dole! The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 4. I have a kind of alacrity in sinking. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. As good luck would have it.[46:2] The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. The rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. A man of my kidney. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. Think of that, Master Brook. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iii. Sc. 5. Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 1. In his old lunes again. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2. So curses all Eve's daughters, of what complexion soever. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act iv. Sc. 2. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers....There is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. The Merry Wives of Windsor. Act v. Sc. 1. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 1. [47] He was ever precise in promise-keeping. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 2. Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 3.[47:1] I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1] A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1] He arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1] Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Measure for Measure. Act i. Sc. 4.[47:1] The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1. Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1. This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 1. Condemn the fault, and not the actor of it? Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace As mercy does.[47:2] Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took Found out the remedy. How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. [48] The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. But man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he 's most assured, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As make the angels weep. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2. Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt. Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 4. The miserable have no other medicine, But only hope. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. Palsied eld. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. The sense of death is most in apprehension; And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. The cunning livery of hell. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. [49] The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.[49:1] Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. There, at the moated grange, resides this dejected Mariana.[49:2] Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side! Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 2. Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.[49:3] Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1. Every true man's apparel fits your thief. Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 2. We would, and we would not. Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 4. A forted residence 'gainst the tooth of time And razure of oblivion. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. Truth is truth To the end of reckoning. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. My business in this state Made me a looker on here in Vienna. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. [50] They say, best men are moulded out of faults, And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. What 's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine. Measure for Measure. Act v. Sc. 1. The pleasing punishment that women bear. The Comedy of Errors. Act i. Sc. 1. A wretched soul, bruised with adversity. The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 1. Every why hath a wherefore.[50:1] The Comedy of Errors. Act ii. Sc. 2. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. The Comedy of Errors. Act iii. Sc. 1. One Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain, A mere anatomy. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1. A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1. Let 's go hand in hand, not one before another. The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1. He hath indeed better bettered expectation. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. A very valiant trencher-man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. There 's a skirmish of wit between them. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. The gentleman is not in your books. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. Benedick the married man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. He is of a very melancholy disposition. Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1. He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. As merry as the day is long. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. [51] Speak low if you speak love. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 1. Lie ten nights awake, carving the fashion of a new doublet. He was wont to speak plain and to the purpose. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,— One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sits the wind in that corner? Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3. Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of the brain awe a man from the career of his humour? No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married. Much Ado about Nothing. Act ii. Sc. 3. Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 1. From the crown of his head to the sole of his foot,[51:1] he is all mirth. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2. Every one can master a grief but he that has it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 2. Are you good men and true? Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be a well-favoured man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by nature. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. The most senseless and fit man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. [52] You shall comprehend all vagrom men. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. 2 Watch. How if a' will not stand? Dogb. Why, then, take no note of him, but let him go; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. Is most tolerable, and not to be endured. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. If they make you not then the better answer, you may say they are not the men you took them for. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. The most peaceable way for you if you do take a thief, is to let him show himself what he is and steal out of your company. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. I know that Deformed. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. The fashion wears out more apparel than the man. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3. Comparisons are odorous. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. If I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in my heart to bestow it all of your worship. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. A good old man, sir; he will be talking: as they say, When the age is in the wit is out. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 5. O, what men dare do! what men may do! what men daily do, not knowing what they do! Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. O, what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal! Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. I never tempted her with word too large, But, as a brother to his sister, show'd Bashful sincerity and comely love. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. I have mark'd A thousand blushing apparitions To start into her face, a thousand innocent shames In angel whiteness beat away those blushes. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. [53] For it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life, Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit, More moving-delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 1. Masters, it is proved already that you are little better than false knaves; and it will go near to be thought so shortly. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. The eftest way. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. Flat burglary as ever was committed. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. Condemned into everlasting redemption. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. O, that he were here to write me down an ass! Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. A fellow that hath had losses, and one that hath two gowns and every thing handsome about him. Much Ado about Nothing. Act iv. Sc. 2. Patch grief with proverbs. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. Men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. Charm ache with air, and agony with words. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. 'T is all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. [54] Some of us will smart for it. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1. I was not born under a rhyming planet. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 2. Done to death by slanderous tongues. Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 3. Or, having sworn too hard a keeping oath, Study to break it and not break my troth. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Light seeking light doth light of light beguile. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Small have continual plodders ever won Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights That give a name to every fixed star Have no more profit of their shining nights Than those that walk and wot not what they are. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth;[54:1] But like of each thing that in season grows. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. A high hope for a low heaven. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. And men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. That unlettered small-knowing soul. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. A child of our grandmother Eve, a female; or, for thy more sweet understanding, a woman. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow! Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. The world was very guilty of such a ballad some three ages since; but I think now 't is not to be found. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. The rational hind Costard. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. [55] Devise, wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. Love's Labour's Lost. Act i. Sc. 2. A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in arts, glorious in arms: Nothing becomes him ill that he would well. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. A merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse. Love's Labour's Lost. Act ii. Sc. 1. By my penny of observation. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. The boy hath sold him a bargain,—a goose. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. A very beadle to a humorous sigh. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans, Liege of all loiterers and malcontents. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iii. Sc. 1. A buck of the first head. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. He hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; he hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. Many can brook the weather that love not the wind. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. You two are book-men. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. Dictynna, goodman Dull. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. These are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 2. For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye? Learning is but an adjunct to ourself. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. [56] It adds a precious seeing to the eye. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. As sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;[56:1] And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world. Love's Labour's Lost. Act iv. Sc. 3. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. Priscian! a little scratched, 't will serve. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. In the posteriors of this day, which the rude multitude call the afternoon. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 1. They have measured many a mile To tread a measure with you on this grass. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. Let me take you a button-hole lower. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. I have seen the day of wrong through the little hole of discretion. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. When daisies pied and violets blue, And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. [57] The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. Love's Labour's Lost. Act v. Sc. 2. But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn[57:1] Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. For aught that I could ever read,[57:2] Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 1. Masters, spread yourselves. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. This is Ercles' vein. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. I am slow of study. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. That would hang us, every mother's son. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you, an 't were any nightingale. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. A proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2. The human mortals. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[57:3] The rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. [58] And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:1] I 'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.[58:2] A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. My heart Is true as steel.[58:3] A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1.[58:4] I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act ii. Sc. 1. A lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 1. Lord, what fools these mortals be! A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen,[58:5] man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iv. Sc. 1. [59] The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear! A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. For never anything can be amiss, When simpleness and duty tender it. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. The true beginning of our end.[59:1] A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. The best in this kind are but shadows. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. A very gentle beast, and of a good conscience. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1. My ventures are not in one bottom trusted, Nor to one place. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. You have too much respect upon the world: They lose it that do buy it with much care. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. [60] I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano,— A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips, let no dog bark! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Fish not, with this melancholy bait, For this fool gudgeon, this opinion. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. In my school-days, when I had lost one shaft, I shot his fellow of the selfsame flight The selfsame way, with more advised watch, To find the other forth; and by adventuring both, I oft found both. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 1. They are as sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. Superfluity comes sooner by white hairs, but competency lives longer. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces.[60:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. [61] The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. He doth nothing but talk of his horse. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. I dote on his very absence. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 2. My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Ships are but boards, sailors but men: there be land-rats and water-rats, water-thieves and land-thieves. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you. What news on the Rialto? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. A goodly apple rotten at the heart: O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. For when did friendship take A breed for barren metal of his friend? The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. [62] O Father Abram! what these Christians are, Whose own hard dealings teaches them suspect The thoughts of others! The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3. Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadow'd livery of the burnish'd sun. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 1. The young gentleman, according to Fates and Destinies and such odd sayings, the Sisters Three and such branches of learning, is indeed deceased; or, as you would say in plain terms, gone to heaven. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. The very staff of my age, my very prop. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. It is a wise father that knows his own child. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. An honest exceeding poor man. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. Truth will come to sight; murder cannot be hid long. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. In the twinkling of an eye. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 2. And the vile squeaking of the wry-necked fife. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 5. All things that are, Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her native bay, Hugg'd and embraced by the strumpet wind! How like the prodigal doth she return, With over-weather'd ribs and ragged sails, Lean, rent, and beggar'd by the strumpet wind! The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6. Must I hold a candle to my shames? The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6. But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6. All that glisters is not gold.[62:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7. Young in limbs, in judgment old. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 7. Even in the force and road of casualty. The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9. [63] Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.[63:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 9. If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1. If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1. I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard, but I will better the instruction. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 1. Makes a swan-like end, Fading in music.[63:2] The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, Reply. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. There is no vice so simple but assumes Some mark of virtue in his outward parts. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Thus ornament is but the guiled shore To a most dangerous sea. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. [64] An unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractised; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn.[64:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. The kindest man, The best-condition'd and unwearied spirit In doing courtesies. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2. Thus when I shun Scylla, your father, I fall into Charybdis, your mother.[64:2] The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5. Let it serve for table-talk. The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 5. A harmless necessary cat. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. I am a tainted wether of the flock, Meetest for death: the weakest kind of fruit Drops earliest to the ground. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. I never knew so young a body with so old a head. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest: It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. 'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's, [65]When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. A Daniel come to judgment! yea, a Daniel! The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. Is it so nominated in the bond?[65:1] The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. 'T is not in the bond. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. Speak me fair in death. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. An upright judge, a learned judge! The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. A second Daniel, a Daniel, Jew! Now, infidel, I have you on the hip. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. You take my house when you do take the prop That doth sustain my house; you take my life When you do take the means whereby I live. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. He is well paid that is well satisfied. The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1. How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here we will sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold: There 's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins. Such harmony is in immortal souls; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. I am never merry when I hear sweet music. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. [66] The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. This night methinks is but the daylight sick. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. These blessed candles of the night. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way Of starved people. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. We will answer all things faithfully. The Merchant of Venice. Act v. Sc. 1. Fortune reigns in gifts of the world. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. The little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. Well said: that was laid on with a trowel. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. Your heart's desires be with you! As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. One out of suits with fortune. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. My pride fell with my fortunes. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 2. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. O, how full of briers is this working-day world! As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. We 'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have. As You Like It. Act i. Sc. 3. [67] Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. The big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 1. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3. For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3. O, good old man, how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 3. Ay, now am I in Arden: the more fool I. When I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4. I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 4. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 5. I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. [68] And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.[68:1] As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Motley 's the only wear. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. If ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it; and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. The "why" is plain as way to parish church. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. True is it that we have seen better days. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. [69] And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players.[69:1] They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. [70] Blow, blow, thou winter wind! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. It goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. This is the very false gallop of verses. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let us make an honourable retreat. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. With bag and baggage. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all hooping. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Answer me in one word. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. I do desire we may be better strangers. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. I 'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Every one fault seeming monstrous till his fellow-fault came to match it. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Neither rhyme nor reason.[70:1] As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. I would the gods had made thee poetical. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 5. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. I have gained my experience. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. [71] I had rather have a fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad. As You Like it. Act iv. Sc. 1. I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. I 'll warrant him heart-whole. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. Good orators, when they are out, they will spit. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them,—but not for love. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. Can one desire too much of a good thing?[71:1] As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. For ever and a day. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed: maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 2. Chewing the food[71:2] of sweet and bitter fancy. As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 3. It is meat and drink to me. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1. "So so" is good, very good, very excellent good; and yet it is not; it is but so so. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1. The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1. I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 1. No sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved; no sooner loved but they sighed; no sooner sighed but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 2. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. [72] An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. The Retort Courteous;...the Quip Modest;...the Reply Churlish;...the Reproof Valiant;...the Countercheck Quarrelsome;...the Lie with Circumstance;...the Lie Direct. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If. As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4. Good wine needs no bush.[72:1] As You Like It. Epilogue. What a case am I in. As You Like It. Epilogue. Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. Let the world slide.[72:2] The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. I 'll not budge an inch. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 1. As Stephen Sly and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turph and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw. The Taming of the Shrew. Induc. Sc. 2. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1. There 's small choice in rotten apples. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing comes amiss; so money comes withal. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. And do as adversaries do in law,— Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. The Taming of the Shrew. Act i. Sc. 2. Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.[72:3] The Taming of the Shrew. Act iii. Sc. 2. [73] And thereby hangs a tale. The Taming of the Shrew. Act iv. Sc. 1. My cake is dough. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 1. A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,— Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. The Taming of the Shrew. Act v. Sc. 2. 'T were all one That I should love a bright particular star, And think to wed it. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. The hind that would be mated by the lion Must die for love. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 1. Service is no heritage. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3. He must needs go that the devil drives.[73:1] All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3. My friends were poor but honest. All's Well that Ends Well. Act i. Sc. 3. Oft expectation fails, and most oft there Where most it promises. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 1. I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 2. From lowest place when virtuous things proceed, The place is dignified by the doer's deed. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3. They say miracles are past. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3. All the learned and authentic fellows. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3. A young man married is a man that 's marr'd. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 3. Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy, And pleasure drown the brim. All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4. No legacy is so rich as honesty. All's Well that Ends Well. Act iii. Sc. 5. [74] The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together. All's Well that Ends Well. Act iv. Sc. 3. Whose words all ears took captive. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time.[74:1] All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. All impediments in fancy's course Are motives of more fancy. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet. All's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3. If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound[74:2] That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 1. I am sure care 's an enemy to life. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. At my fingers' ends.[74:3] Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. Wherefore are these things hid? Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. Is it a world to hide virtues in? Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 3. One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. We will draw the curtain and show you the picture. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. 'T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell'st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave And leave the world no copy. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. [75] Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5. Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. Is there no respect of place, parsons, nor time in you? Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. Sir To. Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Clo. Yes, by Saint Anne, and ginger shall be hot i' the mouth too. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 3. These most brisk and giddy-paced times. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. Duke. And what 's her history? Vio. A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, [76]Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4. An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 5. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. Oh, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip! Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 2. I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. Put thyself into the trick of singularity. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. 'T is not for gravity to play at cherry-pit with Satan. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. This is very midsummer madness. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. What, man! defy the Devil: consider, he is an enemy to mankind. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. More matter for a May morning. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4. An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I 'ld have challenged him. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[76:1] [77] Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something. Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1] Out of the jaws of death.[77:2] Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.[77:1] As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, That that is, is. Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2. Clo. What is the opinion of Pythagoras concerning wild fowl? Mal. That the soul of our grandam might haply inhabit a bird. Twelfth Night. Act iv. Sc. 2. Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges. Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. For the rain it raineth every day. Twelfth Night. Act v. Sc. 1. They say we are Almost as like as eggs. The Winter's Tale. Act i. Sc. 2. What 's gone and what 's past help Should be past grief. The Winter's Tale. Act iii. Sc. 2. A snapper-up of unconsidered trifles. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3.[77:3] A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 3. O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength,—a malady [78]Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4.[78:1] When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea,[78:2] that you might ever do Nothing but that. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. I love a ballad in print o' life, for then we are sure they are true. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. To unpathed waters, undreamed shores. The Winter's Tale. Act iv. Sc. 4. Lord of thy presence and no land beside. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. And if his name be George, I 'll call him Peter; For new-made honour doth forget men's names. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. For he is but a bastard to the time That doth not smack of observation. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. Sweet, sweet, sweet poison for the age's tooth. King John. Act i. Sc. 1. For courage mounteth with occasion. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. I would that I were low laid in my grave: I am not worth this coil that 's made for me. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. Saint George, that swinged the dragon, and e'er since Sits on his horse back at mine hostess' door. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. He is the half part of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she; And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fulness of perfection lies in him. King John. Act ii. Sc. 1. Talks as familiarly of roaring lions As maids of thirteen do of puppy-dogs! King John. Act ii. Sc. 1.[78:3] Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad. King John. Act ii. Sc. 2.[78:3] [79] I will instruct my sorrows to be proud; For grief is proud, and makes his owner stoop. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1] Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1.[79:1] Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward! Thou little valiant, great in villany! Thou ever strong upon the stronger side! Thou Fortune's champion that dost never fight But when her humorous ladyship is by To teach thee safety. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame, And hang a calf's-skin on those recreant limbs. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions. King John. Act iii. Sc. 1. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye.[79:2] King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. And he that stands upon a slippery place. Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up. King John. Act iii. Sc. 4. How now, foolish rheum! King John. Act iv. Sc. 1. To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. [80] And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse.[80:1] King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. We cannot hold mortality's strong hand. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. Make haste; the better foot before. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. Another lean unwashed artificer. King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Make deeds ill done! King John. Act iv. Sc. 2. Mocking the air with colours idly spread. King John. Act v. Sc. 1. 'T is strange that death should sing. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death,[80:2] And from the organ-pipe of frailty sings His soul and body to their lasting rest. King John. Act v. Sc. 7. Now my soul hath elbow-room. King John. Act v. Sc. 7. This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror. King John. Act v. Sc. 7. Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. King John. Act v. Sc. 7. Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. In rage deaf as the sea, hasty as fire. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 1. The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. Truth hath a quiet breast. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. [81] O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O, no! the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse. King Richard II. Act i. Sc. 3. The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1. The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1. This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,— This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1. The ripest fruit first falls. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 1. Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor. King Richard II. Act ii. Sc. 3. Eating the bitter bread of banishment. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 1. Fires the proud tops of the eastern pines. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. O, call back yesterday, bid time return! King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let 's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. [82] And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Comes at the last, and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall—and farewell king! King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 2. He is come to open The purple testament of bleeding war. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3. And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave. King Richard II. Act iii. Sc. 3. Gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long. King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1. A mockery king of snow. King Richard II. Act iv. Sc. 1. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious. King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 2. As for a camel To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.[82:1] King Richard II. Act v. Sc. 5. So shaken as we are, so wan with care. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. In those holy fields Over whose acres walked those blessed feet Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Old father antic the law. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. [83] I would to God thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Thou hast damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. And now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. 'T is my vocation, Hal; 't is no sin for a man to labour in his vocation. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. He will give the devil his due.[83:1] King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. There 's neither honesty, manhood, nor good fellowship in thee. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as to work. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Showed like a stubble-land at harvest-home; He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took 't away again. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He called the untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. God save the mark. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly; and but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. [84] The blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks. King Henry IV. Part I. Act i. Sc. 3. I know a trick worth two of that. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1. If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I 'll be hanged. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. Falstaff sweats to death, And lards the lean earth as he walks along. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2. Out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3. Brain him with his lady's fan. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 3. A Corinthian, a lad of mettle, a good boy. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of all cowards, I say. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. I am a Jew else, an Ebrew Jew. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. I have peppered two of them: two I am sure I have paid, two rogues in buckram suits. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face; call me horse. Thou knowest my old ward: here I lay, and thus I bore my point. Four rogues in buckram let drive at me— King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Three misbegotten knaves in Kendal green. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. [85] Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Mark now, how a plain tale shall put you down. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. I was now a coward on instinct. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. What doth gravity out of his bed at midnight? King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. A plague of sighing and grief! It blows a man up like a bladder. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. In King Cambyses' vein. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. That reverend vice, that grey iniquity, that father ruffian, that vanity in years. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Banish plump Jack, and banish all the world. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Play out the play. King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. O, monstrous! but one half-pennyworth of bread to this intolerable deal of sack! King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Diseased Nature oftentimes breaks forth In strange eruptions. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. I am not in the roll of common men. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. Glen. I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Hot. Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come when you do call for them? King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. While you live, tell truth and shame the devil![85:1] King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. I had rather be a kitten and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. A deal of skimble-skamble stuff. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. [86] Exceedingly well read. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. A good mouth-filling oath. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1. A fellow of no mark nor likelihood. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is made of, I am a pepper-corn. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. Company, villanous company, hath been the spoil of me. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. Rob me the exchequer. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 3. This sickness doth infect The very life-blood of our enterprise. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. That daffed the world aside, And bid it pass. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. All plumed like estridges that with the wind Baited like eagles having lately bathed; Glittering in golden coats, like images; As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus And witch the world with noble horsemanship. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 1. The cankers of a calm world and a long peace. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2. A mad fellow met me on the way and told me I had unloaded all the gibbets and pressed the dead bodies. No eye hath seen such scarecrows. I 'll not march through Coventry with them, that 's flat: nay, and the [87]villains march wide betwixt the legs, as if they had gyves on; for indeed I had the most of them out of prison. There 's but a shirt and a half in all my company; and the half-shirt is two napkins tacked together and thrown over the shoulders like an herald's coat without sleeves. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. Sc. 2. Food for powder, food for powder; they 'll fill a pit as well as better. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2. To the latter end of a fray and the beginning of a feast[87:1] Fits a dull fighter and a keen guest. King Henry IV. Part I. Act iv. 2. I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1. Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1. Two stars keep not their motion in one sphere. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. This earth that bears thee dead Bears not alive so stout a gentleman. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. Thy ignominy sleep with thee in the grave, But not remember'd in thy epitaph! King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. I could have better spared a better man. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. The better part of valour is discretion.[87:2] King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. Full bravely hast thou fleshed Thy maiden sword. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. [88] Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying! I grant you I was down and out of breath; and so was he. But we rose both at an instant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. I 'll purge, and leave sack, and live cleanly. King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 4. Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless, So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone, Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night, And would have told him half his Troy was burnt. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1. Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office, and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell, Remember'd tolling a departing friend. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1. I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. A rascally yea-forsooth knave. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. Some smack of age in you, some relish of the saltness of time. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. We that are in the vaward of our youth. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. For my voice, I have lost it with halloing and singing of anthems. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. It was alway yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing to make it too common. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. Who lined himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 2. When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection.[88:1] King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. [89] An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. Past and to come seems best; things present worst. King Henry IV. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. A poor lone woman. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1. I 'll tickle your catastrophe. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1. He hath eaten me out of house and home. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel-gilt goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber, at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, upon Wednesday in Wheeson week. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 1. I do now remember the poor creature, small beer. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2. Let the end try the man. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thus we play the fools with the time, and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 2. He was indeed the glass Wherein the noble youth did dress themselves. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 3. Aggravate your choler. King Henry IV. Part II. Act ii. Sc. 4. O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1. With all appliances and means to boot. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1. Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1. Death, as the Psalmist saith, is certain to all; all shall die. How a good yoke of bullocks at Stamford fair? King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Accommodated; that is, when a man is, as they say, accommodated; or when a man is, being, whereby a' may be thought to be accommodated,—which is an excellent thing. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Most forcible Feeble. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. [90] We have heard the chimes at midnight. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. A man can die but once. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. Like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring: when a' was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. We are ready to try our fortunes To the last man. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2. I may justly say, with the hook-nosed fellow of Rome, "I came, saw, and overcame." King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 3. He hath a tear for pity, and a hand Open as day for melting charity. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 4. Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1] Commit The oldest sins the newest kind of ways. King Henry IV. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 5.[90:1] A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kickshaws, tell William cook. King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 1. His cares are now all ended. King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 2. Falstaff. What wind blew you hither, Pistol? Pistol. Not the ill wind which blows no man to good.[90:2] King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3. A foutre for the world and worldlings base! I speak of Africa and golden joys. King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3. Under which king, Bezonian? speak, or die! King Henry IV. Part II. Act v. Sc. 3. O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention! King Henry V. Prologue. Consideration, like an angel, came And whipped the offending Adam out of him. King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1. [91] Turn him to any cause of policy, The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, Familiar as his garter: that when he speaks, The air, a chartered libertine, is still. King Henry V. Act i. Sc. 1. Base is the slave that pays. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1. Even at the turning o' the tide. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3. His nose was as sharp as a pen, and a' babbled of green fields. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3. As cold as any stone. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 3. Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin As self-neglecting. King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 4. Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there 's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1. And sheathed their swords for lack of argument. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 1. I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2. Men of few words are the best men. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2. I thought upon one pair of English legs Did march three Frenchmen. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 6. You may as well say, that 's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 7.[91:1] The hum of either army stilly sounds, That the fixed sentinels almost receive The secret whispers of each other's watch; [92]Fire answers fire, and through their paly flames Each battle sees the other's umbered face; Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs Piercing the night's dull ear, and from the tents The armourers, accomplishing the knights, With busy hammers closing rivets up,[92:1] Give dreadful note of preparation. King Henry V. Act iv. Prologue. There is some soul of goodness in things evil, Would men observingly distil it out. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. Every subject's duty is the king's; but every subject's soul is his own. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. Who with a body filled and vacant mind Gets him to rest, crammed with distressful bread. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1. But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. This day is called the feast of Crispian: He that outlives this day and comes safe home, Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named, And rouse him at the name of Crispian. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. Then shall our names, Familiar in his mouth[92:2] as household words,— Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,— Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is a river in Macedon; and there is also moreover a river at Monmouth;...and there is salmons in both. King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 7. [93] An arrant traitor as any is in the universal world, or in France, or in England! King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 8. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things. King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1. By this leek, I will most horribly revenge: I eat and eat, I swear. King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1. All hell shall stir for this. King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 1. If he be not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find the best king of good fellows. King Henry V. Act v. Sc. 2. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 1. Halcyon days. King Henry VI. Part I. Act i. Sc. 2. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; Between two horses, which doth bear him best; Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,— I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. King Henry VI. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4. Delays have dangerous ends.[93:1] King Henry VI. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 2. She 's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed; She is a woman, therefore to be won. King Henry VI. Part I. Act v. Sc. 3. Main chance.[93:2] King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 1. Could I come near your beauty with my nails, I'd set my ten commandments in your face. King Henry VI. Part II. Act i. Sc. 3. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep.[93:3] King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 1. [94] What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.[94:1] King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 2. He dies, and makes no sign. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3. Close up his eyes and draw the curtain close; And let us all to meditation. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iii. Sc. 3. The gaudy, blabbing, and remorseful day Is crept into the bosom of the sea. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 1. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make it felony to drink small beer. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2. Is not this a lamentable thing, that of the skin of an innocent lamb should be made parchment? that parchment, being scribbled o'er, should undo a man? King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2. Sir, he made a chimney in my father's house, and the bricks are alive at this day to testify it. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 2. Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and, contrary to the king, his crown and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill. King Henry VI. Part II. Act iv. Sc. 7. How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown, Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy! King Henry VI. Part III. Act i. Sc. 2. And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 1. [95] The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on. King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2. Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? And happy always was it for that son Whose father for his hoarding went to hell? King Henry VI. Part III. Act ii. Sc. 2. Warwick, peace, Proud setter up and puller down of kings! King Henry VI. Part III. Act iii. Sc. 3. A little fire is quickly trodden out; Which, being suffered, rivers cannot quench. King Henry VI. Part III. Act iv. Sc. 8. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer. King Henry VI. Part III. Act v. Sc. 6. Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,— [96]Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1. To leave this keen encounter of our wits. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won? King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. Framed in the prodigality of nature. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2. The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96:1] King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of[96:2] holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3. O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4. Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4. A parlous boy. King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4. [97] So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97:1] King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1. Off with his head![97:2] King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4. Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down. King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4. Even in the afternoon of her best days. King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7. Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2. Their lips were four red roses on a stalk. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3. The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3. Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. Tetchy and wayward. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2. True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2. The king's name is a tower of strength. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. Give me another horse: bind up my wounds. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. [98] The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. A thing devised by the enemy.[98:1] King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3. I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field. King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4. A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse! King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4. Order gave each thing view. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1. 'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through. King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2. The mirror of all courtesy. King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1. This bold bad man.[98:2] King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow. King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. [99] And then to breakfast with What appetite you have. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Press not a falling man too far! King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. A load would sink a navy. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. And sleep in dull cold marble. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. [100] Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies. King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2. A royal train, believe me. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. He was a man Of an unbounded stomach. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.[100:1] King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. [101] He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2. To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2. 'T is a cruelty To load a falling man. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1] You were ever good at sudden commendations. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1] I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:2] They are too thin and bare to hide offences. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3.[101:1] Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5.[101:2] Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5. A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her. King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5. I have had my labour for my travail.[101:3] Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1. [102] Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.[102:1] Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come. Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3. Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst. Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2. The common curse of mankind,—folly and ignorance. Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3. All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air. Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3. His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty. Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it. Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5. Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action. Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3. [103] Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.[103:1] Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1. Many-headed multitude.[103:2] Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3. Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"? Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Enough, with over-measure. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1. That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2. Serv. Where dwellest thou? Cor. Under the canopy. Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5. Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple. Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3. If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy! Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6.[103:3] Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge. Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2. [104] She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of;[104:1] and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive. Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1. The eagle suffers little birds to sing. Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4. The weakest goes to the wall. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. Saint-seducing gold. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1. One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104:2] Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2. That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. [105] Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4. For you and I are past our dancing days.[105:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5. It seems she hangs[105:2] upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5. Shall have the chinks. Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5. Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5. Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:3] See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4] O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4] What 's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4] For stony limits cannot hold love out. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4] Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[105:4] [106] At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.[106:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] Rom. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops— Jul. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] The god of my idolatry. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, "It lightens." Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2.[106:2] O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3. Stabbed with a white wench's black eye. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. The courageous captain of complements. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. [107] One, two, and the third in your bosom. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. I am the very pink of courtesy. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. My man 's as true as steel.[107:1] Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4. These violent delights have violent ends. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6. Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6. Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1. A word and a blow.[107:2] Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1. A plague o' both your houses! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rom. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mer. No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1. When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2. [108] Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. The damned use that word in hell. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. Villain and he be many miles asunder. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds. Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. I do remember an apothecary,— And hereabouts he dwells. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. A beggarly account of empty boxes. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. Famine is in thy cheeks. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. The world is not thy friend nor the world's law. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. The strength Of twenty men. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book. Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3. [109] Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3. But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1. Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,—honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2. Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself; Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2. Men shut their doors against a setting sun. Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2. Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy. Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is lack of kindly warmth. Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2. Every man has his fault, and honesty is his. Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1. Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy. Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5. We have seen better days. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2. Are not within the leaf of pity writ. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3. I 'll example you with thievery: The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing 's a thief. Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3. Life's uncertain voyage. Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1. [110] As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 1. The live-long day. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 1. Beware the ides of March. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. "Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Help me, Cassius, or I sink! Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Conjure with 'em,— Brutus will start a spirit as soon as CÆsar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our CÆsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods! Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. [111] Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. But, for my own part, it was Greek to me. Julius CÆsar. Act i. Sc. 2. 'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost[111:1] round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. A dish fit for the gods. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. [112] With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112:1] That visit my sad heart. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded? Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 2. These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 2. When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 2. Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. Julius CÆsar. Act ii. Sc. 2. CÆs. The ides of March are come. Sooth. Ay, CÆsar; but not gone. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. Et tu, Brute! Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown! Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. The choice and master spirits of this age. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. [113] Though last, not least in love.[113:1] Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 1. Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not that I loved CÆsar less, but that I loved Rome more. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. Who is here so base that would be a bondman? Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury CÆsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. When that the poor have cried, CÆsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. But yesterday the word of CÆsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. See what a rent the envious Casca made. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. This was the most unkindest cut of all. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. [114] Great CÆsar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. What private griefs they have, alas, I know not. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. I only speak right on. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. Put a tongue In every wound of CÆsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. Julius CÆsar. Act iii. Sc. 2. When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 2. You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. The foremost man of all this world. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"? Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts: Dash him to pieces! Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. [115] All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. Brutus. Then I shall see thee again? Ghost. Ay, at Philippi. Brutus. Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then. Julius CÆsar. Act iv. Sc. 3. But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless. Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 1. Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made. Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 1. O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come! Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 1. The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 3. This was the noblest Roman of them all. Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 5. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!" Julius CÆsar. Act v. Sc. 5. 1 W. When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 W. When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Fair is foul, and foul is fair. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1. Banners flout the sky. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2. [116] Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Dwindle, peak, and pine. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't? Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Stands not within the prospect of belief. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. The insane root That takes the reason prisoner. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Nothing is But what is not. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3. [117] Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. More is thy due than more than all can pay. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4. Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5. This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6. The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6. If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch [118]With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118:1] Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Nor time nor place Did then adhere. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. Macb. If we should fail? Lady M. We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. [119] Memory, the warder of the brain. Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7. There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. Shut up In measureless content. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1. It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1] The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1] I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[119:1] Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, [120]The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1] Infirm of purpose! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1] 'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1] Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2.[120:1] The labour we delight in physics pain. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment? Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] There 's daggers in men's smiles. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3.[120:2] A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4.[120:3] Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means! Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4. I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. [121] Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1. Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what 's done is done. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well: Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. In them Nature's copy 's not eterne. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. A deed of dreadful note. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2. Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3. [122] But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. The air-drawn dagger. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. A thing of custom,—'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,— Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder? Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. [123] Macb. What is the night? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4. My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me. Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. A deed without a name. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. I 'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart! Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.[123:1] Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. The weird sisters. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1. When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2. [124] Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Stands Scotland where it did? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop? Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. The night is long that never finds the day. Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3. Out, damned spot! out, I say! Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1. Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1. Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1. Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. [125] Doct. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. Macb. Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? Doct. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. Macb. Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. [126] I gin to be aweary of the sun. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5. Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6. I bear a charmed life. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1] And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1] Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1] Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8.[126:1] For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. [127] It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127:1] abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127:2] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1. The memory be green. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127:3] With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. The head is not more native to the heart. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A little more than kin, and less than kind. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. 'T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd [128]His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. That it should come to this! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Frailty, thy name is woman! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A little month. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Like Niobe, all tears. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A beast, that wants discourse of reason. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. It is not nor it cannot come to good. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Season your admiration for a while. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. In the dead vast and middle of the night. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128:1] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A countenance more in sorrow than in anger. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. [129] While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Ham. His beard was grizzled,—no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Let it be tenable in your silence still. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Gave it an understanding, but no tongue. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2. A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.[129:1] Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Give thy thoughts no tongue. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129:2] of steel. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. [130] Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Springes to catch woodcocks. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3. Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, [131]Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous,[131:1] and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls? Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. I do not set my life at a pin's fee. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4. I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131:2] Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131:3] But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself[131:4] in ease on Lethe wharf. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. [132] O my prophetic soul! My uncle! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Within the book and volume of my brain. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,—meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave. Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Art thou there, truepenny? Come on—you hear this fellow in the cellarage. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. [133] O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right! Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5. The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1. This is the very ecstasy of love. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1. Brevity is the soul of wit.[133:1] Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. More matter, with less art. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Still harping on my daughter. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. They have a plentiful lack of wit. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. On fortune's cap we are not the very button. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. [134] There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. A dream itself is but a shadow. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. I know a hawk from a handsaw. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou! Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Come, give us a taste of your quality. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping? Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. [135] Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.[135:1] Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. Abuses me to damn me. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. The play 's the thing Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king. Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2. With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,—'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make [136]With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136:1] bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. I am myself indifferent honest. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1. [137] Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. The very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not to speak it profanely. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir. Ham. O, reform it altogether. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. [138] They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.—Something too much of this. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Here 's metal more attractive. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. This is miching mallecho; it means mischief. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph. 'T is brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. The lady doth protest[138:1] too much, methinks. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. 'T is as easy as lying. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. It will discourse most eloquent music. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. [139] Pluck out the heart of my mystery. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. Ham. Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks it is like a weasel. Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or like a whale? Pol. Very like a whale. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. They fool me to the top of my bent. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. By and by is easily said. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. 'T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. I will speak daggers to her, but use none. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2. O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. 'T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. [140] My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3. Dead, for a ducat, dead! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. False as dicers' oaths. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. A rhapsody of words. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index? Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,— A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket! Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. [141] A king of shreds and patches. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy? Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar. Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4. Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.[141:1] Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3. A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3. [142] Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4. So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. We know what we are, but know not what we may be. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance;...and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5. A very riband in the cap of youth. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7. That we would do, We should do when we would. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7. [143] One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.[143:1] Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7. Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will. Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7. 1 Clo. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law? 1 Clo. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Cudgel thy brains no more about it. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Has this fellow no feeling of his business? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. A politician,...one that would circumvent God. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. [144] Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. 'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Imperious CÆsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring![144:1] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144:2] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Sweets to the sweet: farewell! Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. [145] Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1. There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.[145:1] Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. It did me yeoman's service. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. What imports the nomination of this gentleman? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. 'T is the breathing time of day with me. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Now the king drinks to Hamlet. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. A hit, a very palpable hit. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Report me and my cause aright. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. [146] I am more an antique Roman than a Dane. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Absent thee from felicity awhile. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. The rest is silence. Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2. Although the last, not least. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing will come of nothing. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1. As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2. That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4. Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend! King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4. How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child! King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4. Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well. King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4. Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below. King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4. Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine. King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4. Necessity's sharp pinch! King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4. Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4. Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. [147] A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2. Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Out-paramoured the Turk. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. 'T is a naughty night to swim in. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. The green mantle of the standing pool. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147:1] King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Poor Tom 's a-cold. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,—Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6. [148] Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6. I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course. King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7. The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1. The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst." King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1. Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3. Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Nature 's above art in that respect. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Ay, every inch a king. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief? King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6. Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7. Pray you now, forget and forgive. King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7. Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. [149] The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low,—an excellent thing in woman. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer. King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3. That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. The bookish theoric. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. 'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. Whip me such honest knaves. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Othello. Act i. Sc. 1. The wealthy curled darlings of our nation. Othello. Act i. Sc. 2. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149:1] And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used [150]Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,—such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150:1] Would Desdemona seriously incline. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, [151]I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. I do perceive here a divided duty. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. I saw Othello's visage in his mind. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. Put money in thy purse. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. Framed to make women false. Othello. Act i. Sc. 3. One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. For I am nothing, if not critical. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. She was a wight, if ever such wight were,— Des. To do what? Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. [152] Egregiously an ass. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Potations pottle-deep. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear,— With that he called the tailor lown.[152:1] Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. Cas. Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. How poor are they that have not patience! Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3. [153] Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.[153:1] Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153:2] loves! Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Poor and content is rich and rich enough. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. I am declined Into the vale of years. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. [154] O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone! Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. On horror's head horrors accumulate. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. [155] But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues! Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3. Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4. To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1. They laugh that win.[155:1] Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1. I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger[155:2] at! Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world! Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2. [156] 'T is neither here nor there. Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3. It makes us or it mars us. Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. Every way makes my gain. Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. He hath a daily beauty in his life. Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite. Othello. Act v. Sc. 1. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. One entire and perfect chrysolite. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. Every puny whipster. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. I have done the state some service, and they know 't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then, must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away [157]Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus. Othello. Act v. Sc. 2. There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1. On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. This grief is crowned with consolation. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2. Give me to drink mandragora. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. Where 's my serpent of old Nile? Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. A morsel for a monarch. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. My salad days, When I was green in judgment. Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5. Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1. Small to greater matters must give way. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2. I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3. [158] 'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up. Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5. Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne! Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7. Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1. He wears the rose Of youth upon him. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13. Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13. To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4. This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4. The shirt of Nessus is upon me. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12. Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14. I am dying, Egypt, dying. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. [159] O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.[159:1] Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion. Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15. For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping. Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming. Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers. Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. I have Immortal longings in me. Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2. Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4. Hath his bellyful of fighting. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1. How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2. The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3. Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,[159:2] His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3. As chaste as unsunn'd snow. Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5. Some griefs are medicinable. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2. Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3. [160] So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3. The game is up. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3. No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4. Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4. It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4. I have not slept one wink. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4. Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4. Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard. Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6. An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon! Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6. Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys. Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2. And put My clouted brogues from off my feet. Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2. O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister. Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5. [161] Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at. Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1. 3 Fish. Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea. 1 Fish. Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones. Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Venus and Adonis. Line 145. For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Venus and Adonis. Line 1019. The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. Venus and Adonis. Line 1027. For greatest scandal waits on greatest state. Lucrece. Line 1006. Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime. Sonnet iii. And stretched metre of an antique song. Sonnet xvii. But thy eternal summer shall not fade. Sonnet xviii. The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161:1] After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd. Sonnet xxv. When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste. Sonnet xxx. Full many a glorious morning have I seen. Sonnet xxxiii. My grief lies onward and my joy behind. Sonnet l. [162] Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. Sonnet lii. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. Sonnet liv. Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme. Sonnet lv. Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? Sonnet lxv. And art made tongue-tied by authority. Sonnet lxvi. And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill. Sonnet lxvi. The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air. Sonnet lxx. That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,— Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. Sonnet lxxiii. Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live—such virtue hath my pen— Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men. Sonnet lxxxi. Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing. Sonnet lxxxvii. Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow. Sonnet xc. [163] When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything. Sonnet xcviii. Still constant is a wondrous excellence. Sonnet cv. And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme. Sonnet cvi. My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Sonnet cxi. Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds. Sonnet cxvi. 'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing. Sonnet cxxi. No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own. Sonnet cxxi. That full star that ushers in the even. Sonnet cxxxii. So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will. A Lover's Complaint. Line 120. O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear. A Lover's Complaint. Line 288. Bad in the best, though excellent in neither. The Passionate Pilgrim. iii. Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together. The Passionate Pilgrim. viii. Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv. Cursed be he that moves my bones. Shakespeare's Epitaph. Footnotes [44:1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 3, memb. 4, subsect. 1. [44:2] Custom is almost second nature.—Plutarch: Preservation of Health. [45:1] Familiarity breeds contempt.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 640. [46:1] What the dickens!—Thomas Heywood: Edward IV. act iii. sc. 1. [46:2] As ill luck would have it.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, pt. i. bk. i. ch. ii. [47:1] Act i. Sc. 5, in White, Singer, and Knight. [47:2] Compare Portia's words in Merchant of Venice, act iv. sc. 1. [49:2] "Mariana in the moated grange,"—the motto used by Tennyson for the poem "Mariana." [49:3] This song occurs in Act v. Sc. 2 of Beaumont and Fletcher's Bloody Brother, with the following additional stanza:— Hide, O, hide those hills of snow, Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee. [50:1] For every why he had a wherefore.—Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 132. [51:1] From the crown of his head to the sole of the foot.—Pliny: Natural History, book vii. chap. xvii. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Honest Man's Fortune, act ii. sc. 2. Middleton: A Mad World, etc. [54:1] For "mirth," White reads shews; Singer, shows. [56:1] Musical as is Apollo's lute.—Milton: Comus, line 78. [57:1] Maidens withering on the stalk.—Wordsworth: Personal Talk, stanza 1. [57:2] "Ever I could read,"—Dyce, Knight, Singer, and White. [57:3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58:1] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58:3] Trew as steele.—Chaucer: Troilus and Cresseide, book v. line 831. [58:4] Act ii. sc. 2 in Singer and Knight. [58:5] Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard.—1 Corinthians, ii. 9. [59:1] I see the beginning of my end.—Massinger: The Virgin Martyr act iii. sc. 3. [60:1] For the good that I would I do not; but the evil which I would not, that I do.—Romans vii. 19. [63:2] I will play the swan and die in music.—Othello, act v. sc. 2. I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan, Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death. King John, act v. sc. 7. There, swan-like, let me sing and die.—Byron: Don Juan, canto iii. st. 86. You think that upon the score of fore-knowledge and divining I am infinitely inferior to the swans. When they perceive approaching death they sing more merrily than before, because of the joy they have in going to the God they serve.—Socrates: In Phaedo, 77. [64:1] It is better to learn late than never.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 864. [64:2] Incidis in Scyllam cupiens vitare Charybdim (One falls into Scylla in seeking to avoid Charybdis).—Phillippe Gualtier: Alexandreis, book v. line 301. Circa 1300. [65:1] "It is not nominated in the bond."—White. [68:1] The same in The Taming of the Shrew, act iv. sc. 1; in Othello, act iii. sc. 1; in The Merry Wives of Windsor, act i. sc. 4; and in As You Like It, act ii. sc. 7. Rabelais: book v. chap. iv. [69:1] The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage, Which God and Nature do with actors fill. Thomas Heywood: Apology for Actors. 1612. A noble farce, wherein kings, republics, and emperors have for so many ages played their parts, and to which the whole vast universe serves for a theatre.—Montaigne: Of the most Excellent Men. [71:1] Too much of a good thing.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part i. book i. chap. vi. [71:2] "Cud" in Dyce and Staunton. [72:1] You need not hang up the ivy branch over the wine that will sell.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 968. [72:2] See Heywood, page 9. Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit without Money. [72:3] Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.—Congreve: The Old Bachelor, act v. sc. 1. [74:1] How noiseless falls the foot of time!—W. R. Spencer: Lines to Lady A. Hamilton. [74:2] "Like the sweet south" in Dyce and Singer. This change was made at the suggestion of Pope. [76:1] Act iii. Sc. 5 in Dyce. [77:1] Act iii. sc. 5 in Dyce. [77:2] Into the jaws of death.—Tennyson: The Charge of the Light Brigade, stanza 3. In the jaws of death.—Du Bartas: Divine Weekes and Workes, second week, first day, part iv. [77:3] Act iv. sc. 2 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. [78:1] Act iv. Sc. 3 in Dyce, Knight, Singer, Staunton, and White. [78:2] Like a wave of the sea.—James i. 6. [78:3] Act ii. Sc. 2 in Singer, Staunton, and Knight. [79:1] Act ii. Sc. 2 in White. [79:2] When fortune flatters, she does it to betray.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 278. [80:1] Qui s'excuse, s'accuse (He who excuses himself accuses himself).—Gabriel Meurier: TrÉsor des Sentences. 1530-1601. [82:1] It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.—Matt. xix. 24. [83:1] Thomas Nash: Have with you to Saffron Walden. Dryden: Epilogue to the Duke of Guise. [85:1] Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. Swift: Mary the Cookmaid's Letter. [87:2] It show'd discretion the best part of valour.—Beaumont and Fletcher: A King and no King, act ii. sc. 3. [88:1] Which of you, intending to build a tower, sitteth not down first and counteth the cost, whether he have sufficient to finish it?—Luke xiv. 28. [90:1] Act. iv. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [90:2] See Heywood, page 20. Ill blows the wind that profits nobody.—Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 5. [91:1] Act iii. Sc. 6 in Dyce. [92:1] With clink of hammers closing rivets up.—Cibber: Richard III. Altered, act v. sc. 3. [92:2] "In their mouths" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [93:1] All delays are dangerous in war.—Dryden: Tyrannic Love, act i. sc. 1. [93:2] Have a care o' th' main chance.—Butler: Hudibras, part ii. canto ii. Be careful still of the main chance.—Dryden: Persius, satire vi. [96:1] For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.—Pope: Essay on Criticism, part iii. line 66. [96:2] "Stolen forth" in White and Knight. [97:1] A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.—Middleton: The Phoenix, act i. sc. 1. [97:2] Off with his head! so much for Buckingham!—Cibber: Richard III. (altered), act iv. sc. 3. [98:1] A weak invention of the enemy.—Cibber: Richard III. (altered), act v. sc. 3. [100:1] For men use, if they have an evil tourne, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good tourne we write it in duste.—Sir Thomas More: Richard III. and his miserable End. All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble. Beaumont and Fletcher: Philaster, act v. sc. 3. L'injure se grave en mÉtal; et le bienfait s'escrit en l'onde. (An injury graves itself in metal, but a benefit writes itself in water.) Jean Bertaut. Circa 1611. [101:1] Act v. Sc. 2 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [101:2] Act v. Sc. 4 in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [101:3] Labour for his pains.—Edward Moore: The Boy and his Rainbow. Labour for their pains.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, The Author's Preface. [102:1] Unless degree is preserved, the first place is safe for no one.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 1042. [103:1] When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames. Richard Lovelace: To Althea from Prison, ii. [103:3] Act v. sc. 5 in Singer and Knight. [105:1] My dancing days are done.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Scornful Lady, act v. sc. 3. [105:2] Dyce, Knight, and White read, "Her beauty hangs." [106:1] Perjuria ridet amantum Jupiter (Jupiter laughs at the perjuries of lovers).—Tibullus: iii. 6, 49. [107:1] True as steel.—Chaucer: Troilus and Creseide, book v. Compare Troilus and Cressida, act iii. sc. 2. [107:2] Word and a blow.—Dryden: Amphitryon, act i. sc. 1. Bunyan: Pilgrim's Progress, part i. [112:1] Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.—Gray: The Bard, i. 3, line 12. [113:1] Though last not least.—Spenser: Colin Clout, line 444. [119:1] Act. ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, and White. [120:1] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce, Staunton, White. [120:2] Act ii. sc. 1 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 2 in Staunton. [120:3] Act ii. sc. 2 in Dyce and White; Act ii. sc. 3 in Staunton. [123:1] Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon. Middleton: The Witch, act. v. sc. 2. [126:1] Act v. Sc. 7 in Singer and White. [127:2] "Eastern hill" in Dyce, Singer, Staunton, and White. [127:3] "One auspicious and one dropping eye" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. [128:1] "Armed at all points" in Singer and White. [129:1] And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser. Burns: Epistle to a Young Friend. [131:1] And makes night hideous.—Pope: The Dunciad, book iii. line 166. [131:2] "To lasting fires" in Singer. [131:3] "Porcupine" in Singer and Staunton. [133:1] A short saying oft contains much wisdom.—Sophocles: Aletes, frag. 99. [136:1] "Who would these fardels" in White. [138:1] "Protests" in Dyce, Singer, and Staunton. [141:1] Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.—Hippocrates: Aphorism i. [143:1] Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.—Herrick: Sorrows Succeed. Woes cluster; rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel. Young: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 63. And woe succeeds to woe.—Pope: The Iliad, book xvi. line 139. [144:1] And from his ashes may be made The violet of his native land. Tennyson: In Memoriam, xviii. [144:2] A ministering angel thou.—Scott: Marmion, canto vi. st. 30. [145:1] But they that are above Have ends in everything. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Maid's Tragedy act v. sc. 4. [147:1] The prince of darkness is a gentleman.—Suckling: The Goblins. [149:1] Though I be rude in speech.—2 Cor. xi. 6. [150:1] "These things to hear" in Singer. [152:1] Though these lines are from an old ballad given in Percy's Reliques, they are much altered by Shakespeare, and it is his version we sing in the nursery. [153:1] For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again. Venus and Adonis. [153:2] "Fondly" in Singer and White; "soundly" in Staunton. [155:1] Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. i. [155:2] "His slow and moving finger" in Knight and Staunton.
[164] FRANCIS BACON. 1561-1626. (Works: Spedding and Ellis). I hold every man a debtor to his profession; from the which as men of course do seek to receive countenance and profit, so ought they of duty to endeavour themselves by way of amends to be a help and ornament thereunto. Maxims of the Law. Preface. Come home to men's business and bosoms. Dedication to the Essays, Edition 1625. No pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage-ground of truth. Of Truth. Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased with tales, so is the other. Of Death. Revenge is a kind of wild justice, which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out. Of Revenge. It was a high speech of Seneca (after the manner of the Stoics), that "The good things which belong to prosperity are to be wished, but the good things that belong to adversity are to be admired." Of Adversity. It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god." Of Adversity. Prosperity is the blessing of the Old Testament; adversity is the blessing of the New. Of Adversity. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes; and adversity is not without comforts and hopes. Of Adversity. [165] Virtue is like precious odours,—most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed.[165:1] Of Adversity. He that hath wife and children hath given hostages to fortune; for they are impediments to great enterprises, either of virtue or mischief. Of Marriage and Single Life. Wives are young men's mistresses, companions for middle age, and old men's nurses.[165:2] Of Marriage and Single Life. Men in great place are thrice servants,—servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business. Of Great Place. Mahomet made the people believe that he would call a hill to him, and from the top of it offer up his prayers for the observers of his law. The people assembled. Mahomet called the hill to come to him, again and again; and when the hill stood still he was never a whit abashed, but said, "If the hill will not come to Mahomet, Mahomet will go to the hill." Of Boldness. The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.[165:3] Of Goodness. The remedy is worse than the disease.[165:4] Of Seditions. [166] I had rather believe all the fables in the legends and the Talmud and the Alcoran, than that this universal frame is without a mind. Of Atheism. A little philosophy inclineth man's mind to atheism, but depth in philosophy bringeth men's minds about to religion.[166:1] Of Atheism. Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel. Of Travel. Princes are like to heavenly bodies, which cause good or evil times, and which have much veneration but no rest.[166:2] Of Empire. In things that a man would not be seen in himself, it is a point of cunning to borrow the name of the world; as to say, "The world says," or "There is a speech abroad." Of Cunning. There is a cunning which we in England call "the turning of the cat in the pan;" which is, when that which a man says to another, he lays it as if another had said it to him. Of Cunning. It is a good point of cunning for a man to shape the answer he would have in his own words and propositions, for it makes the other party stick the less. Of Cunning. It hath been an opinion that the French are wiser than they seem, and the Spaniards seem wiser than they are; but howsoever it be between nations, certainly it is so between man and man. Of Seeming Wise. [167] There is a wisdom in this beyond the rules of physic. A man's own observation, what he finds good of and what he finds hurt of, is the best physic to preserve health. Of Regimen of Health. Discretion of speech is more than eloquence; and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words or in good order. Of Discourse. Men's thoughts are much according to their inclination,[167:1] their discourse and speeches according to their learning and infused opinions. Of Custom and Education. Chiefly the mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.[167:2] Of Fortune. If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.[167:3] Of Fortune. Young men are fitter to invent than to judge, fitter for execution than for counsel, and fitter for new projects than for settled business. Of Youth and Age. Virtue is like a rich stone,—best plain set. Of Beauty. God Almighty first planted a garden.[167:4] Of Gardens. And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air. Of Gardens. [168] Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. Of Studies. Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. Of Studies. Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; moral, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. Of Studies. The greatest vicissitude of things amongst men is the vicissitude of sects and religions.[168:1] Of Vicissitude of Things. Books must follow sciences, and not sciences books. Proposition touching Amendment of Laws. Knowledge is power.—Nam et ipsa scientia potestas est.[168:2] Meditationes SacrÆ. De HÆresibus. Whence we see spiders, flies, or ants entombed and preserved forever in amber, a more than royal tomb.[168:3] Historia VitÆ et Mortis; Sylva Sylvarum, Cent. i. Exper. 100. When you wander, as you often delight to do, you wander indeed, and give never such satisfaction as the curious time requires. This is not caused by any natural defect, but first for want of election, when you, having a large and fruitful mind, should not so much labour what to speak as to find what to leave unspoken. Rich soils are often to be weeded. Letter of Expostulation to Coke. [169] "Antiquitas sÆculi juventus mundi." These times are the ancient times, when the world is ancient, and not those which we account ancient ordine retrogrado, by a computation backward from ourselves.[169:1] Advancement of Learning. Book i. (1605.) For the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate. Advancement of Learning. Book i. The sun, which passeth through pollutions and itself remains as pure as before.[169:2] Advancement of Learning. Book ii. It [Poesy] was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind by submitting the shews of things to the desires of the mind. Advancement of Learning. Book ii. [170] Sacred and inspired divinity, the sabaoth and port of all men's labours and peregrinations. Advancement of Learning. Book ii. Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God.[170:1] Advancement of Learning. Book ii. States as great engines move slowly. Advancement of Learning. Book ii. The world 's a bubble, and the life of man Less than a span.[170:2] The World. Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns on water, or but writes in dust. The World. What then remains but that we still should cry For being born, and, being born, to die?[170:3] The World. For my name and memory, I leave it to men's charitable speeches, to foreign nations, and to the next ages. From his Will. My Lord St. Albans said that Nature did never put her precious jewels into a garret four stories high, and therefore that exceeding tall men had ever very empty heads.[170:4] Apothegms. No. 17. [171] Like the strawberry wives, that laid two or three great strawberries at the mouth of their pot, and all the rest were little ones.[171:1] Apothegms. No. 54. Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes. Apothegms. No. 64. Sir Amice Pawlet, when he saw too much haste made in any matter, was wont to say, "Stay a while, that we may make an end the sooner." Apothegms. No. 76. Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appears to be best in four things,—old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.[171:2] Apothegms. No. 97. Pyrrhus, when his friends congratulated to him his victory over the Romans under Fabricius, but with great slaughter of his own side, said to them, "Yes; but if we have such another victory, we are undone."[171:3] Apothegms. No. 193. Cosmus, Duke of Florence, was wont to say of perfidious friends, that "We read that we ought to forgive our enemies; but we do not read that we ought to forgive our friends." Apothegms. No. 206. Cato said the best way to keep good acts in memory was to refresh them with new. Apothegms. No. 247. Footnotes [165:1] As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crushed or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around. Goldsmith: The Captivity, act i. The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. Rogers: Jacqueline, stanza 3. [165:2] Burton (quoted): Anatomy of Melancholy, part iii. sect. 2, memb. 5, subsect. 5. [165:3] Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes; Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. Pope: Essay on Man, ep. i. line 125. [165:4] There are some remedies worse than the disease.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 301. [166:1] Who are a little wise the best fools be.—Donne: Triple Fool. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.—Fuller: The Holy State. The True Church Antiquary. A little learning is a dangerous thing.—Pope: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 15. [166:2] Kings are like stars: they rise and set; they have The worship of the world, but no repose. Shelley: Hellas. [167:1] Of similar meaning, "Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought." See Shakespeare, page 90. [167:2] Every man is the architect of his own fortune.—Pseudo-Sallust: Epist. de Rep. Ordin. ii. 1. His own character is the arbiter of every one's fortune.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 283. [167:3] Fortune is painted blind, with a muffler afore her eyes, to signify to you that Fortune is blind.—Shakespeare: Henry V. act iii. sc. 6. [167:4] God the first garden made, and the first city Cain. Cowley: The Garden, Essay v. God made the country, and man made the town. Cowper: The Task, book i. line 749. Divina natura dedit agros, ars humana Ædificavit urbes (Divine Nature gave the fields, human art built the cities).—Varro: De Re Rustica, iii. 1. [168:1] The vicissitude of things.—Sterne: Sermon xvi. Gifford: Contemplation. [168:2] A wise man is strong; yea, a man of knowledge increaseth strength.—Proverbs xxiv. 5. Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.—Johnson: Rasselas, chap. xiii. [168:3] The bee enclosed and through the amber shown, Seems buried in the juice which was his own. Martial: book iv. 32, vi. 15 (Hay's translation). I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried. Herrick: On a Fly buried in Amber. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms. Pope: Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot, line 169. [169:1] As in the little, so in the great world, reason will tell you that old age or antiquity is to be accounted by the farther distance from the beginning and the nearer approach to the end,—the times wherein we now live being in propriety of speech the most ancient since the world's creation.—George Hakewill: An Apologie or Declaration of the Power and Providence of God in the Government of the World. London, 1627. For as old age is that period of life most remote from infancy, who does not see that old age in this universal man ought not to be sought in the times nearest his birth, but in those most remote from it?—Pascal: Preface to the Treatise on Vacuum. It is worthy of remark that a thought which is often quoted from Francis Bacon occurs in [Giordano] Bruno's "Cena di Cenere," published in 1584: I mean the notion that the later times are more aged than the earlier.—Whewell: Philosophy of the Inductive Sciences, vol. ii. p. 198. London, 1847. We are Ancients of the earth, And in the morning of the times. Tennyson: The Day Dream. (L' Envoi.) [169:2] The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.—Advancement of Learning (ed. Dewey). The sun, too, shines into cesspools and is not polluted.—Diogenes Laertius: Lib. vi. sect. 63. Spiritalis enim virtus sacramenti ita est ut lux: etsi per immundos transeat, non inquinatur (The spiritual virtue of a sacrament is like light: although it passes among the impure, it is not polluted).—Saint Augustine: Works, vol. iii., In Johannis Evang. cap. i. tr. v. sect. 15. The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.—Lyly: Euphues, The Anatomy of Wit (Arber's reprint), p. 43. The sun reflecting upon the mud of strands and shores is unpolluted in his beam.—Taylor: Holy Living, chap. i. p. 3. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.—Milton: The Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. [170:1] Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness.—John Wesley (quoted): Journal, Feb. 12, 1772. According to Dr. A. S. Bettelheim, rabbi, this is found in the Hebrew fathers. He cites Phinehas ben Yair, as follows: "The doctrines of religion are resolved into carefulness; carefulness into vigorousness; vigorousness into guiltlessness; guiltlessness into abstemiousness; abstemiousness into cleanliness; cleanliness into godliness,"—literally, next to godliness. [170:2] Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.—Browne: Pastoral ii. Our life is but a span.—New England Primer. [170:3] This line frequently occurs in almost exactly the same shape among the minor poems of the time: "Not to be born, or, being born, to die."—Drummond: Poems, p. 44. Bishop King: Poems, etc. (1657), p. 145. [170:4] Tall men are like houses of four stories, wherein commonly the uppermost room is worst furnished.—Howell (quoted): Letter i. book i. sect. ii. (1621.) Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.—Fuller: Andronicus, sect. vi. par. 18, 1. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished. Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 161. [171:1] The custom is not altogether obsolete in the U. S. A. [171:2] Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.—Webster: Westward Hoe, act ii. sc. 2. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.—Selden: Table Talk. Friends. Old wood to burn! Old wine to drink! Old friends to trust! Old authors to read!—Alonso of Aragon was wont to say in commendation of age, that age appeared to be best in these four things.—Melchior: Floresta EspaÑola de Apothegmas o sentencias, etc., ii. 1, 20. What find you better or more honourable than age? Take the preheminence of it in everything,—in an old friend, in old wine, in an old pedigree.—Shakerley Marmion (1602-1639): The Antiquary. I love everything that 's old,—old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.—Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer, act i. [171:3] There are some defeats more triumphant than victories.—Montaigne: Of Cannibals, chap. xxx.
[172] THOMAS MIDDLETON. —— -1626. As the case stands.[172:1] The Old Law. Act ii. Sc. 1. On his last legs. The Old Law. Act v. Sc. 1. Hold their noses to the grindstone.[172:2] Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3. I smell a rat.[172:3] Blurt, Master-Constable. Act iii. Sc. 3. A little too wise, they say, do ne'er live long.[172:4] The Phoenix. Act i. Sc. 1. The better day, the better deed.[172:5] The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1. The worst comes to the worst.[172:6] The Phoenix. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'T is slight, not strength, that gives the greatest lift.[172:7] Michaelmas Term. Act iv. Sc. 1. From thousands of our undone widows One may derive some wit.[172:8] A Trick to catch the Old One. Act i. Sc. 2. Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.[172:9] The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3. Spick and span new.[172:10] The Family of Love. Act iv. Sc. 3. A flat case as plain as a pack-staff.[172:11] The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3. [173] Have you summoned your wits from wool-gathering? The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3. As true as I live. The Family of Love. Act v. Sc. 3. From the crown of our head to the sole of our foot.[173:1] A Mad World, my Masters. Act i. Sc. 3. That disease Of which all old men sicken,—avarice.[173:2] The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1. Beat all your feathers as flat down as pancakes. The Roaring Girl. Act i. Sc. 1. There is no hate lost between us.[173:3] The Witch. Act iv. Sc. 3. Let the air strike our tune, Whilst we show reverence to yond peeping moon.[173:4] The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2. Black spirits and white, red spirits and gray, Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.[173:5] The Witch. Act v. Sc. 2. All is not gold that glisteneth.[173:6] A Fair Quarrel. Act v. Sc. 1. As old Chaucer was wont to say, that broad famous English poet. More Dissemblers besides Women. Act i. Sc. 4. 'T is a stinger.[173:7] More Dissemblers besides Women. Act iii. Sc. 2. The world 's a stage on which all parts are played.[173:8] A Game at Chess. Act v. Sc. 1. [174] Turn over a new leaf.[174:1] Anything for a Quiet Life. Act iii. Sc. 3. My nearest And dearest enemy.[174:2] Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 1. This was a good week's labour. Anything for a Quiet Life. Act v. Sc. 3. How many honest words have suffered corruption since Chaucer's days! No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 1. By many a happy accident.[174:3] No Wit, no Help, like a Woman's. Act ii. Sc. 2. Footnotes [172:1] As the case stands.—Mathew Henry: Commentaries, Psalm cxix. [172:3] I smell a rat.—Ben Jonson: Tale of a Tub, act iv. Sc. 3. Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 281. I begin to smell a rat.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, book iv. chap. x. [172:5] The better day, the worse deed.—Henry: Commentaries, Genesis iii. [172:6] Worst comes to the worst.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. v. Marston: The Dutch Courtezan, act iii. sc. 1. [172:7] It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize.—Pope: The Iliad, book xxiii. line 383. [172:8] Some undone widow sits upon mine arm.—Massinger: A New Way to pay Old Debts, act v. sc. 1. [172:9] For drames always go by contraries.—Lover: The Angel's Whisper. [172:10] Spick and span new.—Ford: The Lover's Melancholy, act i. sc. 1. Farquhar: Preface to his Works. [172:11] Plain as a pike-staff.—Terence in English (1641). Buckingham: Speech in the House of Lords, 1675. Gil Blas (Smollett's translation), book xii. chap. viii. Byrom: Epistle to a Friend. [173:2] So for a good old gentlemanly vice, I think I must take up with avarice. Byron: Don Juan, canto i. stanza 216. [173:3] There is no love lost between us.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, book iv. chap. xxiii. Goldsmith: She Stoops to Conquer, act iv. Garrick: Correspondence, 1759. Fielding: The Grub Street Opera, act i. sc. 4. [173:5] These lines are introduced into Macbeth, act iv. sc. 1. According to Steevens, "the song was, in all probability, a traditional one." Collier says, "Doubtless it does not belong to Middleton more than to Shakespeare." Dyce says, "There seems to be little doubt that 'Macbeth' is of an earlier date than 'The Witch.'" [173:7] He 'as had a stinger.—Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit without Money, act iv. sc. 1. [174:1] A Health to the Gentlemanly Profession of Servingmen (1598). Turn over a new leaf.—Dekker: The Honest Whore, part ii. act i. sc. 2. Burke: Letter to Mrs. Haviland. [174:3] A happy accident.—Madame de StaËl: L' Allemagne, chap. xvi. Cervantes: Don Quixote, book iv. part ii. chap. lvii.
SIR HENRY WOTTON. 1568-1639. How happy is he born or taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill! The Character of a Happy Life. Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. The Character of a Happy Life. Lord of himself, though not of lands; And having nothing, yet hath all.[174:4] The Character of a Happy Life. You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light; You common people of the skies,— What are you when the moon[174:5] shall rise? On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia.[174:6] [175] He first deceased; she for a little tried To live without him, liked it not, and died. Upon the Death of Sir Albert Morton's Wife. I am but a gatherer and disposer of other men's stuff. Preface to the Elements of Architecture. Hanging was the worst use a man could be put to. The Disparity between Buckingham and Essex. An ambassador is an honest man sent to lie abroad for the commonwealth.[175:1] ReliquiÆ WottonianÆ. The itch of disputing will prove the scab of churches.[175:2] A Panegyric to King Charles. Footnotes [174:4] As having nothing, and yet possessing all things.—2 Corinth. vi. 10. [174:5] "Sun" in ReliquiÆ WottonianÆ (eds. 1651, 1654, 1672, 1685). [174:6] This was printed with music as early as 1624, in Est's "Sixth Set of Books," etc., and is found in many MSS.—Hannah: The Courtly Poets. [175:1] In a letter to Velserus, 1612, Wotton says, "This merry definition of an ambassador I had chanced to set down at my friend's, Mr. Christopher Fleckamore, in his Album." [175:2] He directed the stone over his grave to be inscribed:— Hic jacet hujus sententiÆ primus author: Disputandi pruritus ecclesiarum scabies. Nomen alias quÆre (Here lies the author of this phrase: "The itch for disputing is the sore of churches." Seek his name elsewhere). Walton: Life of Wotton.
RICHARD BARNFIELD. —— -1570. As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made. Address to the Nightingale.[175:3] Footnotes [175:3] This song, often attributed to Shakespeare, is now confidently assigned to Barnfield; it is found in his collection of "Poems in Divers Humours," published in 1598.—Ellis: Specimens, vol. ii. p. 316.
SIR JOHN DAVIES. 1570-1626. Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide; [176]If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side.[176:1] The Immortality of the Soul. Wedlock, indeed, hath oft compared been To public feasts, where meet a public rout,— Where they that are without would fain go in, And they that are within would fain go out.[176:2] Contention betwixt a Wife, etc. Footnotes [176:1] Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own webs from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch. Dryden: Mariage À la Mode, act ii. sc. 1. The spider's touch—how exquisitely fine!— Feels at each thread, and lives along the line. Pope: Epistle i. line 217. [176:2] 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden: the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.—Webster: The White Devil, act i. sc. 2. Le mariage est comme une forteresse assiÉgÉe: ceux qui sont dehors veulent y entrer, et ceux qui sont dedans veulent en sortir (Marriage is like a beleaguered fortress: those who are outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out).—Quitard: Études sur les Proverbes FranÇais, p. 102. It happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.—Montaigne: Upon some Verses of Virgil, chap. v. Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?—Emerson: Representative Men: Montaigne.
MARTYN PARKER. —— -1630. Ye gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Song. When the stormy winds do blow.[176:3] Song. Footnotes [176:3] When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow. Campbell: Ye Mariners of England.
[177] DR. JOHN DONNE. 1573-1631. He was the Word, that spake it: He took the bread and brake it; And what that Word did make it, I do believe and take it.[177:1] Divine Poems. On the Sacrament. We understood Her by her sight; her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought That one might almost say her body thought. Funeral Elegies. On the Death of Mistress Drury. She and comparisons are odious.[177:2] Elegy 8. The Comparison. Who are a little wise the best fools be.[177:3] The Triple Fool. Footnotes [177:1] Attributed by many writers to the Princess Elizabeth. It is not in the original edition of Donne, but first appears in the edition of 1654, p. 352.
BEN JONSON.[177:4] 1573-1637. It was a mighty while ago. Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3. Hang sorrow! care 'll kill a cat.[177:5] Every Man in his Humour. Act i. Sc. 3. As he brews, so shall he drink. Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. Get money; still get money, boy, No matter by what means.[177:6] Every Man in his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 3. [178] Have paid scot and lot there any time this eighteen years. Every Man in his Humour. Act iii. Sc. 3. It must be done like lightning. Every Man in his Humour. Act iv. Sc. v. There shall be no love lost.[178:1] Every Man out of his Humour. Act ii. Sc. 1. Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast.[178:2] Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free,— Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. Epicoene; Or, the Silent Woman. Act i. Sc. 1. That old bald cheater, Time. The Poetaster. Act i. Sc. 1. The world knows only two,—that 's Rome and I. Sejanus. Act v. Sc. 1. Preserving the sweetness of proportion and expressing itself beyond expression. The Masque of Hymen. Courses even with the sun Doth her mighty brother run. The Gipsies Metamorphosed. Underneath this stone doth lie As much beauty as could die; Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live. Epitaph on Elizabeth, L. H. Whilst that for which all virtue now is sold, And almost every vice,—almighty gold.[178:3] Epistle to Elizabeth, Countess of Rutland. [179] Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I 'll not look for wine.[179:1] The Forest. To Celia. Soul of the age, The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage, My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room.[179:2] To the Memory of Shakespeare. Marlowe's mighty line. To the Memory of Shakespeare. Small Latin, and less Greek. To the Memory of Shakespeare. He was not of an age, but for all time. To the Memory of Shakespeare. For a good poet 's made as well as born. To the Memory of Shakespeare. Sweet swan of Avon! To the Memory of Shakespeare. Underneath this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse,— Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee. Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke.[179:3] [180] Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink.[180:1] Underwoods. An Epistle, answering to One that asked to be sealed of the Tribe of Ben. Still may syllabes jar with time, Still may reason war with rhyme, Resting never! Underwoods. Fit of Rhyme against Rhyme. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be. Underwoods. To the immortal Memory of Sir Lucius Cary and Sir Henry Morison. III. What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?[180:2] Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawlet. Footnotes [177:4] O rare Ben Jonson!—Sir John Young: Epitaph. [177:5] Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat.—Wither: Poem on Christmas. [177:6] Get place and wealth,—if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place. Pope: Horace, book i. epistle i. line 103. [178:1] There is no love lost between us.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. xxxiii. [178:2] A translation from Bonnefonius. [178:3] The flattering, mighty, nay, almighty gold.—Wolcot: To Kien Long, Ode iv. Almighty dollar.—Irving: The Creole Village. [179:1] ??? d? ????? p??p??e t??? ?as??....?? d? ???e?, t??? ?e??es? p??sf????sa, p????? f????t?? t? ??p?a, ?a? ??t?? d?d?? (Drink to me with your eyes alone....And if you will, take the cup to your lips and fill it with kisses, and give it so to me). Philostratus: Letter xxiv. [179:2] Renowned Spenser, lie a thought more nigh To learned Chaucer, and rare Beaumont lie A little nearer Spenser, to make room For Shakespeare in your threefold, fourfold tomb. Basse: On Shakespeare. [179:3] This epitaph is generally ascribed to Ben Jonson. It appears in the editions of his Works; but in a manuscript collection of Browne's poems preserved amongst the Lansdowne MS. No. 777, in the British Museum, it is ascribed to Browne, and awarded to him by Sir Egerton Brydges in his edition of Browne's poems. [180:1] They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think. Prior: Upon a passage in the Scaligerana. [180:2] What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? Pope: To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady.
JOHN WEBSTER. —— -1638. I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their exit.[180:3] Duchess of Malfi. Act iv. Sc. 2. 'T is just like a summer bird-cage in a garden,—the birds that are without despair to get in, and the birds that are within despair and are in a consumption for fear they shall never get out.[180:4] The White Devil. Act i. Sc. 2. Condemn you me for that the duke did love me? So may you blame some fair and crystal river For that some melancholic, distracted man Hath drown'd himself in 't. The White Devil. Act iii. Sc. 2. [181] Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But look'd too near have neither heat nor light.[181:1] The White Devil. Act iv. Sc. 4. Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. The White Devil. Act. v. Sc. 2. Is not old wine wholesomest, old pippins toothsomest, old wood burns brightest, old linen wash whitest? Old soldiers, sweetheart, are surest, and old lovers are soundest.[181:2] Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2. I saw him now going the way of all flesh. Westward Hoe. Act ii. Sc. 2. Footnotes [180:3] Death hath so many doors to let out life.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Customs of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. [181:1] The mountains, too, at a distance appear airy masses and smooth, but when beheld close they are rough.—Diogenes Laertius: Pyrrho. Love is like a landscape which doth stand Smooth at a distance, rough at hand. Robert Hegge: On Love. We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness, But near approaches make the prospect less. Yalden: Against Enjoyment. As distant prospects please us, but when near We find but desert rocks and fleeting air. Garth: The Dispensatory, canto iii. line 27. 'T is distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue. Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part i. line 7.
THOMAS DEKKER. —— -1641. A wise man poor Is like a sacred book that 's never read,— To himself he lives, and to all else seems dead. This age thinks better of a gilded fool Than of a threadbare saint in wisdom's school. Old Fortunatus. And though mine arm should conquer twenty worlds, There 's a lean fellow beats all conquerors. Old Fortunatus. [182] The best of men That e'er wore earth about him was a sufferer; A soft, meek, patient, humble, tranquil spirit, The first true gentleman that ever breathed.[182:1] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act i. Sc. 12. I was ne'er so thrummed since I was a gentleman.[182:2] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 2. This principle is old, but true as fate,— Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.[182:3] The Honest Whore. Part i. Act iv. Sc. 4. We are ne'er like angels till our passion dies. The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. Turn over a new leaf.[182:4] The Honest Whore. Part ii. Act ii. Sc. 1. To add to golden numbers golden numbers. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. Honest labour bears a lovely face. Patient Grissell. Act i. Sc. 1. Footnotes [182:1] Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth come Habraham, Moyses, Aron, and the profettys; also the Kyng of the right lyne of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.—Juliana Berners: Heraldic Blazonry. [182:3] CÆsar said he loved the treason, but hated the traitor.—Plutarch: Life of Romulus.
BISHOP HALL. 1574-1656. Moderation is the silken string running through the pearl chain of all virtues. Christian Moderation. Introduction. Death borders upon our birth, and our cradle stands in the grave.[182:5] Epistles. Dec. iii. Ep. 2. There is many a rich stone laid up in the bowels of the earth, many a fair pearl laid up in the bosom of the sea, that never was seen, nor never shall be.[182:6] Contemplations. Book iv. The veil of Moses. Footnotes [182:5] And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun. Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 718. [182:6] Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark, unfathomed caves of ocean bear. Gray: Elegy, stanza 14.
[183] JOHN FLETCHER. 1576-1625. Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light, all influence, all fate. Nothing to him falls early, or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,[183:1] Our fatal shadows that walk by us still. Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." All things that are Made for our general uses are at war,— Even we among ourselves. Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." Man is his own star; and that soul that can Be honest is the only perfect man.[183:2] Upon an "Honest Man's Fortune." Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan, Sorrow calls no time that 's gone; Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh nor grow again.[183:3] The Queen of Corinth. Act iii. Sc. 2. O woman, perfect woman! what distraction Was meant to mankind when thou wast made a devil! Monsieur Thomas. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let us do or die.[183:4] The Island Princess. Act ii. Sc. 4. Hit the nail on the head. Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 1. [184] I find the medicine worse than the malady.[184:1] Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2. He went away with a flea in 's ear. Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 3. There 's naught in this life sweet, If man were wise to see 't, But only melancholy; O sweetest Melancholy![184:2] The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves. The Nice Valour. Act iii. Sc. 3. Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow; You shall perhaps not do 't to-morrow. The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2. And he that will to bed go sober Falls with the leaf still in October.[184:3] The Bloody Brother. Act ii. Sc. 2. Three merry boys, and three merry boys, And three merry boys are we,[184:4] As ever did sing in a hempen string Under the gallows-tree. The Bloody Brother. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow Which thy frozen bosom bears, On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears! But first set my poor heart free, Bound in those icy chains by thee.[184:5] The Bloody Brother. Act v. Sc. 2. [185] Something given that way. The Lover's Progress. Act i. Sc. 1. Deeds, not words.[185:1] The Lover's Progress. Act iii. Sc. 4. Footnotes [183:1] Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending him in particular all his life long.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy, part i. sect. 2, memb. 1, subsect. 2. Burton also quotes Anthony Rusca in this connection, v. xviii. [183:2] An honest man's the noblest work of God.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 248. Burns: The Cotter's Saturday Night. [183:3] Weep no more, Lady! weep no more, Thy sorrow is in vain; For violets plucked, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow again. Percy: Reliques. The Friar of Orders Gray. [183:4] Let us do or die.—Burns: Bannockburn. Campbell: Gertrude of Wyoming, part iii. stanza 37. Scott says, "This expression is a kind of common property, being the motto, we believe, of a Scottish family."—Review of Gertrude, Scott's Miscellanies, vol. i. p. 153. [184:2] Naught so sweet as melancholy.—Burton: Anatomy of Melancholy. Author's Abstract. [184:3] The following well-known catch, or glee, is formed on this song:— He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October; But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow. [184:4] Three merry men be we.—Peele: Old Wives' Tale, 1595. Webster (quoted): Westward Hoe, 1607. [185:1] Deeds, not words.—Butler: Hudibras, part i. canto i. line 867.
ROBERT BURTON. 1576-1640. Naught so sweet as melancholy.[185:2] Anatomy of Melancholy.[185:3] The Author's Abstract. I would help others, out of a fellow-feeling.[185:4] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.[185:5] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. We can say nothing but what hath been said.[185:6] Our poets steal from Homer....Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. I say with Didacus Stella, a dwarf standing on the shoulders of a giant may see farther than a giant himself.[185:7] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. [186] It is most true, stylus virum arguit,—our style bewrays us.[186:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. I had not time to lick it into form, as a bear doth her young ones.[186:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. As that great captain, Ziska, would have a drum made of his skin when he was dead, because he thought the very noise of it would put his enemies to flight. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Like the watermen that row one way and look another.[186:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Smile with an intent to do mischief, or cozen him whom he salutes.[186:4] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Him that makes shoes go barefoot himself.[186:5] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Rob Peter, and pay Paul.[186:6] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Penny wise, pound foolish. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Women wear the breeches. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Like Æsop's fox, when he had lost his tail, would have all his fellow foxes cut off theirs.[186:7] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Our wrangling lawyers...are so litigious and busy here on earth, that I think they will plead their clients' causes hereafter,—some of them in hell. Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. Hannibal, as he had mighty virtues, so had he many vices; he had two distinct persons in him.[186:8] Anatomy of Melancholy. Democritus to the Reader. [187] Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5. Every man hath a good and a bad angel attending on him in particular, all his life long.[187:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. [Witches] steal young children out of their cradles, ministerio dÆmonum, and put deformed in their rooms, which we call changelings. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3. Can build castles in the air.[187:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3. Joh. Mayor, in the first book of his "History of Scotland," contends much for the wholesomeness of oaten bread; it was objected to him, then living at Paris, that his countrymen fed on oats and base grain....And yet Wecker out of Galen calls it horse-meat, and fitter juments than men to feed on.[187:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. Cookery is become an art, a noble science; cooks are gentlemen. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2. As much valour is to be found in feasting as in fighting, and some of our city captains and carpet knights will make this good, and prove it.[187:4] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 2. No rule is so general, which admits not some exception.[187:5] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. Idleness is an appendix to nobility. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 6. Why doth one man's yawning make another yawn? Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 2. [188] A nightingale dies for shame if another bird sings better. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 6. They do not live but linger. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10. [Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them so many anatomies.[188:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 10. [Desire] is a perpetual rack, or horsemill, according to Austin, still going round as in a ring. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 11. [The rich] are indeed rather possessed by their money than possessors. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12. Like a hog, or dog in the manger, he doth only keep it because it shall do nobody else good, hurting himself and others. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12. Were it not that they are loath to lay out money on a rope, they would be hanged forthwith, and sometimes die to save charges. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12. A mere madness, to live like a wretch and die rich. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 12. I may not here omit those two main plagues and common dotages of human kind, wine and women, which have infatuated and besotted myriads of people; they go commonly together.[188:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 13. All our geese are swans. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14. Though they [philosophers] write contemptu gloriÆ, yet as Hieron observes, they will put their names to their books. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14. They are proud in humility; proud in that they are not proud.[188:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 14. [189] We can make majors and officers every year, but not scholars; kings can invest knights and barons, as Sigismund the emperor confessed.[189:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 3, Subsect. 15. Hinc quam sic calamus sÆvior ense, patet. The pen worse than the sword.[189:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 4. Homer himself must beg if he want means, and as by report sometimes he did "go from door to door and sing ballads, with a company of boys about him."[189:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 6. See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.[189:4] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 2, Memb. 4, Subsect. 7. Felix Plater notes of some young physicians, that study to cure diseases, catch them themselves, will be sick, and appropriate all symptoms they find related of others to their own persons. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. Aristotle said melancholy men of all others are most witty. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part i. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3. Like him in Æsop, he whipped his horses withal, and put his shoulder to the wheel. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2. Fabricius finds certain spots and clouds in the sun. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. [190] Seneca thinks the gods are well pleased when they see great men contending with adversity. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. Machiavel says virtue and riches seldom settle on one man. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2. Almost in every kingdom the most ancient families have been at first princes' bastards; their worthiest captains, best wits, greatest scholars, bravest spirits in all our annals, have been base [born]. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2. As he said in Machiavel, omnes eodem patre nati, Adam's sons, conceived all and born in sin, etc. "We are by nature all as one, all alike, if you see us naked; let us wear theirs and they our clothes, and what is the difference?" Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2. Set a beggar on horseback and he will ride a gallop.[190:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2. Christ himself was poor....And as he was himself, so he informed his apostles and disciples, they were all poor, prophets poor, apostles poor.[190:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. Who cannot give good counsel? 'T is cheap, it costs them nothing. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. Many things happen between the cup and the lip.[190:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. What can't be cured must be endured. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. Everything, saith Epictetus, hath two handles,—the one to be held by, the other not. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. All places are distant from heaven alike. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 4. [191] The commonwealth of Venice in their armoury have this inscription: "Happy is that city which in time of peace thinks of war." Anatomy of Melancholy. Part ii. Sect. 2, Memb. 6. "Let me not live," saith Aretine's Antonia, "if I had not rather hear thy discourse than see a play." Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. Every schoolboy hath that famous testament of Grunnius Corocotta Porcellus at his fingers' end. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. Birds of a feather will gather together. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. And this is that Homer's golden chain, which reacheth down from heaven to earth, by which every creature is annexed, and depends on his Creator. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. And hold one another's noses to the grindstone hard.[191:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3. Every man for himself, his own ends, the Devil for all.[191:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 1, Memb. 3. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread.[191:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. He is only fantastical that is not in fashion. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. [192] [Quoting Seneca] Cornelia kept her in talk till her children came from school, "and these," said she, "are my jewels." Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. To these crocodile tears they will add sobs, fiery sighs, and sorrowful countenance. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 4. Marriage and hanging go by destiny; matches are made in heaven.[192:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5. Diogenes struck the father when the son swore. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 2, Subsect. 5. Though it rain daggers with their points downward. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. Going as if he trod upon eggs. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 3. I light my candle from their torches. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 2, Memb. 5, Subsect. 1. England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.[192:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1. As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.[192:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1. Make a virtue of necessity.[192:4] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 3, Memb. 4, Subsect. 1. Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.[192:5] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 1. If the world will be gulled, let it be gulled. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. [193] For "ignorance is the mother of devotion," as all the world knows.[193:1] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. The fear of some divine and supreme powers keeps men in obedience.[193:2] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. Out of too much learning become mad. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 2. The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 3. Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 1, Subsect. 5. When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done.[193:3] Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. One religion is as true as another. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 1. They have cheveril consciences that will stretch. Anatomy of Melancholy. Part iii. Sect. 4, Memb. 2, Subsect. 3. Footnotes [185:2] See Fletcher, page 184. There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy. Hood: Ode to Melancholy. [185:3] Dr. Johnson said Burton's "Anatomy of Melancholy" was the only book that ever took him out of bed two hours sooner than he wished to rise. And Byron said, "If the reader has patience to go through his volumes, he will be more improved for literary conversation than by the perusal of any twenty other works with which I am acquainted."—Works, vol. i. p. 144. [185:4] A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.—Garrick: Prologue on quitting the stage. Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco (Being not unacquainted with woe, I learn to help the unfortunate).—Virgil: Æneid, lib. i. 630. [185:6] Nihil dictum quod non dictum prius (There is nothing said which has not been said before).—Terence: Eunuchus. Prol. 10. [185:7] A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.—Herbert: Jacula Prudentum. A dwarf sees farther than the giant when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on.—Coleridge: The Friend, sect. i. essay viii. PigmÆi gigantum humeris impositi plusquam ipsi gigantes vident (Pigmies placed on the shoulders of giants see more than the giants themselves).—Didacus Stella in Lucan, 10, tom. ii. [186:1] Le style est l'homme mÊme (The style is the man himself).—Buffon: Discours de RÉception (Recueil de l'AcadÉmie, 1750). [186:2] Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are formed and perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears leisurely lick their cubs into form.—Montaigne: Apology for Raimond Sebond, book ii. chap. xii. [186:3] Like watermen who look astern while they row the boat ahead.—Plutarch: Whether 't was rightfully said, Live concealed. Like rowers, who advance backward.—Montaigne: Of Profit and Honour, book iii. chap. i. [186:6] See Heywood, page 14. Rabelais: book i. chap. xi. [186:7] Æsop: Fables, book v. fable v. [186:8] He left a corsair's name to other times, Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes. Byron: The Corsair, canto iii. stanza 24. [187:2] "Castles in the air,"—Montaigne, Sir Philip Sidney, Massinger, Sir Thomas Browne, Giles Fletcher, George Herbert, Dean Swift, Broome, Fielding, Cibber, Churchill, Shenstone, and Lloyd. [187:3] Oats,—a grain which is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.—Samuel Johnson: Dictionary of the English Language. [187:4] Carpet knights are men who are by the prince's grace and favour made knights at home....They are called carpet knights because they receive their honours in the court and upon carpets.—Markham: Booke of Honour (1625). "Carpet knights,"—Du Bartas (ed. 1621), p. 311. [187:5] The exception proves the rule. [188:2] Qui vino indulget, quemque alea decoquit, ille In venerem putret (He who is given to drink, and he whom the dice are despoiling, is the one who rots away in sexual vice).—Persius: Satires, satire v. [188:3] His favourite sin Is pride that apes humility. Southey: The Devil's Walk. [189:1] When Abraham Lincoln heard of the death of a private, he said he was sorry it was not a general: "I could make more of them." [189:2] Tant la plume a eu sous le roi d'avantage sur l'ÉpÉe (So far had the pen under the king the superiority over the sword).—Saint Simon: MÉmoires, vol. iii. p. 517 (1702), ed. 1856. The pen is mightier than the sword.—Bulwer Lytton: Richelieu, act ii. sc. 2. [189:3] Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread. Anonymous. Great Homer's birthplace seven rival cities claim, Too mighty such monopoly of Fame. Thomas Seward: On Shakespeare's Monument at Stratford-upon-Avon. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead; Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. Thomas Heywood: Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. [189:4] A blade of grass is always a blade of grass, whether in one country or another.—Johnson: Piazzi, 52. [190:1] Set a beggar on horseback, and he 'll outride the Devil.—Bohn: Foreign Proverbs (German). [190:3] There is many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.—Hazlitt: English Proverbs. Though men determine, the gods doo dispose; and oft times many things fall out betweene the cup and the lip.—Greene: Perimedes the Blacksmith (1588). [191:3] Those curious locks so aptly twin'd, Whose every hair a soul doth bind. Carew: Think not 'cause men flattering say. One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.—Howell: Letters, book ii. iv. (1621). She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair. Dryden: Persius, satire v. line 246. Beauty draws us with a single hair.—Pope: The Rape of the Lock, canto ii. line 27. And from that luckless hour my tyrant fair Has led and turned me by a single hair. Bland: Anthology, p. 20 (edition 1813). [192:5] For where God built a church, there the Devil would also build a chapel.—Martin Luther: Table Talk, lxvii. God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles. Drummond: Posthumous Poems. No sooner is a temple build to God but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.—Herbert: Jacula Prudentum. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there. Defoe: The True-born Englishman, part i. line 1. [193:1] Ignorance is the mother of devotion.—Jeremy Taylor: To a Person newly Converted (1657). Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.—Dryden: The Maiden Queen, act i. sc. 2. [193:2] The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order. Burns: Epistle to a Young Friend. [193:3] Saint Augustine was in the habit of dining upon Saturday as upon Sunday; but being puzzled with the different practices then prevailing (for they had begun to fast at Rome on Saturday), consulted Saint Ambrose on the subject. Now at Milan they did not fast on Saturday, and the answer of the Milan saint was this: "Quando hic sum, non jejuno Sabbato; quando RomÆ sum, jejuno Sabbato" (When I am here, I do not fast on Saturday; when at Rome, I do fast on Saturday).—Epistle xxxvi. to Casulanus.
SIR THOMAS OVERBURY. 1581-1613. In part to blame is she, Which hath without consent bin only tride: He comes to neere that comes to be denide.[193:4] A Wife. St. 36. Footnotes [193:4] In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too late that comes to be denied. Mary W. Montagu: The Lady's Resolve.
[194] PHILIP MASSINGER. 1584-1640. Some undone widow sits upon mine arm, And takes away the use of it;[194:1] and my sword, Glued to my scabbard with wronged orphans' tears, Will not be drawn. A New Way to pay Old Debts. Act v. Sc. 1. Death hath a thousand doors to let out life.[194:2] A Very Woman. Act v. Sc. 4. This many-headed monster.[194:3] The Roman Actor. Act iii. Sc. 2. Grim death.[194:4] The Roman Actor. Act iv. Sc. 2. Footnotes [194:2] Death hath so many doors to let out life.—Beaumont and Fletcher: The Custom of the Country, act ii. sc. 2. The thousand doors that lead to death.—Browne: Religio Medici, part i. sect. xliv. [194:4] Grim death, my son and foe.—Milton: Paradise Lost, book ii. line 804.
THOMAS HEYWOOD. —— -1649. The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.[194:5] Apology for Actors (1612). I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom. Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head.[194:6] Hierarchie of the Blessed Angells. Her that ruled the rost in the kitchen.[194:7] History of Women (ed. 1624). Page 286.
JOHN SELDEN. 1584-1654. Equity is a roguish thing. For Law we have a measure, know what to trust to; Equity is according to the [195]conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is Equity. 'T is all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a "foot" a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be! One Chancellor has a long foot, another a short foot, a third an indifferent foot. 'T is the same thing in the Chancellor's conscience. Table Talk. Equity. Old friends are best. King James used to call for his old shoes; they were easiest for his feet.[195:1] Table Talk. Friends. Humility is a virtue all preach, none practise; and yet everybody is content to hear. Table Talk. Humility. 'T is not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess. Table Talk. Humility. Commonly we say a judgment falls upon a man for something in him we cannot abide. Table Talk. Judgments. Ignorance of the law excuses no man; not that all men know the law, but because 't is an excuse every man will plead, and no man can tell how to refute him. Table Talk. Law. No man is the wiser for his learning. Table Talk. Learning. Wit and wisdom are born with a man. Table Talk. Learning. Few men make themselves masters of the things they write or speak. Table Talk. Learning. Take a straw and throw it up into the air,—you may see by that which way the wind is. Table Talk. Libels. Philosophy is nothing but discretion. Table Talk. Philosophy. Marriage is a desperate thing. Table Talk. Marriage. Thou little thinkest what a little foolery governs the world.[195:2] Table Talk. Pope. [196] They that govern the most make the least noise. Table Talk. Power. Syllables govern the world. Table Talk. Power. Never king dropped out of the clouds. Table Talk. Power. Never tell your resolution beforehand. Table Talk. Wisdom. Wise men say nothing in dangerous times. Table Talk. Wisdom. Footnotes [195:2] Behold, my son, with how little wisdom the world is governed.—Oxenstiern (1583-1654).
WILLIAM DRUMMOND. 1585-1649. God never had a church but there, men say, The Devil a chapel hath raised by some wyles.[196:1] I doubted of this saw, till on a day I westward spied great Edinburgh's Saint Gyles. Posthumous Poems.
FRANCIS BEAUMONT. 1586-1616. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtile flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life. Letter to Ben Jonson. Here are sands, ignoble things, Dropt from the ruined sides of kings. On the Tombs of Westminster Abbey. It is always good When a man has two irons in the fire. The Faithful Friends. Act i. Sc. 2.
[197] BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER. (Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher.) All your better deeds Shall be in water writ, but this in marble.[197:1] Philaster. Act v. Sc. 3. Upon my burned body lie lightly, gentle earth. The Maid's Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 2. A soul as white as heaven. The Maid's Tragedy. Act iv. Sc. 1. But they that are above Have ends in everything.[197:2] The Maid's Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1. It shew'd discretion, the best part of valour.[197:3] A King and No King. Act iv. Sc. 3. There is a method in man's wickedness,— It grows up by degrees.[197:4] A King and No King. Act v. Sc. 4. As cold as cucumbers. Cupid's Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1. Calamity is man's true touchstone.[197:5] Four Plays in One: The Triumph of Honour. Sc. 1. Kiss till the cow comes home. Scornful Lady. Act iii. Sc. 1. It would talk,— Lord! how it talked![197:6] Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 1. Beggars must be no choosers.[197:7] Scornful Lady. Act v. Sc. 3. No better than you should be.[197:8] The Coxcomb. Act iv. Sc. 3. [198] From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot.[198:1] The Honest Man's Fortune. Act ii. Sc. 2. One foot in the grave.[198:2] The Little French Lawyer. Act i. Sc. 1. Go to grass. The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7. There is no jesting with edge tools.[198:3] The Little French Lawyer. Act iv. Sc. 7. Though I say it that should not say it. Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 2. I name no parties.[198:4] Wit at Several Weapons. Act ii. Sc. 3. Whistle, and she'll come to you.[198:5] Wit Without Money. Act iv. Sc. 4. Let the world slide.[198:6] Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 2. The fit 's upon me now! Come quickly, gentle lady; The fit 's upon me now. Wit Without Money. Act v. Sc. 4. He comes not in my books.[198:7] The Widow. Act i. Sc. 1. Death hath so many doors to let out life.[198:8] The Customs of the Country. Act ii. Sc. 2. Of all the paths [that] lead to a woman's love Pity 's the straightest.[198:9] The Knight of Malta. Act i. Sc. 1. Nothing can cover his high fame but heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,— To which I leave him. The False One. Act ii. Sc. 1. [199] Thou wilt scarce be a man before thy mother.[199:1] Love's Cure. Act ii. Sc. 2. What 's one man's poison, signor, Is another's meat or drink.[199:2] Love's Cure. Act iii. Sc. 2. Primrose, first-born child of Ver, Merry springtime's harbinger. The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act i. Sc. 1. O great corrector of enormous times, Shaker of o'er-rank states, thou grand decider Of dusty and old titles, that healest with blood The earth when it is sick, and curest the world O' the pleurisy of people! The Two Noble Kinsmen. Act v. Sc. 1. Footnotes [197:4] Nemo repente fuit turpissimus (No man ever became extremely wicked all at once).—Juvenal: ii. 83. Ainsi que la vertu, le crime a ses degrÉs (As virtue has its degrees, so has vice).—Racine: PhÉdre, act iv. sc. 2. [197:5] Ignis aurum probat, miseria fortes viros (Fire is the test of gold; adversity, of strong men).—Seneca: De Providentia, v. 9. [197:6] Then he will talk—good gods! how he will talk!—Lee: Alexander the Great, act i. sc. 3. [197:8] She is no better than she should be.—Fielding: The Temple Beau, act iv. sc. 3. [198:2] An old doting fool, with one foot already in the grave.—Plutarch: On the Training of Children. [198:3] It is no jesting with edge tools.—The True Tragedy of Richard III. (1594.) [198:4] The use of "party" in the sense of "person" occurs in the Book of Common Prayer, More's "Utopia," Shakespeare, Ben Jonson, Fuller, and other old English writers. [198:5] Whistle, and I'll come to ye.—Burns: Whistle, etc. [198:9] Pity 's akin to love.—Southerne: Oroonoka, act ii. sc. 1. Pity swells the tide of love.—Young: Night Thoughts, night iii. line 107. [199:1] But strive still to be a man before your mother.—Cowper: Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii. [199:2] Quod ali cibus est aliis fuat acre venenum (What is food to one may be fierce poison to others).—Lucretius: iv. 637.
GEORGE WITHER. 1588-1667. Shall I, wasting in despair, Die because a woman's fair? Or make pale my cheeks with care, 'Cause another's rosy are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowery meads in May, If she be not so to me, What care I how fair she be?[199:3] The Shepherd's Resolution. Jack shall pipe and Gill shall dance. Poem on Christmas. Hang sorrow! care will kill a cat,[199:4] And therefore let 's be merry. Poem on Christmas. [200] Though I am young, I scorn to flit On the wings of borrowed wit. The Shepherd's Hunting. And I oft have heard defended,— Little said is soonest mended. The Shepherd's Hunting. And he that gives us in these days New Lords may give us new laws. Contented Man's Morrice.
THOMAS HOBBES. 1588-1679. For words are wise men's counters,—they do but reckon by them; but they are the money of fools. The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. iv. No arts, no letters, no society, and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death, and the life of man solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. The Leviathan. Part i. Chap. xviii.
THOMAS CAREW. 1589-1639. He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires,— As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. Disdain Returned. Then fly betimes, for only they Conquer Love that run away. Conquest by Flight. An untimely grave.[200:1] On the Duke of Buckingham. The magic of a face. Epitaph on the Lady S——. Footnotes [200:1] An untimely grave.—Tate and Brady: Psalm vii.
[201] WILLIAM BROWNE. 1590-1645. Whose life is a bubble, and in length a span.[201:1] Britannia's Pastorals. Book i. Song 2. Did therewith bury in oblivion. Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2. Well-languaged Daniel. Britannia's Pastorals. Book ii. Song 2.
ROBERT HERRICK. 1591-1674. Cherry ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones,—come and buy! If so be you ask me where They do grow, I answer, there, Where my Julia's lips do smile,— There 's the land, or cherry-isle. Cherry Ripe. Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. Some asked how pearls did grow, and where? Then spoke I to my girl To part her lips, and showed them there The quarelets of pearl. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarrie of Pearls. A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness. Delight in Disorder. A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat; A careless shoe-string, in whose tie I see a wild civility,— Do more bewitch me than when art Is too precise in every part. Delight in Disorder. [202] You say to me-wards your affection 's strong; Pray love me little, so you love me long.[202:1] Love me Little, Love me Long. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day To-morrow will be dying.[202:2] To the Virgins to make much of Time. Fall on me like a silent dew, Or like those maiden showers Which, by the peep of day, do strew A baptism o'er the flowers. To Music, to becalm his Fever. Fair daffadills, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early rising sun Has not attained his noon. To Daffadills. Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.[202:3] Sorrows Succeed. Her pretty feet, like snails, did creep A little out, and then,[202:4] As if they played at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again. To Mistress Susanna Southwell. Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee, The shooting-stars attend thee; And the elves also, Whose little eyes glow Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee. The Night Piece to Julia. [203] I saw a flie within a beade Of amber cleanly buried.[203:1] The Amber Bead. Thus times do shift,—each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old. Ceremonies for Candlemas Eve. Out-did the meat, out-did the frolick wine. Ode for Ben Jonson. Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt; Nothing 's so hard but search will find it out.[203:2] Seek and Find. But ne'er the rose without the thorn.[203:3] The Rose. Footnotes [202:2] Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.—Wisdom of Solomon, ii. 8. Gather the rose of love whilest yet is time.—Spenser: The Faerie Queene, book ii. canto xii. stanza 75. [202:4] Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out. Suckling: Ballad upon a Wedding. [203:2] Nil tam difficilest quin quÆrendo investigari possiet (Nothing is so difficult but that it may be found out by seeking).—Terence: Heautontimoroumenos, iv. 2, 8. [203:3] Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.—Milton: Paradise Lost, book iv. line 256.
FRANCIS QUARLES. 1592-1644. Death aims with fouler spite At fairer marks.[203:4] Divine Poems (ed. 1669). Sweet Phosphor, bring the day Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Light will repay The wrongs of night; Sweet Phosphor, bring the day! Emblems. Book i. Emblem 14. Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 2. [204] This house is to be let for life or years; Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears. Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, She must be dearly let, or let alone. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 10, Ep. 10. The slender debt to Nature 's quickly paid,[204:1] Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made. Emblems. Book ii. Emblem 13. The next way home 's the farthest way about.[204:2] Emblems. Book iv. Emblem 2, Ep. 2. It is the lot of man but once to die. Emblems. Book v. Emblem 7. Footnotes [203:4] Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.—Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 1011. [204:1] To die is a debt we must all of us discharge.—Euripides: Alcestis, line 418. [204:2] The longest way round is the shortest way home.—Bohn: Foreign Proverbs (Italian).
GEORGE HERBERT. 1593-1632. To write a verse or two is all the praise That I can raise. Praise. Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky. Virtue. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. Virtue. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives. Virtue. Like summer friends, Flies of estate and sunneshine. The Answer. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine; Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws Makes that and th' action fine. The Elixir. A verse may find him who a sermon flies, And turn delight into a sacrifice. The Church Porch. [205] Dare to be true: nothing can need a lie; A fault which needs it most, grows two thereby.[205:1] The Church Porch. Chase brave employment with a naked sword Throughout the world. The Church Porch. Sundays observe; think when the bells do chime, 'T is angels' music. The Church Porch. The worst speak something good; if all want sense, God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence. The Church Porch. Bibles laid open, millions of surprises. Sin. Religion stands on tiptoe in our land, Ready to pass to the American strand. The Church Militant. Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him. Man. If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast. The Pulley. The fineness which a hymn or psalm affords If when the soul unto the lines accords. A True Hymn. Wouldst thou both eat thy cake and have it?[205:2] The Size. Do well and right, and let the world sink.[205:3] Country Parson. Chap. xxix. His bark is worse than his bite. Jacula Prudentum. After death the doctor.[205:4] Jacula Prudentum. Hell is full of good meanings and wishings.[205:5] Jacula Prudentum. [206] No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.[206:1] Jacula Prudentum. God's mill grinds slow, but sure.[206:2] Jacula Prudentum. The offender never pardons.[206:3] Jacula Prudentum. It is a poor sport that is not worth the candle. Jacula Prudentum. To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.[206:4] Jacula Prudentum. The lion is not so fierce as they paint him.[206:5] Jacula Prudentum. Help thyself, and God will help thee.[206:6] Jacula Prudentum. Words are women, deeds are men.[206:7] Jacula Prudentum. The mouse that hath but one hole is quickly taken.[206:8] Jacula Prudentum. A dwarf on a giant's shoulders sees farther of the two.[206:9] Jacula Prudentum. Footnotes [205:1] And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two. Watts: Song xv. [205:2] See Heywood, page 20. Bickerstaff: Thomas and Sally. [205:3] Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua (Though the sky fall, let Thy will be done).—Sir T. Browne: Religio Medici, part ii. sect. xi. [205:4] After the war, aid.—Greek proverb. After me the deluge.—Madame de Pompadour. [205:5] Hell is paved with good intentions.—Dr. Johnson (Boswell's Life of Johnson, Annus 1775.) [206:2] Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.—F. Von Logau (1614-1655): Retribution (translation). [206:3] They ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.—Dryden: The Conquest of Grenada. [206:4] God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.—Sterne: Sentimental Journey. [206:5] The lion is not so fierce as painted.—Fuller: Expecting Preferment. [206:6] God helps those who help themselves.—Sidney: Discourses on Government, sect. xxiii. Franklin: Poor Richard's Almanac. [206:7] Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.—Dr. Madden: Boulter's Monument (supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745).
IZAAK WALTON. 1593-1683. Of which, if thou be a severe, sour-complexioned man, then I here disallow thee to be a competent judge. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface. Angling may be said to be so like the mathematics that it can never be fully learnt. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface. As no man is born an artist, so no man is born an angler. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface. [207] I shall stay him no longer than to wish him a rainy evening to read this following discourse; and that if he be an honest angler, the east wind may never blow when he goes a fishing. The Complete Angler. Author's Preface. As the Italians say, Good company in a journey makes the way to seem the shorter. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. I am, sir, a Brother of the Angle. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. It [angling] deserves commendations;...it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. Angling is somewhat like poetry,—men are to be born so. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. Doubt not but angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.[207:1] The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. Sir Henry Wotton was a most dear lover and a frequent practiser of the Art of Angling; of which he would say, "'T was an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent, a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness;" and "that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it." The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. You will find angling to be like the virtue of humility, which has a calmness of spirit and a world of other blessings attending upon it. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 1. I remember that a wise friend of mine did usually say, "That which is everybody's business is nobody's business." The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii. [208] Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. ii. An excellent angler, and now with God. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv. Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. iv. No man can lose what he never had. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v. We may say of angling as Dr. Boteler[208:1] said of strawberries: "Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did;" and so, if I might be judge, God never did make a more calm, quiet, innocent recreation than angling. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. v. Thus use your frog: put your hook—I mean the arming wire—through his mouth and out at his gills, and then with a fine needle and silk sew the upper part of his leg with only one stitch to the arming wire of your hook, or tie the frog's leg above the upper joint to the armed wire; and in so doing use him as though you loved him. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8. This dish of meat is too good for any but anglers, or very honest men. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 8. Health is the second blessing that we mortals are capable of,—a blessing that money cannot buy. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21. And upon all that are lovers of virtue, and dare trust in his Providence, and be quiet and go a-angling. The Complete Angler. Part i. Chap. 21. But God, who is able to prevail, wrestled with him; marked him for his own.[208:2] Life of Donne. The great secretary of Nature,—Sir Francis Bacon.[208:3] Life of Herbert. [209] Oh, the gallant fisher's life! It is the best of any; 'T is full of pleasure, void of strife, And 't is beloved by many. The Angler. (John Chalkhill.)[209:1] Footnotes [207:1] Virtue is her own reward.—Dryden: Tyrannic Love, act iii. sc. 1. Virtue is to herself the best reward.—Henry More: Cupid's Conflict. Virtue is its own reward.—Prior: Imitations of Horace, book iii. ode 2. Gay: Epistle to Methuen. Home: Douglas, act iii. sc. 1. Virtue was sufficient of herself for happiness.—Diogenes Laertius: Plato, xlii. Ipsa quidem virtus sibimet pulcherrima merces (Virtue herself is her own fairest reward).—Silius Italicus (25?-99): Punica, lib. xiii. line 663. [208:1] William Butler, styled by Dr. Fuller in his "Worthies" (Suffolk) the "Æsculapius of our age." He died in 1621. This first appeared in the second edition of "The Angler," 1655. Roger Williams, in his "Key into the Language of America," 1643, p. 98, says: "One of the chiefest doctors of England was wont to say, that God could have made, but God never did make, a better berry." [208:2] Melancholy marked him for her own.—Gray: The Epitaph. [208:3] Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates are secretaries of Nature.—Howell: Letters, book ii. letter xi. [209:1] In 1683, the year in which he died, Walton prefixed a preface to a work edited by him: "Thealma and Clearchus, a Pastoral History, in smooth and easy verse: written long since by John Chalkhill Esq., an aquaintant and friend of Edmund Spenser." Chalkhill,—a name unappropriated, a verbal phantom, a shadow of a shade. Chalkhill is no other than our old piscatory friend incognito.—Zouch: Life of Walton.
JAMES SHIRLEY. 1596-1666. The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings. Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3. Only the actions of the just[209:2] Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.[209:3] Contention of Ajax and Ulysses. Sc. 3. Death calls ye to the crowd of common men. Cupid and Death. Footnotes [209:2] The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. Tate and Brady: Psalm cxxii. 6. [209:3] "Their dust" in Works edited by Dyce.
SAMUEL BUTLER. 1600-1680. And pulpit, drum ecclesiastick, Was beat with fist instead of a stick. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 11. We grant, although he had much wit, He was very shy of using it. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 45. [210] Beside, 't is known he could speak Greek As naturally as pigs squeak;[210:1] That Latin was no more difficile Than to a blackbird 't is to whistle. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 51. He could distinguish and divide A hair 'twixt south and southwest side. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 67. For rhetoric, he could not ope His mouth, but out there flew a trope. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 81. For all a rhetorician's rules Teach nothing but to name his tools. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 89. A Babylonish dialect Which learned pedants much affect. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 93. For he by geometric scale Could take the size of pots of ale. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 121. And wisely tell what hour o' the day The clock does strike, by algebra. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 125. Whatever sceptic could inquire for, For every why he had a wherefore.[210:2] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 131. Where entity and quiddity, The ghosts of defunct bodies, fly. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 145. He knew what 's what,[210:3] and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 149. Such as take lodgings in a head That 's to be let unfurnished.[210:4] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 161. 'T was Presbyterian true blue. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 191. And prove their doctrine orthodox, By apostolic blows and knocks. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 199. [211] As if religion was intended For nothing else but to be mended. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 205. Compound for sins they are inclined to, By damning those they have no mind to. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 215. The trenchant blade, Toledo trusty, For want of fighting was grown rusty, And ate into itself, for lack Of somebody to hew and hack. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 359. For rhyme the rudder is of verses, With which, like ships, they steer their courses. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 463. He ne'er consider'd it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth.[211:1] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 490. And force them, though it was in spite Of Nature and their stars, to write. Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 647. Quoth Hudibras, "I smell a rat![211:2] Ralpho, thou dost prevaricate." Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 821. Or shear swine, all cry and no wool.[211:3] Hudibras. Part i. Canto i. Line 852. And bid the devil take the hin'most.[211:4] Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 633. With many a stiff thwack, many a bang, Hard crab-tree and old iron rang. Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 831. Like feather bed betwixt a wall And heavy brunt of cannon ball. Hudibras. Part i. Canto ii. Line 872. Ay me! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron![211:5] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1. Who thought he 'd won The field as certain as a gun.[211:6] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 11. [212] Nor do I know what is become Of him, more than the Pope of Rome. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 263. I 'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 277. He had got a hurt O' the inside, of a deadlier sort. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 309. These reasons made his mouth to water. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 379. While the honour thou hast got Is spick and span new.[212:1] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 398. With mortal crisis doth portend My days to appropinque an end. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 589. For those that run away and fly, Take place at least o' the enemy. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 609. I am not now in fortune's power: He that is down can fall no lower.[212:2] Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 877. Cheer'd up himself with ends of verse And sayings of philosophers. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1011. If he that in the field is slain Be in the bed of honour lain, He that is beaten may be said To lie in honour's truckle-bed. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1047. When pious frauds and holy shifts Are dispensations and gifts. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1145. Friend Ralph, thou hast Outrun the constable[212:3] at last. Hudibras. Part i. Canto iii. Line 1367. Some force whole regions, in despite O' geography, to change their site; Make former times shake hands with latter, And that which was before come after. [213]But those that write in rhyme still make The one verse for the other's sake; For one for sense, and one for rhyme, I think 's sufficient at one time. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 23. Some have been beaten till they know What wood a cudgel 's of by th' blow; Some kick'd until they can feel whether A shoe be Spanish or neat's leather. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 221. No Indian prince has to his palace More followers than a thief to the gallows. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 273. Quoth she, I 've heard old cunning stagers Say fools for arguments use wagers. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 297. Love in your hearts as idly burns As fire in antique Roman urns.[213:1] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 309. For what is worth in anything But so much money as 't will bring? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 465. Love is a boy by poets styl'd; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.[213:2] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto i. Line 843. The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 29. Have always been at daggers-drawing, And one another clapper-clawing. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 79. For truth is precious and divine,— Too rich a pearl for carnal swine. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 257. Why should not conscience have vacation As well as other courts o' th' nation? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 317. [214] He that imposes an oath makes it, Not he that for convenience takes it; Then how can any man be said To break an oath he never made? Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 377. As the ancients Say wisely, have a care o' th' main chance,[214:1] And look before you ere you leap;[214:2] For as you sow, ye are like to reap.[214:3] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto ii. Line 501. Doubtless the pleasure is as great Of being cheated as to cheat.[214:4] Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1. He made an instrument to know If the moon shine at full or no. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 261. Each window like a pill'ry appears, With heads thrust thro' nail'd by the ears. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 391. To swallow gudgeons ere they 're catch'd, And count their chickens ere they 're hatch'd. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 923. There 's but the twinkling of a star Between a man of peace and war. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 957. But Hudibras gave him a twitch As quick as lightning in the breech, Just in the place where honour 's lodg'd, As wise philosophers have judg'd; Because a kick in that part more Hurts honour than deep wounds before. Hudibras. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 1065. As men of inward light are wont To turn their optics in upon 't. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 481. [215] Still amorous and fond and billing, Like Philip and Mary on a shilling. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 687. What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was prov'd true before Prove false again? Two hundred more. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1277. 'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin; And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffer'd to espouse. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1293. Nick Machiavel had ne'er a trick, Though he gave his name to our Old Nick. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1313. With crosses, relics, crucifixes, Beads, pictures, rosaries, and pixes,— The tools of working our salvation By mere mechanic operation. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto i. Line 1495. True as the dial to the sun,[215:1] Although it be not shin'd upon. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 175. But still his tongue ran on, the less Of weight it bore, with greater ease. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto ii. Line 443. For those that fly may fight again, Which he can never do that 's slain.[215:2] Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 243. He that complies against his will Is of his own opinion still. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 547. With books and money plac'd for show Like nest-eggs to make clients lay, And for his false opinion pay. Hudibras. Part iii. Canto iii. Line 624. [216] And poets by their sufferings grow,[216:1]— As if there were no more to do, To make a poet excellent, But only want and discontent. Fragments. Footnotes [210:1] He Greek and Latin speaks with greater ease Than hogs eat acorns, and tame pigeons peas. Cranfield: Panegyric on Tom Coriate. [211:4] Bid the Devil take the slowest.—Prior: On the Taking of Namur. Deil tak the hindmost.—Burns: To a Haggis. [211:6] Sure as a gun.—Dryden: The Spanish Friar, act iii. sc. 2. Cervantes: Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. vii. [212:2] He that is down needs fear no fall.—Bunyan: Pilgrim's Progress, part ii. [212:3] Outrun the constable.—Ray: Proverbs, 1670. [213:1] Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns. Cowper: Conversation, line 357. [214:3] Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.—Galatians vi. [214:4] This couplet is enlarged on by Swift in his "Tale of a Tub," where he says that the happiness of life consists in being well deceived. [215:1] True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. Barton Booth: Song. [215:2] Let who will boast their courage in the field, I find but little safety from my shield. Nature's, not honour's, law we must obey: This made me cast my useless shield away. And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life, which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain; But who can get another life again? Archilochus: Fragm. 6. (Quoted by Plutarch, Customs of the LacedÆmonians.) Sed omissis quidem divinis exhortationibus illum magis GrÆcum versiculum secularis sententiÆ sibi adhibent, "Qui fugiebat, rursus proeliabitur:" ut et rursus forsitan fugiat (But overlooking the divine exhortations, they act rather upon that Greek verse of worldly significance, "He who flees will fight again," and that perhaps to betake himself again to flight).—Tertullian: De Fuga in Persecutione, c. 10. The corresponding Greek, ???? ? fe???? ?a? p???? a??seta?, is ascribed to Menander. See Fragments (appended to Aristophanes in Didot's Bib. GrÆca,), p. 91. That same man that runnith awaie Maie again fight an other daie. Erasmus: Apothegms, 1542 (translated by Udall). Celuy qui fuit de bonne heure Pent combattre derechef (He who flies at the right time can fight again). Satyre MenippÉe (1594). Qui fuit peut revenir aussi; Qui meurt, il n'en est pas ainsi (He who flies can also return; but it is not so with him who dies). Scarron (1610-1660). He that fights and runs away May turn and fight another day; But he that is in battle slain Will never rise to fight again. Ray: History of the Rebellion (1752), p. 48. For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again. Goldsmith: The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761), vol. ii. p. 147. [216:1] Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Shelley: Julian and Maddalo.
[217] SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT. 1605-1668. The assembled souls of all that men held wise. Gondibert. Book ii. Canto v. Stanza 37. Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.[217:1] The Just Italian. Act v. Sc. 1. For angling-rod he took a sturdy oake;[217:2] For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; His hooke was such as heads the end of pole To pluck down house ere fire consumes it whole; The hook was baited with a dragon's tale,— And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. Britannia Triumphans. Page 15. 1637. Footnotes [217:1] From ignorance our comfort flows.—Prior: To the Hon. Charles Montague. Where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise. Gray: Eton College, Stanza 10. [217:2] For angling rod he took a sturdy oak; For line, a cable that in storm ne'er broke; . . . . . His hook was baited with a dragon's tail,— And then on rock he stood to bob for whale. From The Mock Romance, a rhapsody attached to The Loves of Hero and Leander, published in London in the years 1653 and 1677. Chambers's Book of Days, vol. i. p. 173. Daniel: Rural Sports, Supplement, p. 57. His angle-rod made of a sturdy oak; His line, a cable which in storms ne'er broke; His hook he baited with a dragon's tail,— And sat upon a rock, and bobb'd for whale. William King (1663-1712): Upon a Giant's Angling (In Chalmers's "British Poets" ascribed to King.)
SIR THOMAS BROWNE. 1605-1682. Too rashly charged the troops of error, and remain as trophies unto the enemies of truth. Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. vi. Rich with the spoils of Nature.[217:3] Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xiii. [218] Nature is the art of God.[218:1] Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xvi. The thousand doors that lead to death.[218:2] Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. xliv. The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.[218:3] Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. li. There is no road or ready way to virtue. Religio Medici. Part i. Sect. lv. It is the common wonder of all men, how among so many million of faces there should be none alike.[218:4] Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ii. There is music in the beauty, and the silent note which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument; for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the spheres.[218:5] Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. ix. Sleep is a death; oh, make me try By sleeping what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave as now my bed! Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii. Ruat coelum, fiat voluntas tua.[218:6] Religio Medici. Part ii. Sect. xii. [219] Times before you, when even living men were antiquities,—when the living might exceed the dead, and to depart this world could not be properly said to go unto the greater number.[219:1] Dedication to Urn-Burial. I look upon you as gem of the old rock.[219:2] Dedication to Urn-Burial. Man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes and pompous in the grave. Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v. Quietly rested under the drums and tramplings of three conquests. Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v. Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana; he is almost lost that built it.[219:3] Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v. What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women. Dedication to Urn-Burial. Chap. v. When we desire to confine our words, we commonly say they are spoken under the rose. Vulgar Errors. Footnotes [217:3] Rich with the spoils of time.—Gray: Elegy, stanza 13. [218:1] The course of Nature is the art of God.—Young: Night Thoughts, night ix. line 1267. [218:3] The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. Milton: Paradise Lost, book i. line 253. [218:4] The human features and countenance, although composed of but some ten parts or little more, are so fashioned that among so many thousands of men there are no two in existence who cannot be distinguished from one another.—Pliny: Natural History, book vii. chap. i. Of a thousand shavers, two do not shave so much alike as not to be distinguished.—Johnson (1777). There never were in the world two opinions alike, no more than two hairs or two grains; the most universal quality is diversity.—Montaigne: Of the Resemblance of Children to their Fathers, book i. chap. xxxvii. [218:5] Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face. Lovelace: Orpheus to Beasts. [219:1] 'T is long since Death had the majority.—Blair: The Grave, part ii. line 449. [219:2] Adamas de rupe prÆstantissimus (A most excellent diamond from the rock). A chip of the old block.—Prior: Life of Burke. [219:3] The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that raised it. Cibber: Richard III. act iii. sc. 1.
EDMUND WALLER. 1605-1687. The yielding marble of her snowy breast. On a Lady passing through a Crowd of People. That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.[219:4] To a Lady singing a Song of his Composing. [220] A narrow compass! and yet there Dwelt all that 's good, and all that 's fair; Give me but what this riband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round. On a Girdle. For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice. Poets that lasting marble seek Must come in Latin or in Greek. Of English Verse. Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke. Upon the Death of the Lord Protector. Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Go, Lovely Rose. How small a part of time they share That are so wondrous sweet and fair! Go, Lovely Rose. Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse. Panegyric on Cromwell. [221] In such green palaces the first kings reign'd, Slept in their shades, and angels entertain'd; With such old counsellors they did advise, And by frequenting sacred groves grew wise. On St. James's Park. And keeps the palace of the soul.[221:1] Of Tea. Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot. Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica. Could we forbear dispute and practise love, We should agree as angels do above. Divine Love. Canto iii. The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made.[221:2] Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home: Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new. On the Divine Poems. Footnotes [219:4] So in the Libyan fable it is told That once an eagle, stricken with a dart, Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft, "With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten." Æschylus: Fragm. 123 (Plumptre's Translation). So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Byron: English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, line 826. Like a young eagle, who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart. Thomas Moore: Corruption. [221:1] The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.—Byron: Childe Harold, canto ii. stanza 6. [221:2] See Daniel, page 39. To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.—Rogers: PÆstum.
THOMAS FULLER. 1608-1661. Drawing near her death, she sent most pious thoughts as harbingers to heaven; and her soul saw a glimpse of happiness through the chinks of her sickness-broken body. Life of Monica. He was one of a lean body and visage, as if his eager soul, biting for anger at the clog of his body, desired to fret a passage through it.[221:3] Life of the Duke of Alva. [222] She commandeth her husband, in any equal matter, by constant obeying him. Holy and Profane State. The Good Wife. He knows little who will tell his wife all he knows. Holy and Profane State. The Good Husband. One that will not plead that cause wherein his tongue must be confuted by his conscience. Holy and Profane State. The Good Advocate. A little skill in antiquity inclines a man to Popery; but depth in that study brings him about again to our religion.[222:1] Holy and Profane State. The True Church Antiquary. But our captain counts the image of God—nevertheless his image—cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven. Holy and Profane State. The Good Sea-Captain. To smell to a turf of fresh earth is wholesome for the body; no less are thoughts of mortality cordial to the soul. Holy and Profane State. The Virtuous Lady. The lion is not so fierce as painted.[222:2] Holy and Profane State. Of Preferment. Their heads sometimes so little that there is no room for wit; sometimes so long that there is no wit for so much room. Holy and Profane State. Of Natural Fools. The Pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders. Holy and Profane State. Of Tombs. Learning hath gained most by those books by which the printers have lost. Holy and Profane State. Of Books. They that marry ancient people, merely in expectation to bury them, hang themselves in hope that one will come and cut the halter. Holy and Profane State. Of Marriage. Fame sometimes hath created something of nothing. Holy and Profane State. Fame. Often the cockloft is empty in those whom Nature hath built many stories high.[222:3] Andronicus. Sect. vi. Par. 18, 1. Footnotes [221:3] A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay. Dryden: Absalom and Achitophel, part i. line 156.
[223] JOHN MILTON. 1608-1674. Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 1. Or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 10. Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 16. What in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support, That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.[223:1] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 22. As far as angels' ken. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 59. Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 62. Where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 65. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; th' unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 105. To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 157. And out of good still to find means of evil. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 165. Farewell happy fields, Where joy forever dwells: hail, horrors! Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 249. [224] A mind not to be chang'd by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.[224:1] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 253. Here we may reign secure; and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 261. Heard so oft In worst extremes, and on the perilous edge Of battle. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 275. His spear, to equal which the tallest pine Hewn on Norwegian hills to be the mast Of some great ammiral were but a wand, He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning marle. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 292. Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 302. Awake, arise, or be forever fallen! Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 330. Spirits when they please Can either sex assume, or both. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 423. Execute their airy purposes. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 430. When night Darkens the streets, then wander forth the sons Of Belial, flown with insolence and wine. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 500. Th' imperial ensign, which full high advanc'd Shone like a meteor, streaming to the wind.[224:2] Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 536. Sonorous metal blowing martial sounds: At which the universal host up sent A shout that tore hell's concave, and beyond Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 540. [225] Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 549. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appear'd Less than archangel ruin'd, and th' excess Of glory obscur'd. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 591. In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 597. Thrice he assay'd, and thrice in spite of scorn Tears, such as angels weep, burst forth. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 619. Who overcomes By force, hath overcome but half his foe. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 648. Mammon, the least erected spirit that fell From heaven; for ev'n in heaven his looks and thoughts Were always downward bent, admiring more The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold, Than aught divine or holy else enjoy'd In vision beatific. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 679. Let none admire That riches grow in hell: that soil may best Deserve the precious bane. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 690. Anon out of the earth a fabric huge Rose, like an exhalation. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 710. From morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve,— A summer's day; and with the setting sun Dropp'd from the Zenith like a falling star. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 742. Fairy elves, Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress. Paradise Lost. Book i. Line 781. [226] High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat, by merit rais'd To that bad eminence. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1. Surer to prosper than prosperity Could have assur'd us. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 39. The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 44. Rather than be less, Car'd not to be at all. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 47. My sentence is for open war. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 51. That in our proper motion we ascend Up to our native seat: descent and fall To us is adverse. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 75. When the scourge Inexorable and the torturing hour Call us to penance. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 90. Which, if not victory, is yet revenge. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 105. But all was false and hollow; though his tongue Dropp'd manna, and could make the worse appear The better reason,[226:1] to perplex and dash Maturest counsels. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 112. Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.[226:2] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 139. [227] For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 146. His red right hand.[227:1] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 174. Unrespited, unpitied, unrepriev'd. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 185. The never-ending flight Of future days. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 221. Our torments also may in length of time Become our elements. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 274. With grave Aspect he rose, and in his rising seem'd A pillar of state; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care; And princely counsel in his face yet shone, Majestic though in ruin: sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders, fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies; his look Drew audience and attention still as night Or summer's noontide air. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 300. The palpable obscure. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 406. Long is the way And hard, that out of hell leads up to light. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 432. Their rising all at once was as the sound Of thunder heard remote. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 476. The low'ring element Scowls o'er the darken'd landscape. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 490. Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn'd Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 496. [228] In discourse more sweet; For eloquence the soul, song charms the sense. Others apart sat on a hill retir'd, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free-will, foreknowledge absolute; And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 555. Vain wisdom all and false philosophy. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 565. Arm th' obdur'd breast With stubborn patience as with triple steel. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 568. A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and cold performs th' effect of fire. Thither by harpy-footed Furies hal'd, At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought, and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extremes,—extremes by change more fierce; From beds of raging fire to starve in ice Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine Immovable, infix'd, and frozen round, Periods of time; thence hurried back to fire. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 592. O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp, Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 620. Gorgons and Hydras and ChimÆras dire. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 628. The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either,—black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. Satan was now at hand. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 666. [229] Whence and what art thou, execrable shape? Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 681. Back to thy punishment, False fugitive, and to thy speed add wings. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 699. So spake the grisly Terror. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 704. Incens'd with indignation Satan stood Unterrify'd, and like a comet burn'd That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 707. Their fatal hands No second stroke intend. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 712. Hell Grew darker at their frown. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 719. I fled, and cry'd out, Death! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death! Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 787. Before mine eyes in opposition sits Grim Death, my son and foe. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 803. Death Grinn'd horrible a ghastly smile, to hear His famine should be fill'd. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 845. On a sudden open fly, With impetuous recoil and jarring sound, Th' infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 879. Where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand; For hot, cold, moist, and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mast'ry. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 894. Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 910. [230] To compare Great things with small.[230:1] Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 921. O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 948. With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 995. So he with difficulty and labour hard Mov'd on, with difficulty and labour he. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1021. And fast by, hanging in a golden chain, This pendent world, in bigness as a star Of smallest magnitude, close by the moon. Paradise Lost. Book ii. Line 1051. Hail holy light! offspring of heav'n first-born. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 1. The rising world of waters dark and deep. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 11. Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 37. Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me; from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expung'd and raz'd, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 40. Sufficient to have stood, though free to fall. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 99. See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 337. [231] Dark with excessive bright. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 380. Embryos and idiots, eremites and friars, White, black, and gray, with all their trumpery. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 474. Since call'd The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 495. And oft, though wisdom wake, suspicion sleeps At wisdom's gate, and to simplicity Resigns her charge, while goodness thinks no ill Where no ill seems. Paradise Lost. Book iii. Line 686. The hell within him. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 20. Now conscience wakes despair That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 23. At whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads.[231:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 34. A grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharg'd. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 55. Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 73. Such joy ambition finds. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 92. Ease would recant Vows made in pain, as violent and void. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 96. So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse; all good to me is lost. Evil, be thou my good. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 108. [232] That practis'd falsehood under saintly shew, Deep malice to conceal, couch'd with revenge. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 122. Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 162. And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 194. A heaven on earth. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 208. Flowers worthy of paradise. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 241. Flowers of all hue, and without thorn the rose.[232:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 256. Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 269. For contemplation he and valour form'd, For softness she and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him. His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 297. Implied Subjection, but requir'd with gentle sway, And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd,— Yielded with coy submission, modest pride, And sweet, reluctant, amorous delay. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 307. Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 323. And with necessity, The tyrant's plea,[232:2] excus'd his devilish deeds. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 393. [233] As Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 499. Imparadis'd in one another's arms. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 506. Live while ye may, Yet happy pair. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 533. Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompany'd; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 598. The timely dew of sleep. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 614. With thee conversing I forget all time, All seasons, and their change,—all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train: But neither breath of morn when she ascends With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower, Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night [234]With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 677. In naked beauty more adorn'd, More lovely than Pandora.[234:1] Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 713. Eas'd the putting off These troublesome disguises which we wear. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 739. Hail wedded love, mysterious law, true source Of human offspring. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 750. Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 800. Him thus intent Ithuriel with his spear Touch'd lightly; for no falsehood can endure Touch of celestial temper. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 810. Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 830. Abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 846. All hell broke loose. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 918. Like Teneriff or Atlas unremoved. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 987. The starry cope Of heaven. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 992. Fled Murmuring, and with him fled the shades of night. Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 1014. Now morn, her rosy steps in th' eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wak'd, so custom'd; for his sleep Was aery light, from pure digestion bred. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 1. [235] Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 13. My latest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 18. Good, the more Communicated, more abundant grows. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 71. These are thy glorious works, Parent of good! Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 153. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 166. A wilderness of sweets. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 294. Another morn Ris'n on mid-noon. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 310. So saying, with despatchful looks in haste She turns, on hospitable thoughts intent. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 331. Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 449. The bright consummate flower. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 481. Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 601. They eat, they drink, and in communion sweet Quaff immortality and joy. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 637. Satan; so call him now, his former name Is heard no more in heaven. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 658. Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 667. Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 745. So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found; Among the faithless, faithful only he. Paradise Lost. Book v. Line 896. Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 2. [236] Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought The better fight. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 29. Arms on armour clashing bray'd Horrible discord, and the madding wheels Of brazen chariots rag'd: dire was the noise Of conflict. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 209. Spirits that live throughout, Vital in every part, not as frail man, In entrails, heart or head, liver or reins, Cannot but by annihilating die. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 345. Far off his coming shone. Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768. More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'd To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 24. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 30. Heaven open'd wide Her ever during gates, harmonious sound, On golden hinges moving. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 205. Hither, as to their fountain, other stars Repairing, in their golden urns draw light. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 364. Now half appear'd The tawny lion, pawing to get free His hinder parts. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 463. Indu'd With sanctity of reason. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 507. A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold, And pavement stars,—as stars to thee appear Seen in the galaxy, that milky way Which nightly as a circling zone thou seest Powder'd with stars. Paradise Lost. Book vii. Line 577. [237] The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 1. There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 21. And grace that won who saw to wish her stay. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 43. And touch'd by her fair tendance, gladlier grew. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 47. With centric and eccentric scribbled o'er, Cycle and epicycle, orb in orb. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 83. Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 163. Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 173. To know That which before us lies in daily life Is the prime wisdom. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 192. Liquid lapse of murmuring streams. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 263. And feel that I am happier than I know. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 282. Among unequals what society Can sort, what harmony, or true delight? Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 383. Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 488. Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 502. She what was honour knew, And with obsequious majesty approv'd My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower I led her blushing like the morn; all heaven [238]And happy constellations on that hour Shed their selectest influence; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill; Joyous the birds; fresh gales and gentle airs Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 508. The sum of earthly bliss. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 522. So well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 548. Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 561. Oft times nothing profits more Than self-esteem, grounded on just and right Well manag'd.[238:1] Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 571. Those graceful acts, Those thousand decencies that daily flow From all her words and actions. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 600. With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Paradise Lost. Book viii. Line 618. My unpremeditated verse. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 24. Pleas'd me, long choosing and beginning late. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 26. Unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years, damp my intended wing. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 44. Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 171. The work under our labour grows, Luxurious by restraint. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 208. Smiles from reason flow, To brute deny'd, and are of love the food. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 239. [239] For solitude sometimes is best society, And short retirement urges sweet return. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 249. At shut of evening flowers. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 278. As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 445. So gloz'd the tempter. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 549. Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 633. Left that command Sole daughter of his voice.[239:1] Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 652. Earth felt the wound; and Nature from her seat, Sighing through all her works, gave signs of woe That all was lost. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 782. In her face excuse Came prologue, and apology too prompt. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 853. A pillar'd shade High overarch'd, and echoing walks between. Paradise Lost. Book ix. Line 1106. Yet I shall temper so Justice with mercy, as may illustrate most Them fully satisfy'd, and thee appease. Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 77. So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 279. How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible! how glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap! Paradise Lost. Book x. Line 775. Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?—thus leave Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades? Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 269. [240] Then purg'd with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 414. Moping melancholy And moon-struck madness. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 485. And over them triumphant Death his dart Shook, but delay'd to strike, though oft invok'd. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 491. So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 535. Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well: how long or short permit to heaven.[240:1] Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 553. A bevy of fair women. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 582. The brazen throat of war. Paradise Lost. Book xi. Line 713. Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way. Paradise Lost. Book xii. Line 645. Beauty stands In the admiration only of weak minds Led captive. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 220. Rocks whereon greatest men have oftest wreck'd. Paradise Regained. Book ii. Line 228. Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise. Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 56. Elephants endors'd with towers. Paradise Regained. Book iii. Line 329. Syene, and where the shadow both way falls, Meroe, Nilotic isle. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 70. Dusk faces with white silken turbans wreath'd. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 76. [241] The childhood shows the man, As morning shows the day.[241:1] Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220. Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 240. The olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 244. Thence to the famous orators repair, Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence Wielded at will that fierce democratie, Shook the arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece, To Macedon, and Artaxerxes' throne. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 267. Socrates.... Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd Wisest of men. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 274. Deep vers'd in books, and shallow in himself. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 327. As children gath'ring pebbles on the shore. Or if I would delight my private hours With music or with poem, where so soon As in our native language can I find That solace? Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 330. Till morning fair Came forth with pilgrim steps in amice gray. Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 426. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! Samson Agonistes. Line 80. The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave. Samson Agonistes. Line 86. [242] Ran on embattled armies clad in iron, And, weaponless himself, Made arms ridiculous. Samson Agonistes. Line 129. Just are the ways of God, And justifiable to men; Unless there be who think not God at all. Samson Agonistes. Line 293. What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe? Samson Agonistes. Line 560. But who is this, what thing of sea or land,— Female of sex it seems,— That so bedeck'd, ornate, and gay, Comes this way sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for th' isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails fill'd, and streamers waving, Courted by all the winds that hold them play, An amber scent of odorous perfume Her harbinger? Samson Agonistes. Line 710. Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. Samson Agonistes. Line 1003. He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame? Samson Agonistes. Line 1350. For evil news rides post, while good news baits. Samson Agonistes. Line 1538. And as an ev'ning dragon came, Assailant on the perched roosts And nests in order rang'd Of tame villatic fowl. Samson Agonistes. Line 1692. Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,—nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble. Samson Agonistes. Line 1721. [243] Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth. Comus. Line 5. That golden key That opes the palace of eternity. Comus. Line 13. The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger. Comus. Line 38. I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower. Comus. Line 43. Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine. Comus. Line 46. These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof. Comus. Line 83. The star that bids the shepherd fold. Comus. Line 93. Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity. Comus. Line 103. Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep. Comus. Line 138. When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain. Comus. Line 188. A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses. Comus. Line 205. O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings! Comus. Line 213. Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night? Comus. Line 221. Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Comus. Line 244. [244] How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd! Comus. Line 249. Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium. Comus. Line 256. Such sober certainty of waking bliss. Comus. Line 263. I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i' th' plighted clouds. Comus. Line 298. It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them. Comus. Line 303. With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light. Comus. Line 340. Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where with her best nurse Contemplation She plumes her feathers and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all-to ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. Comus. Line 373. The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure. Comus. Line 398. 'T is chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel. Comus. Line 420. Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost [245]That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity. Comus. Line 432. So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape. Comus. Line 453. How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute,[245:1] And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns. Comus. Line 476. And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale. Comus. Line 496. Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance. Comus. Line 550. I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death. Comus. Line 560. That power Which erring men call Chance. Comus. Line 587. If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble. Comus. Line 597. The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon. Comus. Line 631. Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off. Comus. Line 646. [246] This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds. Comus. Line 672. Budge doctors of the Stoic fur. Comus. Line 707. And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons. Comus. Line 727. It is for homely features to keep home,— They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn? Comus. Line 748. Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder. Comus. Line 776. Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence. Comus. Line 790. His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power. Comus. Line 816. Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair. Comus. Line 859. But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run. Comus. Line 1012. Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her. Comus. Line 1022. I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Lycidas. Line 3. He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. Lycidas. Line 10. [247] Without the meed of some melodious tear. Lycidas. Line 14. Under the opening eyelids of the morn. Lycidas. Line 26. But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return! Lycidas. Line 37. The gadding vine. Lycidas. Line 40. And strictly meditate the thankless Muse. Lycidas. Line 66. To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of NeÆra's hair. Lycidas. Line 68. Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise[247:1] (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. Lycidas. Line 70. Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil. Lycidas. Line 78. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark. Lycidas. Line 100. The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore, of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). Lycidas. Line 109. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Lycidas. Line 130. Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, [248]The white pink, and the pansy freakt with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attir'd woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears. Lycidas. Line 139. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky. Lycidas. Line 168. He touch'd the tender stops of various quills, With eager thought warbling his Doric lay. Lycidas. Line 188. To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new. Lycidas. Line 193. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips and Cranks and wanton Wiles, Nods and Becks and wreathed Smiles. L'Allegro. Line 25. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides. Come and trip it as ye go, On the light fantastic toe. L'Allegro. Line 31. The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty. L'Allegro. Line 36. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. L'Allegro. Line 67. Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighboring eyes. L'Allegro. Line 75. Herbs, and other country messes, Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses. L'Allegro. Line 85. To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade. L'Allegro. Line 95. [249] Then to the spicy nut-brown ale. L'Allegro. Line 100. Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men. L'Allegro. Line 117. Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize. L'Allegro. Line 121. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eyes by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. L'Allegro. Line 129. And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse,[249:1] Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out. L'Allegro. Line 135. Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony. L'Allegro. Line 143. The gay motes that people the sunbeams. Il Penseroso. Line 8. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Il Penseroso. Line 39. Forget thyself to marble. Il Penseroso. Line 42. And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet, Spare Fast, that oft with gods doth diet. Il Penseroso. Line 45. And add to these retired Leisure, That in trim gardens takes his pleasure. Il Penseroso. Line 49. Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Il Penseroso. Line 61. [250] I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Il Penseroso. Line 65. Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom. Il Penseroso. Line 79. Far from all resort of mirth Save the cricket on the hearth. Il Penseroso. Line 81. Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine. Il Penseroso. Line 97. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek. Il Penseroso. Line 105. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold. Il Penseroso. Line 109. Where more is meant than meets the ear. Il Penseroso. Line 120. When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves. Il Penseroso. Line 128. Hide me from day's garish eye. Il Penseroso. Line 141. And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. Il Penseroso. Line 159. Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain. Il Penseroso. Line 173. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. Arcades. Line 68. Under the shady roof Of branching elm star-proof. Arcades. Line 88. [251] O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly. Ode on the Death of a fair Infant, dying of a Cough. Such as may make thee search the coffers round. At a Vacation Exercise. Line 31. No war or battle's sound Was heard the world around. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 53. Time will run back and fetch the age of gold. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 135. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 172. The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 173. From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 184. Peor and BaÄlim Forsake their temples dim. Hymn on Christ's Nativity. Line 197. What needs my Shakespeare for his honour'd bones,— The labour of an age in piled stones? Or that his hallow'd relics should be hid Under a star-y-pointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Epitaph on Shakespeare. And so sepÚlchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die. Epitaph on Shakespeare. Thy liquid notes that close the eye of day.[251:1] Sonnet to the Nightingale. [252] As ever in my great Taskmaster's eye. On his being arrived to the Age of Twenty-three. The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground. When the Assault was intended to the City. That old man eloquent. To the Lady Margaret Ley. That would have made Quintilian stare and gasp. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises. License they mean when they cry, Liberty! For who loves that must first be wise and good. On the Detraction which followed upon my writing certain Treatises. Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than war. To the Lord General Cromwell. Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones. On the late Massacre in Piedmont. Thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait. On his Blindness. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste? To Mr. Lawrence. In mirth that after no repenting draws. Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner. For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains. Sonnet xxi. To Cyriac Skinner. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner. Of which all Europe rings from side to side. Sonnet xxii. To Cyriac Skinner. But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. On his Deceased Wife. [253] Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea. Translation of Horace. Book i. Ode 5. For such kind of borrowing as this, if it be not bettered by the borrower, among good authors is accounted PlagiarÈ. Iconoclastes. xxiii. Truth is as impossible to be soiled by any outward touch as the sunbeam.[253:1] Doctrine and Discipline of Divorce. A poet soaring in the high reason of his fancies, with his garland and singing robes about him. The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii. By labour and intent study (which I take to be my portion in this life), joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after times as they should not willingly let it die. The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii. Beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies. The Reason of Church Government. Introduction, Book ii. He who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem. Apology for Smectymnuus. His words, like so many nimble and airy servitors, trip about him at command. Apology for Smectymnuus. Litigious terms, fat contentions, and flowing fees. Tractate of Education. I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hillside, where I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. Tractate of Education. [254] Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages. Tractate of Education. Ornate rhetorick taught out of the rule of Plato.... To which poetry would be made subsequent, or indeed rather precedent, as being less suttle and fine, but more simple, sensuous, and passionate. Tractate of Education. In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth. Tractate of Education. Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument. Tractate of Education. As good almost kill a man as kill a good book: who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself. Areopagitica. A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. Areopagitica. Seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books. Areopagitica. I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. Areopagitica. Who shall silence all the airs and madrigals that whisper softness in chambers? Areopagitica. Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as [255]an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam. Areopagitica. Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do ingloriously, by licensing and prohibiting, to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple: who ever knew Truth put to the worse in a free and open encounter?[255:1] Areopagitica. Men of most renowned virtue have sometimes by transgressing most truly kept the law. Tetrachordon. By this time, like one who had set out on his way by night, and travelled through a region of smooth or idle dreams, our history now arrives on the confines, where daylight and truth meet us with a clear dawn, representing to our view, though at a far distance, true colours and shapes. The History of England. Book i. Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air? The History of England. Book iv. Footnotes [223:1] But vindicate the ways of God to man.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 16. [224:2] Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.—Gray: The Bard, i. 2, line 6. [226:1] Aristophanes turns Socrates into ridicule...as making the worse appear the better reason.—Diogenes Laertius: Socrates, v. [226:2] Our hope is loss, our hope but sad despair.—Shakespeare: Henry VI. part iii. act ii. sc. 3. [227:1] Rubente dextera.—Horace: Ode i. 2, 2. [230:1] Compare great things with small.—Virgil: Eclogues, i. 24; Georgics, iv. 176. Cowley: The Motto. Dryden: Ovid, Metamorphoses, book i. line 727. Tickell: Poem on Hunting. Pope: Windsor Forest. [231:1] Ye little stars! hide your diminished rays.—Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iii. line 282. [232:2] Necessity is the argument of tyrants, it is the creed of slaves.—William Pitt: Speech on the India Bill, November, 1783. [234:1] When unadorned, adorned the most.—Thomson: Autumn, line 204. [238:1] "But most of all respect thyself."—A precept of the Pythagoreans. [239:1] Stern daughter of the voice of God.—Wordsworth: Ode to Duty. [240:1] Summum nec metuas diem, nec optes (Neither fear nor wish for your last day).—Martial: lib. x. epigram 47, line 13. [241:1] The child is father of the man.—Wordsworth: My Heart Leaps up. [247:1] Erant quibus appetentior famÆ videretur, quando etiam sapientibus cupido gloriÆ novissima exuitur (Some might consider him as too fond of fame, for the desire of glory clings even to the best of men longer than any other passion) [said of Helvidius Priscus].—Tacitus: Historia, iv. 6. [249:1] Wisdom married to immortal verse.—Wordsworth: The Excursion, book vii. [255:1] Error of opinion may be tolerated where reason is left free to combat it.—Jefferson: Inaugural Address.
EDWARD HYDE CLARENDON. 1608-1674. He [Hampden] had a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute any mischief.[255:2] History of the Rebellion. Vol. iii. Book vii. § 84. Footnotes [255:2] In every deed of mischief he had a heart to resolve, a head to contrive, and a hand to execute.—Gibbon: Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, chap. xlviii. Heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute.—From Junius, letter xxxvii. Feb. 14, 1770.
[256] SIR JOHN SUCKLING. 1609-1641. Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out,[256:1] As if they feared the light; But oh, she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight. Ballad upon a Wedding. Her lips were red, and one was thin; Compared with that was next her chin,— Some bee had stung it newly. Ballad upon a Wedding. Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Song. 'T is expectation makes a blessing dear; Heaven were not heaven if we knew what it were. Against Fruition. She is pretty to walk with, And witty to talk with, And pleasant, too, to think on. Brennoralt. Act ii. Her face is like the milky way i' the sky,— A meeting of gentle lights without a name. Brennoralt. Act iii. But as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own, So in our very judgments.[256:2] Aglaura. Epilogue. The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[256:3] The Goblins. [257] Nick of time. The Goblins. "High characters," cries one, and he would see Things that ne'er were, nor are, nor e'er will be.[257:1] The Goblins. Epilogue. Footnotes [256:2] 'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none Go just alike, yet each believes his own. Pope: Essay on Criticism, part i. line 9. [257:1] Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be. Pope: Essay on Criticism, part ii. line 53. There 's no such thing in Nature, and you 'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw. Sheffield: Essay on Poetry.
MARQUIS OF MONTROSE. 1612-1650. He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.[257:2] My Dear and only Love. I 'll make thee glorious by my pen, And famous by my sword.[257:3] My Dear and only Love. Footnotes [257:2] That puts it not unto the touch To win or lose it all. Napier: Montrose and the Covenanters, vol. ii. p. 566. [257:3] I 'll make thee famous by my pen, And glorious by my sword. Scott: Legend of Montrose, chap. xv.
SIR JOHN DENHAM. 1615-1668. Though with those streams he no resemblance hold, Whose foam is amber and their gravel gold; His genuine and less guilty wealth t' explore, Search not his bottom, but survey his shore. Cooper's Hill. Line 165. Oh, could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not dull; Strong without rage; without o'erflowing, full. Cooper's Hill. Line 189. [258] Actions of the last age are like almanacs of the last year. The Sophy. A Tragedy. But whither am I strayed? I need not raise Trophies to thee from other men's dispraise; Nor is thy fame on lesser ruins built; Nor needs thy juster title the foul guilt Of Eastern kings, who, to secure their reign, Must have their brothers, sons, and kindred slain.[258:1] On Mr. John Fletcher's Works. Footnotes [258:1] Poets are sultans, if they had their will; For every author would his brother kill. Orrery: Prologues (according to Johnson). Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne. Pope: Prologue to the Satires, line 197.
RICHARD CRASHAW. Circa 1616-1650. The conscious water saw its God and blushed.[258:2] Epigram. Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she, That shall command my heart and me. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye, In shady leaves of destiny. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. Life that dares send A challenge to his end, And when it comes, say, Welcome, friend! Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. [259] Sydneian showers Of sweet discourse, whose powers Can crown old Winter's head with flowers. Wishes to his Supposed Mistress. A happy soul, that all the way To heaven hath a summer's day. In Praise of Lessius's Rule of Health. The modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can,— "Here lies a truly honest man!" Epitaph upon Mr. Ashton. Footnotes [258:2] Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed).—Epigrammationa Sacra. AquÆ in vinum versÆ, p. 299.
RICHARD LOVELACE. 1618-1658. Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face,[259:1] You 'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear. Orpheus to Beasts. I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not honour more. To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames.[259:2] To Althea from Prison, ii. Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty. To Althea from Prison, ii. [260] Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty. To Althea from Prison, iv. Footnotes [259:1] See Browne, page 218. The mind, the music breathing from her face.—Byron: Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6.
ABRAHAM COWLEY. 1618-1667. What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own? The Motto. His time is forever, everywhere his place. Friendship in Absence. We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine, But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry; Arts which I lov'd, for they, my friend, were thine. On the Death of Mr. William Harvey. His faith, perhaps, in some nice tenets might Be wrong; his life, I 'm sure, was in the right.[260:1] On the Death of Crashaw. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair. From Anacreon, ii. Drinking. Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why? From Anacreon, ii. Drinking. [261] A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain. From Anacreon, vii. Gold. Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure. The Mistress. For Hope. Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'T is like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill. The Waiting Maid. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.[261:1] Davideis. Book i. Line 25. When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled. Davideis. Book i. Line 41. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.[261:2] Davideis. Book ii. Line 95. The monster London laugh at me. Of Solitude, xi. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost. Of Solitude, vii. The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books. The Garden, i. God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.[261:3] The Garden, ii. [262] Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small. Horace. Book iii. Ode 1. Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.[262:1] Virgil, Georgics. Book ii. Line 72. Words that weep and tears that speak.[262:2] The Prophet. We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before. Discourse concerning the Government of Oliver Cromwell. Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.[262:3] Discourse xi. Of Myself. St. xi. Footnotes [260:1] For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, He can't be wrong whose life is in the right. Pope: Essay on Man, epilogue iii. line 303. [261:1] One of our poets (which is it?) speaks of an everlasting now.—Southey: The Doctor, chap. xxv. p. 1. [261:2] Loose his beard and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air. Gray: The Bard, i. 2. [262:1] Ravish'd with the whistling of a name.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 281. [262:2] Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.—Gray: Progress of Poesy, iii. 3, 4. [262:3] For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and ev'n the past enjoy. Pope: Imitation of Martial.
RALPH VENNING. 1620(?)-1673. All the beauty of the world, 't is but skin deep.[262:4] Orthodoxe Paradoxes. (Third edition, 1650.) The Triumph of Assurance, p. 41. They spare the rod, and spoyle the child.[262:5] Mysteries and Revelations, p. 5. (1649.) Footnotes [262:4] Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.—Henry: Commentaries. Genesis iii.
ANDREW MARVELL. 1620-1678. Orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night. Bermudas. And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time. Bermudas. [263] In busy companies of men. The Garden. (Translated.) Annihilating all that 's made To a green thought in a green shade. The Garden. (Translated.) The world in all doth but two nations bear,— The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere. The Loyal Scot. The inglorious arts of peace. Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland. He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene. Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland. So much one man can do, That does both act and know. Upon Cromwell's return from Ireland. To make a bank was a great plot of state; Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate. The Character of Holland.
JOSEPH HENSHAW.[263:1] —— -1678. Man's life is like unto a winter's day,— Some break their fast and so depart away; Others stay dinner, then depart full fed; The longest age but sups and goes to bed. O reader, then behold and see! As we are now, so must you be. HorÆ Sucissive (1631). Footnotes [263:1] Bishop of Peterborough, 1663.
HENRY VAUGHAN. 1621-1695. But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. The Retreat. I see them walking in an air of glory Whose light doth trample on my days,— [264]My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays. They are all gone. Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark! They are all gone. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. They are all gone. Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch Till the white-wing'd reapers come! The Seed growing secretly.
ALGERNON SIDNEY. 1622-1683. Manus haec inimica tyrannis Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem.[264:1] From the Life and Memoirs of Algernon Sidney. Liars ought to have good memories.[264:2] Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xv. Men lived like fishes; the great ones devoured the small.[264:3] Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xviii. [265] God helps those who help themselves.[265:1] Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii. It is not necessary to light a candle to the sun.[265:2] Discourses on Government. Chap. ii. Sect. xxiii. Footnotes [264:1] His father writes to him, Aug. 30, 1660: "It is said that the University of Copenhagen brought their album unto you, desiring you to write something; and that you did scribere in albo these words." It is said that the first line is to be found in the patent granted in 1616 by Camden (Clarencieux).—Notes and Queries, March 10, 1866. [264:2] He who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying.—Montaigne: Book i. chap. ix. Of Liars. [265:1] See Herbert, page 206. Heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act—Sophocles: Fragment 288 (Plumptre's Translation). Help thyself, Heaven will help thee.—La Fontaine: Book vi. fable 18. [265:2] Like his that lights a candle to the sun.—Fletcher: Letter to Sir Walter Aston. And hold their farthing candle to the sun.—Young: Satire vii. line 56.
WILLIAM WALKER. 1623-1684. Learn to read slow: all other graces Will follow in their proper places.[265:3] The Art of Reading. Footnotes [265:3] Take time enough; all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places. Byrom: Advice to preach slow.
JOHN BUNYAN. 1628-1688. And so I penned It down, until at last it came to be, For length and breadth, the bigness which you see. Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book. Some said, "John, print it;" others said, "Not so." Some said, "It might do good;" others said, "No." Pilgrim's Progress. Apology for his Book. The name of the slough was Despond. Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. Every fat must stand upon his bottom.[265:4] Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. Dark as pitch.[265:5] Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where 't is kept is lighter than vanity. Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. [266] The palace Beautiful. Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. They came to the Delectable Mountains. Pilgrim's Progress. Part i. Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache. Pilgrim's Progress. The Author's Way of sending forth his Second Part of the Pilgrim. He that is down needs fear no fall.[266:1] Pilgrim's Progress. Part ii. Footnotes [265:4] Every tub must stand upon its bottom.—Macklin: The Man of the World, act i. sc. 2. [265:5] Ray: Proverbs. Gay: The Shepherd's Week. Wednesday.
SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE. 1628-1699. Books, like proverbs, receive their chief value from the stamp and esteem of ages through which they have passed. Ancient and Modern Learning. No clap of thunder in a fair frosty day could more astonish the world than our declaration of war against Holland in 1672. Memoirs. Vol. ii. p. 255. When all is done, human life is, at the greatest and the best, but like a froward child, that must be played with and humoured a little to keep it quiet till it falls asleep, and then the care is over. Miscellanea. Part ii. Of Poetry.
JOHN TILLOTSON. 1630-1694. If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.[266:2] Footnotes [266:2] If God did not exist, it would be necessary to invent him.—Voltaire: A l' Auteur du Livre des trois Imposteurs, ÉpÎtre cxl.
WILLIAM STOUGHTON. 1631-1701. God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.[266:3] Election Sermon at Boston, April 29, 1669. Footnotes [266:3] God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.—Longfellow: Courtship of Miles Standish, iv.
[267] JOHN DRYDEN. 1631-1701. Above any Greek or Roman name.[267:1] Upon the Death of Lord Hastings. Line 76. And threat'ning France, plac'd like a painted Jove, Kept idle thunder in his lifted hand. Annus Mirabilis. Stanza 39. Whate'er he did was done with so much ease, In him alone 't was natural to please. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 27. A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pygmy-body to decay, And o'er-inform'd the tenement of clay.[267:2] A daring pilot in extremity; Pleas'd with the danger, when the waves went high He sought the storms. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 156. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide.[267:3] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 163. And all to leave what with his toil he won To that unfeather'd two-legged thing, a son. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 169. Resolv'd to ruin or to rule the state. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 174. And heaven had wanted one immortal song. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 197. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.[267:4] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 198. [268] The people's prayer, the glad diviner's theme, The young men's vision, and the old men's dream![268:1] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 238. Behold him setting in his western skies, The shadows lengthening as the vapours rise.[268:2] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 268. Than a successive title long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's ark. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 301. Not only hating David, but the king. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 512. Who think too little, and who talk too much.[268:3] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 534. A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome; Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon.[268:4] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 545. So over violent, or over civil, That every man with him was God or Devil. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 557. His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.[268:5] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 645. Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence. Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 868. [269] Beware the fury of a patient man.[269:1] Absalom and Achitophel. Part i. Line 1005. Made still a blund'ring kind of melody; Spurr'd boldly on, and dashed through thick and thin,[269:2] Through sense and nonsense, never out nor in. Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 413. For every inch that is not fool is rogue. Absalom and Achitophel. Part ii. Line 463. Men met each other with erected look, The steps were higher that they took; Friends to congratulate their friends made haste, And long inveterate foes saluted as they pass'd. Threnodia Augustalis. Line 124. For truth has such a face and such a mien, As to be lov'd needs only to be seen.[269:3] The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 33. And kind as kings upon their coronation day. The Hind and the Panther. Part i. Line 271. For those whom God to ruin has design'd, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.[269:4] The Hind and the Panther. Part iii. Line 2387. But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Mac Flecknoe. Line 20. Our vows are heard betimes! and Heaven takes care To grant, before we can conclude the prayer: Preventing angels met it half the way, And sent us back to praise, who came to pray.[269:5] Britannia Rediviva. Line 1. [270] And torture one poor word ten thousand ways. Britannia Rediviva. Line 208. Thus all below is strength, and all above is grace. Epistle to Congreve. Line 19. Be kind to my remains; and oh defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Epistle to Congreve. Line 72. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend. Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92. Wit will shine Through the harsh cadence of a rugged line. To the Memory of Mr. Oldham. Line 15. So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there. Eleonora. Line 315. Since heaven's eternal year is thine. Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 15. O gracious God! how far have we Profan'd thy heavenly gift of poesy! Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 56. Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.[270:1] Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70. He was exhal'd; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.[270:2] On the Death of a very young Gentleman. Three poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd; The next, in majesty; in both the last. [271]The force of Nature could no further go; To make a third, she join'd the former two.[271:1] Under Mr. Milton's Picture. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man. A Song for St. Cecilia's Day. Line 11. None but the brave deserves the fair. Alexander's Feast. Line 15. With ravish'd ears The monarch hears; Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. Alexander's Feast. Line 37. Bacchus, ever fair and ever young. Alexander's Feast. Line 54. Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,— Sweet is pleasure after pain. Alexander's Feast. Line 58. Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. Alexander's Feast. Line 66. Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood; Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed, On the bare earth expos'd he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes. Alexander's Feast. Line 77. [272] For pity melts the mind to love.[272:1] Alexander's Feast. Line 96. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee. Alexander's Feast. Line 97. Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again. Alexander's Feast. Line 120. And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Alexander's Feast. Line 154. Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. Alexander's Feast. Line 160. He rais'd a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down. Alexander's Feast. Line 169. A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time. The Secular Masque. Line 40. Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.[272:2] Palamon and Arcite. Book ii. Line 758. For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss. The Cock and the Fox. Line 452. And that one hunting, which the Devil design'd For one fair female, lost him half the kind. Theodore and Honoria. Line 227. Old as I am, for ladies' love unfit, The power of beauty I remember yet. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 1. [273] When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind! Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 41. He trudg'd along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 84. The fool of nature stood with stupid eyes And gaping mouth, that testified surprise. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 107. Love taught him shame; and shame, with love at strife, Soon taught the sweet civilities of life. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 133. She hugg'd the offender, and forgave the offence: Sex to the last.[273:1] Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 367. And raw in fields the rude militia swarms, Mouths without hands; maintain'd at vast expense, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence; Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever but in times of need at hand. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 400. Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk,—the business of the day. Cymon and Iphigenia. Line 407. Happy who in his verse can gently steer From grave to light, from pleasant to severe.[273:2] The Art of Poetry. Canto i. Line 75. Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own; He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have liv'd to-day.[273:3] Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 65. [274] Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 71. I can enjoy her while she 's kind; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes the wings and will not stay, I puff the prostitute away. Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 81. And virtue, though in rags, will keep me warm. Imitation of Horace. Book iii. Ode 29, Line 87. Arms and the man I sing, who, forced by fate And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate. Virgil, Æneid, Line 1. And new-laid eggs, which Baucis' busy care Turn'd by a gentle fire and roasted rare.[274:1] Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book viii. Baucis and Philemon, Line 97. Ill habits gather by unseen degrees,— As brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas. Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book xv. The Worship of Æsculapius, Line 155. She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.[274:2] Persius. Satire v. Line 246. Look round the habitable world: how few Know their own good, or knowing it, pursue. Juvenal. Satire x. Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.[274:3] Mariage À la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. Thespis, the first professor of our art, At country wakes sung ballads from a cart. Prologue to Lee's Sophonisba. [275] Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below. All for Love. Prologue. Men are but children of a larger growth. All for Love. Act iv. Sc. 1. Your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.[275:1] The Maiden Queen. Act i. Sc. 2. Burn daylight. The Maiden Queen. Act ii. Sc. 1. I am resolved to grow fat, and look young till forty.[275:2] The Maiden Queen. Act iii. Sc. 1. But Shakespeare's magic could not copied be; Within that circle none durst walk but he. The Tempest. Prologue. I am as free as Nature first made man, Ere the base laws of servitude began, When wild in woods the noble savage ran. The Conquest of Granada. Part i. Act i. Sc. 1. Forgiveness to the injured does belong; But they ne'er pardon who have done the wrong.[275:3] The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act i. Sc. 2. What precious drops are those Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew? The Conquest of Granada. Part ii. Act iii. Sc. 1. Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead. The Conquest of Granada. Epilogue. [276] Death in itself is nothing; but we fear To be we know not what, we know not where. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. When I consider life, 't is all a cheat. Yet fool'd with hope, men favour the deceit; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay. To-morrow 's falser than the former day; Lies worse, and while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest. Strange cozenage! none would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain;[276:1] And from the dregs of life think to receive What the first sprightly running could not give. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. 'T is not for nothing that we life pursue; It pays our hopes with something still that 's new. Aurengzebe. Act iv. Sc. 1. All delays are dangerous in war. Tyrannic Love. Act i. Sc. 1. Pains of love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Tyrannic Love. Act iv. Sc. 1. Whatever is, is in its causes just.[276:2] Œdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. His hair just grizzled, As in a green old age.[276:3] Œdipus. Act iii. Sc. 1. Of no distemper, of no blast he died, But fell like autumn fruit that mellow'd long,— Even wonder'd at, because he dropp'd no sooner. Fate seem'd to wind him up for fourscore years, Yet freshly ran he on ten winters more; Till like a clock worn out with eating time, The wheels of weary life at last stood still. Œdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1. She, though in full-blown flower of glorious beauty, Grows cold even in the summer of her age. Œdipus. Act iv. Sc. 1. [277] There is a pleasure sure In being mad which none but madmen know.[277:1] The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Lord of humankind.[277:2] The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Bless the hand that gave the blow.[277:3] The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Second thoughts, they say, are best.[277:4] The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2. He 's a sure card. The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 2. As sure as a gun.[277:5] The Spanish Friar. Act iii. Sc. 2. Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest. The Spanish Friar. Act v. Sc. 2. This is the porcelain clay of humankind.[277:6] Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. I have a soul that like an ample shield Can take in all, and verge enough for more.[277:7] Don Sebastian. Act i. Sc. 1. A knock-down argument: 't is but a word and a blow. Amphitryon. Act i. Sc. 1. Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.[277:8] Amphitryon. Act iii. Sc. 1. The true Amphitryon.[277:9] Amphitryon. Act iv. Sc. 1. The spectacles of books. Essay on Dramatic Poetry. Footnotes [267:1] Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.—Pope: epistle i. book ii. line 26. [267:3] No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.—Aristotle: Problem, sect. 30. Nullum magnum ingenium sine mixtura dementiÆ (There is no great genius without a tincture of madness).—Seneca: De Tranquillitate Animi, 15. What thin partitions sense from thought divide!—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 226. [267:4] Greatnesse on Goodnesse loves to slide, not stand, And leaves, for Fortune's ice, Vertue's ferme land. Knolles: History (under a portrait of Mustapha I.) [268:1] Your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.—Joel ii. 28. [268:2] Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 661. [268:3] They always talk who never think.—Prior: Upon a Passage in the Scaligerana. [268:4] Grammaticus, rhetor, geometres, pictor, aliptes, Augur, schoenobates, medicus, magus, omnia novit (Grammarian, orator, geometrician; painter, gymnastic teacher, physician; fortune-teller, rope-dancer, conjurer,—he knew everything).—Juvenal: Satire iii. line 76. [268:5] A Christian is God Almighty's gentleman.—Julius Hare: Guesses at Truth. A Christian is the highest style of man.—Young: Night Thoughts, night iv. line 788. [269:1] Furor fit lÆsa sÆpius patientia (An over-taxed patience gives way to fierce anger).—Publius Syrus: Maxim 289. [269:3] Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen. Pope: Essay on Man, epistle ii. line 217. [269:4] Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat (Whom God wishes to destroy he first deprives of reason). The author of this saying is unknown. Barnes erroneously ascribes it to Euripides. [269:5] And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.—Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 180. [270:1] Of manners gentle, of affections mild, In wit a man, simplicity a child. Pope: Epitaph on Gay. [270:2] Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkl'd, was exhal'd, and went to heaven. Young: Night Thoughts, night v. line 600. [271:1] GrÆcia MÆonidam, jactet sibi Roma Maronem, Anglia Miltonum jactat utrique parem (Greece boasts her Homer, Rome can Virgil claim; England can either match in Milton's fame). Selvaggi: Ad Joannem Miltonum. [272:2] This proverb Dryden repeats in Amphitryon, act i. sc. 2. See Shakespeare, page 106. [273:1] And love the offender, yet detest the offence.—Pope: Eloisa to Abelard, line 192. [273:2] Heureux qui, dans ses vers, sait d'une voix lÉgÈre, Passer du grave au doux, du plaisant au sÉvÈre. Boileau: L' Art PoÉtique, chant 1er. Formed by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe. Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 379. [273:3] Serenely full, the epicure would say, Fate cannot harm me; I have dined to-day. Sydney Smith: Recipe for Salad. [274:1] Our scanty mutton scrags on Fridays, and rather more savoury, but grudging, portions of the same flesh, rotten-roasted or rare, on the Tuesdays.—Charles Lamb: Christ's Hospital five-and-thirty Years Ago. [275:2] Fat, fair, and forty.—Scott: St. Ronan's Well, chap. vii. Mrs. Trench, in a letter, Feb. 18, 1816, writes: "Lord —— is going to marry Lady ——, a fat, fair, and fifty card-playing resident of the Crescent." [275:3] Quos lÆserunt et oderunt (Whom they have injured they also hate).—Seneca: De Ira, lib. ii. cap. 33. Proprium humani ingenii est odisse quem lÆseris (It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured).—Tacitus: Agricola, 42. 4. Chi fa ingiuria non perdona mai (He never pardons those he injures).—Italian Proverb. [276:1] There are not eight finer lines in Lucretius.—Macaulay: History of England, chap. xviii. [276:2] Whatever is, is right.—Pope: Essay on Man, epistle i. line 289. [276:3] A green old age unconscious of decay.—Pope: The Iliad, book xxiii. line 929. [277:1] There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know. Cowper: The Timepiece, line 285. [277:2] Lords of humankind.—Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 327. [277:3] Adore the hand that gives the blow.—Pomfret: Verses to his Friend. [277:4] Among mortals second thoughts are the wisest.—Euripides: Hippolytus, 438. [277:6] The precious porcelain of human clay.—Byron: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 11. [277:7] Give ample room and verge enough.—Gray: The Bard, ii. 1. [277:8] Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.—Blair: The Grave, line 58. [277:9] Le vÉritable Amphitryon Est l'Amphitryon oÙ l'on dÎne (The true Amphitryon is the Amphitryon where we dine). MoliÈre: Amphitryon, act iii. sc. 5.
[278] EARL OF ROSCOMMON. 1633-1684. Remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend. Essay on Translated Verse. Line 87. And choose an author as you choose a friend. Essay on Translated Verse. Line 96. Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense. Essay on Translated Verse. Line 113. The multitude is always in the wrong. Essay on Translated Verse. Line 184. My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me at my end. Translation of Dies IrÆ.
THOMAS KEN. 1637-1711. Praise God, from whom all blessings flow! Praise Him, all creatures here below! Praise Him above, ye heavenly host! Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! Morning and Evening Hymn.
SIR JOHN POWELL. —— -1713. Let us consider the reason of the case. For nothing is law that is not reason.[278:1] Coggs vs. Bernard, 2 Lord Raymond, 911.
ISAAC NEWTON. 1642-1727. I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.[278:2] Brewster's Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii.
[279] EARL OF ROCHESTER. 1647-1680. Angels listen when she speaks: She 's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder. Song. Here lies our sovereign lord the king, Whose word no man relies on; He never says a foolish thing, Nor ever does a wise one. Written on the Bedchamber Door of Charles II. And ever since the Conquest have been fools. Artemisia in the Town to Chloe in the Country. For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse.[279:1] An allusion to Horace, Satire x. Book i. A merry monarch, scandalous and poor. On the King. It is a very good world to live in, To lend, or to spend, or to give in; But to beg or to borrow, or to get a man's own, It is the very worst world that ever was known.[279:2] Footnotes [279:1] Thou best-humour'd man with the worst-humour'd muse!—Goldsmith: Retaliation. Postscript. [279:2] These last four lines are attributed to Rochester.
SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE. 1649-1720. Of all those arts in which the wise excel, Nature's chief masterpiece is writing well. Essay on Poetry. There 's no such thing in Nature; and you 'll draw A faultless monster which the world ne'er saw.[279:3] Essay on Poetry. [280] Read Homer once, and you can read no more; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose; but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need. Essay on Poetry.
THOMAS OTWAY. 1651-1685. O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There 's in you all that we believe of heaven,— Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and everlasting love. Venice Preserved. Act i. Sc. 1. Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o'er thee.[280:1] Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 1. And die with decency. Venice Preserved. Act v. Sc. 3. What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was 't betrayed the Capitol?—A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years' war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman! Destructive, damnable, deceitful woman![280:2] The Orphan. Act iii. Sc. 1. Let us embrace, and from this very moment, vow an eternal misery together.[280:3] The Orphan. Act iv. Sc. 2. Footnotes [280:1] See Shakespeare, page 112. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. Gray: The Bard, part i. stanza 3. [280:2] O woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend. Pope: Homer's Odyssey, book xi. line 531. [280:3] Let us swear an eternal friendship.—Frere: The Rovers, act i. sc. 1.
[281] ANDREW FLETCHER OF SALTOUN. 1653-1716. I knew a very wise man that believed that if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation. Letter to the Marquis of Montrose, the Earl of Rothes, etc.
NATHANIEL LEE. 1655-1692. Then he will talk—good gods! how he will talk![281:1] Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. Vows with so much passion, swears with so much grace, That 't is a kind of heaven to be deluded by him. Alexander the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war. Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2. 'T is beauty calls, and glory shows the way.[281:2] Alexander the Great. Act iv. Sc. 2. Man, false man, smiling, destructive man! Theodosius. Act iii. Sc. 2. Footnotes [281:2] "Leads the way" in the stage editions, which contain various interpolations, among them— See the conquering hero comes! Sound the trumpet, beat the drums!— which was first used by Handel in "Joshua," and afterwards transferred to "Judas MaccabÆus." The text of both oratorios was written by Dr. Thomas Morell, a clergyman.
JOHN NORRIS. 1657-1711. How fading are the joys we dote upon! Like apparitions seen and gone. But those which soonest take their flight Are the most exquisite and strong,— Like angels' visits, short and bright;[281:3] Mortality 's too weak to bear them long. The Parting. Footnotes [281:3] Like those of angels, short and far between.—Blair: The Grave, line 588. Like angel visits, few and far between.—Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 378.
[282] JOHN DENNIS. 1657-1734. A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket. The Gentleman's Magazine. Vol. li. Page 324. They will not let my play run; and yet they steal my thunder.[282:1] Footnotes [282:1] Our author, for the advantage of this play ("Appius and Virginia"), had invented a new species of thunder, which was approved of by the actors, and is the very sort that at present is used in the theatre. The tragedy however was coldly received, notwithstanding such assistance, and was acted but a short time. Some nights after, Mr. Dennis, being in the pit at the representation of "Macbeth," heard his own thunder made use of; upon which he rose in a violent passion, and exclaimed, with an oath, that it was his thunder. "See," said he, "how the rascals use me! They will not let my play run, and yet they steal my thunder!"—Biographia Britannica, vol. v. p. 103.
THOMAS SOUTHERNE. 1660-1746. Pity 's akin to love.[282:2] Oroonoka. Act ii. Sc. 1. Of the king's creation you may be; but he who makes a count ne'er made a man.[282:3] Sir Anthony Love. Act ii. Sc. 1. Footnotes [282:3] I weigh the man, not his title; 't is not the king's stamp can make the metal better.—Wycherley: The Plaindealer, act i. sc. 1. A prince can make a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man 's aboon his might: Guid faith, he maunna fa' that. Burns: For a' that and a' that.
MATHEW HENRY.[282:4] 1662-1714. The better day, the worse deed.[282:5] Commentaries. Genesis iii. Many a dangerous temptation comes to us in fine gay colours that are but skin-deep.[282:6] Commentaries. Genesis iii. [283] So great was the extremity of his pain and anguish that he did not only sigh but roar.[283:1] Commentaries. Job iii. To their own second thoughts.[283:2] Commentaries. Job vi. He rolls it under his tongue as a sweet morsel. Commentaries. Psalm xxxvi. Our creature comforts. Commentaries. Psalm xxxvii. None so deaf as those that will not hear.[283:3] Commentaries. Psalm lviii. They that die by famine die by inches. Commentaries. Psalm lix. To fish in troubled waters. Commentaries. Psalm lx. Here is bread, which strengthens man's heart, and therefore called the staff of life.[283:4] Commentaries. Psalm civ. Hearkners, we say, seldom hear good of themselves. Commentaries. Ecclesiastes vii. It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the Gospel is good fare." Commentaries. Isaiah xxx. Blushing is the colour of virtue.[283:5] Commentaries. Jeremiah iii. It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.[283:6] Commentaries. Jeremiah vii. None so blind as those that will not see.[283:7] Commentaries. Jeremiah xx. Not lost, but gone before.[283:8] Commentaries. Matthew ii. [284] Those that are above business. Commentaries. Matthew xx. Better late than never.[284:1] Commentaries. Matthew xxi. Saying and doing are two things. Commentaries. Matthew xxi. Judas had given them the slip. Commentaries. Matthew xxii. After a storm comes a calm. Commentaries. Acts ix. Men of polite learning and a liberal education. Commentaries. Acts x. It is good news, worthy of all acceptation; and yet not too good to be true. Commentaries. Timothy i. It is not fit the public trusts should be lodged in the hands of any, till they are first proved and found fit for the business they are to be entrusted with.[284:2] Commentaries. Timothy iii. Footnotes [282:4] Mathew Henry says of his father, Rev. Philip Henry (1631-1691): "He would say sometimes, when he was in the midst of the comforts of this life, 'All this, and heaven too!'"—Life of Rev. Philip Henry, p. 70. (London, 1830.) [283:1] Nature says best; and she says, Roar!—Edgeworth: Ormond, chap. v. (King Corny in a paroxysm of gout.) [283:2] I consider biennial elections as a security that the sober second thought of the people shall be law.—Fisher Ames: On Biennial Elections, 1788. [283:4] Bread is the staff of life.—Swift: Tale of a Tub. Corne, which is the staffe of life.—Winslow: Good Newes from New England, p. 47. (London, 1624.) The stay and the staff, the whole staff of bread.—Isaiah iii. 1. [283:5] Diogenes once saw a youth blushing, and said: "Courage, my boy! that is the complexion of virtue."—Diogenes Laertius: Diogenes, vi. [283:7] There is none so blind as they that won't see.—Swift: Polite Conversation, dialogue iii. [283:8] Literally from Seneca, Epistola lxiii. 16. Not dead, but gone before.—Rogers: Human Life.
RICHARD BENTLEY. 1662-1742. It is a maxim with me that no man was ever written out of reputation but by himself. Monk's Life of Bentley. Page 90. "Whatever is, is not," is the maxim of the anarchist, as often as anything comes across him in the shape of a law which he happens not to like.[284:3] Declaration of Rights. The fortuitous or casual concourse of atoms.[284:4] Sermons, vii. Works, Vol. iii. p. 147 (1692). Footnotes [284:4] That fortuitous concourse of atoms.—Review of Sir Robert Peel's Address. Quarterly Review, vol. liii. p. 270 (1835). In this article a party was described as a fortuitous concourse of atoms,—a phrase supposed to have been used for the first time many years afterwards by Lord John Russell.—Croker Papers, vol. ii. p. 54.
[285] HENRY CAREY. 1663-1743. God save our gracious king! Long live our noble king! God save the king! God save the King. Aldeborontiphoscophornio! Where left you Chrononhotonthologos? Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1. His cogitative faculties immersed In cogibundity of cogitation. Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1. Let the singing singers With vocal voices, most vociferous, In sweet vociferation out-vociferize Even sound itself. Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 1. To thee, and gentle Rigdom Funnidos, Our gratulations flow in streams unbounded. Chrononhotonthologos. Act i. Sc. 3. Go call a coach, and let a coach be called; And let the man who calleth be the caller; And in his calling let him nothing call But "Coach! Coach! Coach! Oh for a coach, ye gods!" Chrononhotonthologos. Act ii. Sc. 4. Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipage; Noble by heritage, Generous and free. The Contrivances. Act i. Sc. 2. What a monstrous tail our cat has got! The Dragon of Wantley. Act ii. Sc. 1. Of all the girls that are so smart, There 's none like pretty Sally.[285:1] Sally in our Alley. Of all the days that 's in the week I dearly love but one day, And that 's the day that comes betwixt A Saturday and Monday. Sally in our Alley. Footnotes [285:1] Of all the girls that e'er was seen, There 's none so fine as Nelly. Swift: Ballad on Miss Nelly Bennet.
[286] DANIEL DEFOE. 1663-1731. Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there;[286:1] And 't will be found, upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation. The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1. Great families of yesterday we show, And lords, whose parents were the Lord knows who. The True-Born Englishman. Part i. Line 1.
TOM BROWN. 1663-1704. I do not love thee, Doctor Fell, The reason why I cannot tell; But this alone I know full well, I do not love thee, Doctor Fell.[286:2] Laconics. To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.[286:3] Laconics. In the reign of Charles II. a certain worthy divine at Whitehall thus addressed himself to the auditory at the conclusion of his sermon: "In short, if you don't live up to the precepts of the Gospel, but abandon yourselves to [287]your irregular appetites, you must expect to receive your reward in a certain place which 't is not good manners to mention here."[287:1] Laconics. Footnotes [286:2] A slightly different version is found in Brown's Works collected and published after his death:— Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare; Hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te (I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; this only I can say, I do not love thee).—Martial: Epigram i. 33. Je ne vous aime pas, Hylas; Je n'en saurois dire la cause, Je sais seulement une chose; C'est que je ne vous aime pas. Bussy: Comte de Rabutin. (1618-1693.) [286:3] Like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.—Sorbienne (1610-1670). Goldsmith: The Haunch of Venison. [287:1] Who never mentions hell to ears polite.—Pope: Moral Essays, epistle iv. line 149.
MATTHEW PRIOR. 1664-1721. All jargon of the schools.[287:2] I am that I am. An Ode. Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim At objects in an airy height; The little pleasure of the game Is from afar to view the flight.[287:3] To the Hon. Charles Montague. From ignorance our comfort flows. The only wretched are the wise.[287:4] To the Hon. Charles Montague. Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song? A Better Answer. Be to her virtues very kind; Be to her faults a little blind. An English Padlock. That if weak women went astray, Their stars were more in fault than they. Hans Carvel. The end must justify the means. Hans Carvel. And thought the nation ne'er would thrive Till all the whores were burnt alive. Paulo Purganti. They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think.[287:5] Upon a passage in the Scaligerana. That air and harmony of shape express, Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.[287:6] Henry and Emma. [288] Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart, And often took leave, but was loth to depart.[288:1] The Thief and the Cordelier. Nobles and heralds, by your leave, Here lies what once was Matthew Prior; The son of Adam and of Eve: Can Bourbon or Nassau claim higher?[288:2] Epitaph. Extempore. Soft peace she brings; wherever she arrives She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish Nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven. Charity. His noble negligences teach What others' toils despair to reach. Alma. Canto ii. Line 7. Till their own dreams at length deceive 'em, And oft repeating, they believe 'em. Alma. Canto iii. Line 13. Abra was ready ere I called her name; And though I called another, Abra came. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book ii. Line 364. For hope is but the dream of those that wake.[288:3] Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 102. [289] Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born. Solomon on the Vanity of the World. Book iii. Line 240. A Rechabite poor Will must live, And drink of Adam's ale.[289:1] The Wandering Pilgrim. Footnotes [287:2] Noisy jargon of the schools.—Pomfret: Reason. The sounding jargon of the schools.—Cowper: Truth, line 367. [287:3] But all the pleasure of the game Is afar off to view the flight. Variations in a copy dated 1692. [287:6] Fine by defect, and delicately weak.—Pope: Moral Essays, epistle ii. line 43. [288:1] As men that be lothe to departe do often take their leff. [John Clerk to Wolsey.]—Ellis: Letters, third series, vol. i. p. 262. "A loth to depart" was the common term for a song, or a tune played, on taking leave of friends. Tarlton: News out of Purgatory (about 1689). Chapman: Widow's Tears. Middleton: The Old Law, act iv. sc. 1. Beaumont and Fletcher: Wit at Several Weapons, act ii. sc. 2. [288:2] The following epitaph was written long before the time of Prior:— Johnnie Carnegie lais heer, Descendit of Adam and Eve. Gif ony con gang hieher, Ise willing give him leve. [288:3] This thought is ascribed to Aristotle by Diogenes Laertius (Aristotle, v. xi.), who, when asked what hope is, answered, "The dream of a waking man." Menage, in his "Observations upon Laertius," says that StobÆus (Serm. cix.) ascribes it to Pindar, while Ælian (Var. Hist. xiii. 29) refers it to Plato. Et spes inanes, et velut somnia quÆdam, vigilantium (Vain hopes are like certain dreams of those who wake).—Quintilian: vi. 2, 27. [289:1] A cup of cold Adam from the next purling stream.—Tom Brown: Works, vol. iv. p. 11.
JOHN POMFRET. 1667-1703. We bear it calmly, though a ponderous woe, And still adore the hand that gives the blow.[289:2] Verses to his Friend under Affliction. Heaven is not always angry when he strikes, But most chastises those whom most he likes. Verses to his Friend under Affliction.
JONATHAN SWIFT. 1667-1745. I 've often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year; A handsome house to lodge a friend; A river at my garden's end; A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land set out to plant a wood. Imitation of Horace, Book ii. Sat. 6. So geographers, in Afric maps, With savage pictures fill their gaps, And o'er unhabitable downs Place elephants for want of towns.[289:3] Poetry, a Rhapsody. [290] Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension. Poetry, a Rhapsody. Hobbes clearly proves that every creature Lives in a state of war by nature. Poetry, a Rhapsody. So, naturalists observe, a flea Has smaller fleas that on him prey; And these have smaller still to bite 'em; And so proceed ad infinitum.[290:1] Poetry, a Rhapsody. Libertas et natale solum: Fine words! I wonder where you stole 'em. Verses occasioned by Whitshed's Motto on his Coach. A college joke to cure the dumps. Cassinus and Peter. 'T is an old maxim in the schools, That flattery 's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit. Cadenus and Vanessa. Hail fellow, well met.[290:2] My Lady's Lamentation. Big-endians and small-endians.[290:3] Gulliver's Travels. Part i. Chap. iv. Voyage to Lilliput. And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together. Gulliver's Travels. Part ii. Chap. vii. Voyage to Brobdingnag. [291] He had been eight years upon a project for extracting sunbeams out of cucumbers, which were to be put in phials hermetically sealed, and let out to warm the air in raw inclement summers. Gulliver's Travels. Part iii. Chap. v. Voyage to Laputa. It is a maxim, that those to whom everybody allows the second place have an undoubted title to the first. Tale of a Tub. Dedication. Seamen have a custom, when they meet a whale, to fling him out an empty tub by way of amusement, to divert him from laying violent hands upon the ship.[291:1] Tale of a Tub. Preface. Bread is the staff of life.[291:2] Tale of a Tub. Preface. Books, the children of the brain. Tale of a Tub. Sect. i. As boys do sparrows, with flinging salt upon their tails.[291:3] Tale of a Tub. Sect. vii. He made it a part of his religion never to say grace to his meat. Tale of a Tub. Sect. xi. How we apples swim![291:4] Brother Protestants. The two noblest things, which are sweetness and light. Battle of the Books. The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages. Thoughts on Various Subjects. Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent. Thoughts on Various Subjects. A nice man is a man of nasty ideas. Thoughts on Various Subjects. [292] If Heaven had looked upon riches to be a valuable thing, it would not have given them to such a scoundrel. Letter to Miss Vanbromrigh, Aug. 12, 1720. Not die here in a rage, like a poisoned rat in a hole. Letter to Bolingbroke, March 21, 1729. A penny for your thoughts.[292:1] Introduction to Polite Conversation. Do you think I was born in a wood to be afraid of an owl? Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. The sight of you is good for sore eyes. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. 'T is as cheap sitting as standing. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. I hate nobody: I am in charity with the world. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. I won't quarrel with my bread and butter. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. She 's no chicken; she 's on the wrong side of thirty, if she be a day. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. She looks as if butter wou'dn't melt in her mouth.[292:2] Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. If it had been a bear it would have bit you. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. She wears her clothes as if they were thrown on with a pitchfork. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. I mean you lie—under a mistake.[292:3] Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. Lord M. What religion is he of? Lord Sp. Why, he is an Anythingarian. Polite Conversation. Dialogue i. He was a bold man that first eat an oyster. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. That is as well said as if I had said it myself. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. You must take the will for the deed.[292:4] Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. [293] Fingers were made before forks, and hands before knives. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. She has more goodness in her little finger than he has in his whole body. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. Lord! I wonder what fool it was that first invented kissing. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. They say a carpenter 's known by his chips. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.[293:1] Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. I 'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me "spade." Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. May you live all the days of your life. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. I have fed like a farmer: I shall grow as fat as a porpoise. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. I always like to begin a journey on Sundays, because I shall have the prayers of the Church to preserve all that travel by land or by water. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. I know Sir John will go, though he was sure it would rain cats and dogs. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. I thought you and he were hand-in-glove. Polite Conversation. Dialogue ii. 'T is happy for him that his father was before him. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. There is none so blind as they that won't see.[293:2] Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. She watches him as a cat would watch a mouse. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. She pays him in his own coin. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. There was all the world and his wife. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. [294] Sharp 's the word with her. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. There 's two words to that bargain. Polite Conversation. Dialogue iii. I shall be like that tree,—I shall die at the top. Scott's Life of Swift.[294:1] Footnotes [289:3] As geographers, Sosius, crowd into the edges of their maps parts of the world which they do not know about, adding notes in the margin to the effect that beyond this lies nothing but sandy deserts full of wild beasts and unapproachable bogs.—Plutarch: Theseus. [290:1] Great fleas have little fleas upon their backs to bite 'em, And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum. And the great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on; While these again have greater still, and greater still, and so on. De Morgan: A Budget of Paradoxes, p. 377. [290:2] Rowland: Knave of Hearts (1612). Ray: Proverbs. Tom Brown: Amusement, viii. [290:3] As the political parties of Whig and Tory are pointed out by the high and low heels of the Lilliputians (Framecksan and Hamecksan), those of Papist and Protestant are designated under the Big-endians and Small-endians. [291:1] In Sebastian Munster's "Cosmography" there is a cut of a ship to which a whale was coming too close for her safety, and of the sailors throwing a tub to the whale, evidently to play with. This practice is also mentioned in an old prose translation of the "Ship of Fools."—Sir James Mackintosh: Appendix to the Life of Sir Thomas More. [291:3] Till they be bobbed on the tails after the manner of sparrows.—Rabelais: book ii. chap. xiv. [291:4] Ray: Proverbs. Mallet: Tyburn. [292:3] You lie—under a mistake.—Shelley: Magico Prodigioso, scene 1 (a translation of Calderon). [292:4] The will for deed I doe accept.—Du Bartas: Divine Weeks and Works, third day, week ii. part 2. The will for the deed.—Cibber: The Rival Fools, act iii. [293:1] Use three physicians Still: first, Dr. Quiet; Next, Dr. Merryman, And Dr. Dyet. Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum (edition 1607). [294:1] When the poem of "Cadenus and Vanessa" was the general topic of conversation, some one said, "Surely that Vanessa must be an extraordinary woman that could inspire the Dean to write so finely upon her." Mrs. Johnson smiled, and answered that "she thought that point not quite so clear; for it was well known the Dean could write finely upon a broomstick."—Johnson: Life of Swift.
WILLIAM CONGREVE. 1670-1729. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. By magic numbers and persuasive sound. The Mourning Bride. Act i. Sc. 1. Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.[294:2] The Mourning Bride. Act iii. Sc. 8. For blessings ever wait on virtuous deeds, And though a late, a sure reward succeeds. The Mourning Bride. Act v. Sc. 12. If there 's delight in love, 't is when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me. The Way of the World. Act iii. Sc. 12. Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude. Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 5. I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.[294:3] Love for Love. Act ii. Sc. 7. [295] Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days. The Old Bachelor. Act ii. Sc. 2. Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure; Married in haste, we may repent at leisure.[295:1] The Old Bachelor. Act v. Sc. 1. Defer not till to-morrow to be wise, To-morrow's sun to thee may never rise.[295:2] Letter to Cobham. Footnotes [294:2] We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman.—Cibber: Love's Last Shift, act iv. [294:3] Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.—Foote: The Author, act 2. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.—Byron: A Sketch. [295:2] Be wise to-day, 't is madness to defer.—Young: Night Thoughts, night i. line 390.
SAMUEL GARTH.[295:3] 1670-1719. To die is landing on some silent shore Where billows never break, nor tempests roar; Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 't is o'er. The Dispensary. Canto iii. Line 225. I see the right, and I approve it too, Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.[295:4] Ovid, Metamorphoses, vii. 20 (translated by Tate and Stonestreet, edited by Garth). For all their luxury was doing good.[295:5] Claremont. Line 149. Footnotes [295:3] Thou hast no faults, or I no faults can spy; Thou art all beauty, or all blindness I. Christopher Codrington: Lines addressed to Garth on his Dispensary. [295:4] I know and love the good, yet, ah! the worst pursue.—Petrarch: Sonnet ccxxv. canzone xxi. To Laura in Life. See Shakespeare, page 60. [295:5] And learn the luxury of doing good.—Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 22. Crabbe: Tales of the Hall, book iii. Graves: The Epicure.
COLLEY CIBBER. 1671-1757. So mourn'd the dame of Ephesus her love, And thus the soldier arm'd with resolution Told his soft tale, and was a thriving wooer. Richard III. (altered). Act ii. Sc. 1. Now, by St. Paul, the work goes bravely on. Richard III. (altered). Act iii. Sc. 1. [296] The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian dome Outlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.[296:1] Richard III. (altered). Act iii. Sc. 1. I 've lately had two spiders Crawling upon my startled hopes. Now though thy friendly hand has brush'd 'em from me, Yet still they crawl offensive to my eyes: I would have some kind friend to tread upon 'em. Richard III. (altered). Act iv. Sc. 3. Off with his head! so much for Buckingham! Richard III. (altered). Act iv. Sc. 3. And the ripe harvest of the new-mown hay Gives it a sweet and wholesome odour. Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3. With clink of hammers closing rivets up.[296:2] Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3. Perish that thought! No, never be it said That Fate itself could awe the soul of Richard. Hence, babbling dreams! you threaten here in vain! Conscience, avaunt! Richard 's himself again! Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds to horse! away! My soul 's in arms, and eager for the fray. Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3. A weak invention of the enemy.[296:3] Richard III. (altered). Act v. Sc. 3. As good be out of the world as out of the fashion. Love's Last Shift. Act ii. We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.[296:4] Love's Last Shift. Act iv. Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they 're ended. Prologue to the Double Gallant. Possession is eleven points in the law. Woman's Wit. Act i. Words are but empty thanks. Woman's Wit. Act v. This business will never hold water. She Wou'd and She Wou'd Not. Act iv. [297] Losers must have leave to speak. The Rival Fools. Act i. Stolen sweets are best. The Rival Fools. Act i. The will for the deed.[297:1] The Rival Fools. Act iii. Within one of her. The Rival Fools. Act v. I don't see it. The Careless Husband. Act ii. Sc. 2. Persuasion tips his tongue whene'er he talks, And he has chambers in King's Bench walks.[297:2] Footnotes [297:2] A parody on Pope's lines:— Graced as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honoured at the House of Lords.
SIR RICHARD STEELE. 1671-1729. Though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour; to love her was a liberal education.[297:3] Tatler. No. 49. Will. Honeycomb calls these over-offended ladies the outrageously virtuous. Spectator. No. 266.
JOSEPH ADDISON. 1672-1719. The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome. Cato. Act i. Sc. 1. Thy steady temper, Portius, Can look on guilt, rebellion, fraud, and CÆsar, In the calm lights of mild philosophy. Cato. Act i. Sc. 1. 'T is not in mortals to command success, But we 'll do more, Sempronius,—we 'll deserve it. Cato. Act i. Sc. 2. Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury. Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. [298] 'T 's pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul; I think the Romans call it stoicism. Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north. Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense. The virtuous Marcia towers above her sex. Cato. Act i. Sc. 4. My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death? Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. Great Pompey's shade complains that we are slow, And Scipio's ghost walks unaveng'd amongst us! Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Cato. Act ii. Sc. 1. The woman that deliberates is lost. Cato. Act iv. Sc. 1. Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country. Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. What a pity is it That we can die but once to save our country! Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.[298:1] Cato. Act iv. Sc. 4. It must be so,—Plato, thou reasonest well! Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence this secret dread and inward horror Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'T is the divinity that stirs within us; 'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, [299]And intimates eternity to man. Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Cato. Act v. Sc. 1. I 'm weary of conjectures,—this must end 'em. Thus am I doubly armed: my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me: This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,[299:1] Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds. Cato. Act v. Sc. 1. Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man. Cato. Act v. Sc. 4. From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow. Cato. Act v. Sc. 4. For wheresoe'er I turn my ravish'd eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise, Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.[299:2] A Letter from Italy. Unbounded courage and compassion join'd, Tempering each other in the victor's mind, Alternately proclaim him good and great, And make the hero and the man complete. The Campaign. Line 219. And, pleased the Almighty's orders to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[299:3] The Campaign. Line 291. [300] And those that paint them truest praise them most.[300:1] The Campaign. Last line. The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. Ode. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. Ode. For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine. Ode. Should the whole frame of Nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world. Horace. Ode iii. Book iii. In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou 'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and spleen about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.[300:2] Spectator. No. 68. Much may be said on both sides.[300:3] Spectator. No. 122. The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye. Spectator. No. 444. Round-heads and wooden-shoes are standing jokes. Prologue to The Drummer. Footnotes [298:1] Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation! Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine. Gay: Fables, Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. [299:1] Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance, and flourishing in an immortal youth.—Isaac Barrow (1630-1677): Duty of Thanksgiving, Works, vol. i. p. 66. [299:2] Malone states that this was the first time the phrase "classic ground," since so common, was ever used. [299:3] This line is frequently ascribed to Pope, as it is found in the "Dunciad," book iii. line 264. [300:1] He best can paint them who shall feel them most.—Pope: Eloisa to Abelard, last line. [300:2] A translation of Martial, xii. 47, who imitated Ovid, Amores iii. 11, 39. [300:3] Much may be said on both sides.—Fielding: The Covent Garden Tragedy, act i. sc. 8.
[301] NICHOLAS ROWE. 1673-1718. As if Misfortune made the throne her seat, And none could be unhappy but the great.[301:1] The Fair Penitent. Prologue. At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301:2] The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1. Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy when they love? The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1. Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario? The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i. Footnotes [301:1] None think the great unhappy, but the great.—Young: The Love of Fame, satire 1, line 238. [301:2] But with the morning cool reflection came.—Scott: Chronicles of the Canongate, chap. iv. Scott also quotes it in his notes to "The Monastery," chap. iii. note 11; and with "calm" substituted for "cool" in "The Antiquary," chap. v.; and with "repentance" for "reflection" in "Rob Roy," chap. xii.
ISAAC WATTS. 1674-1748. Whene'er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? Divine Songs. Song iv. A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. Divine Songs. Song xii. And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.[301:3] Divine Songs. Song xv. Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 't is their nature too. Divine Songs. Song xvi. [302] But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. Divine Songs. Song xvi. Birds in their little nests agree; And 't is a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight. Divine Songs. Song xvii. How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower! Divine Songs. Song xx. For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. Divine Songs. Song xx. In books, or work, or healthful play. Divine Songs. Song xx. I have been there, and still would go; 'T is like a little heaven below. Divine Songs. Song xxviii. Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head. A Cradle Hymn. 'T is the voice of the sluggard; I heard him complain, "You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again." The Sluggard. Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high. Psalm v. From all who dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. Psalm cxvii. Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 79. [303] And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book i. Hymn 88. Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long! Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 19. Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63. The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 63. When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 65. There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 66. So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain. Hymns and Spiritual Songs. Book ii. Hymn 146. Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul: The mind 's the standard of the man.[303:1] HorÆ LyricÆ. Book ii. False Greatness. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven. Doxology. [301:3] See Herbert, page 205. [303:1] I do not distinguish by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man.—Seneca: On a Happy Life (L'Estrange's Abstract), chap. i. It is the mind that makes the man, and our vigour is in our immortal soul.—Ovid: Metamorphoses, xiii.
[304] SIR ROBERT WALPOLE. 1676-1745. The balance of power. Speech, 1741. Flowery oratory he despised. He ascribed to the interested views of themselves or their relatives the declarations of pretended patriots, of whom he said, "All those men have their price."[304:1] Coxe: Memoirs of Walpole. Vol. iv. p. 369. Anything but history, for history must be false. Walpoliana. No. 141. The gratitude of place-expectants is a lively sense of future favours.[304:2] Footnotes [304:1] "All men have their price" is commonly ascribed to Walpole. [304:2] Hazlitt, in his "Wit and Humour," says, "This is Walpole's phrase." The gratitude of most men is but a secret desire of receiving greater benefits.—Rochefoucauld: Maxim 298.
VISCOUNT BOLINGBROKE. 1678-1751. I have read somewhere or other,—in Dionysius of Halicarnassus, I think,—that history is philosophy teaching by examples.[304:3] On the Study and Use of History. Letter 2. The dignity of history.[304:4] On the Study and Use of History. Letter v. It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.[304:5] Letter to Mr. Pope. Footnotes [304:3] Dionysius of Halicarnassus (quoting Thucydides), Ars Rhet. xi. 2, says: "The contact with manners then is education; and this Thucydides appears to assert when he says history is philosophy learned from examples." [304:4] Henry Fielding: Tom Jones, book xi. chap. ii. Horace Walpole: Advertisement to Letter to Sir Horace Mann. Macaulay: History of England, vol. i. chap. i. [304:5] Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God. Pope: Essay on Man, epistle iv. line 331.
[305] GEORGE FARQUHAR. 1678-1707. Cos. Pray now, what may be that same bed of honour? Kite. Oh, a mighty large bed! bigger by half than the great bed at Ware: ten thousand people may lie in it together, and never feel one another. The Recruiting Officer. Act i. Sc. 1. I believe they talked of me, for they laughed consumedly. The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 1. 'T was for the good of my country that I should be abroad.[305:1] The Beaux' Stratagem. Act iii. Sc. 2. Necessity, the mother of invention.[305:2] The Twin Rivals. Act i. Footnotes [305:1] Leaving his country for his country's sake.—Fitz-Geffrey: The Life and Death of Sir Francis Drake, stanza 213 (1596). True patriots all; for, be it understood, We left our country for our country's good. George Barrington: Prologue written for the opening of the Play-house at New South Wales, Jan. 16, 1796. New South Wales, p. 152. [305:2] Art imitates Nature, and necessity is the mother of invention.—Richard Franck: Northern Memoirs (written in 1658, printed in 1694). Necessity is the mother of invention.—Wycherley: Love in a Wood, act iii. sc. 3 (1672). Magister artis ingenique largitor Venter (Hunger is the teacher of the arts and the bestower of invention). Persius: Prolog. line 10.
THOMAS PARNELL. 1679-1717. Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you. When thy Beauty appears. Remote from man, with God he passed the days; Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise. The Hermit. Line 5. We call it only pretty Fanny's way. An Elegy to an Old Beauty. [306] Let those love now who never loved before; Let those who always loved, now love the more. Translation of the Pervigilium Veneris.[306:1] Footnotes [306:1] Written in the time of Julius CÆsar, and by some ascribed to Catullus: Cras amet qui numquam amavit; Quique amavit, cras amet (Let him love to-morrow who never loved before; and he as well who has loved, let him love to-morrow).
BARTON BOOTH. 1681-1733. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun.[306:2] Song.
EDWARD YOUNG. 1684-1765. Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep! Night thoughts. Night i. Line 1. Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 18. Creation sleeps! 'T is as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause,— An awful pause! prophetic of her end. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 23. The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 55. Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 67. To waft a feather or to drown a fly. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 154. Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 212. Be wise to-day; 't is madness to defer.[306:3] Night thoughts. Night i. Line 390. [307] Procrastination is the thief of time. Night Thoughts. Night i. Line 393. At thirty, man suspects himself a fool; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 417. All men think all men mortal but themselves. Night thoughts. Night i. Line 424. He mourns the dead who lives as they desire. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 24. And what its worth, ask death-beds; they can tell. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 51. Thy purpose firm is equal to the deed: Who does the best his circumstance allows Does well, acts nobly; angels could no more. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 90. "I 've lost a day!"—the prince who nobly cried, Had been an emperor without his crown.[307:1] Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 99. Ah, how unjust to Nature and himself Is thoughtless, thankless, inconsistent man! Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 112. The spirit walks of every day deceased. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 180. Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 292. Whose yesterdays look backwards with a smile. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 334. 'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 376. Thoughts shut up want air, And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 466. How blessings brighten as they take their flight! Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 602. The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 633. A death-bed 's a detector of the heart. Night thoughts. Night ii. Line 641. [308] Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.[308:1] Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 63. Beautiful as sweet, And young as beautiful, and soft as young, And gay as soft, and innocent as gay! Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 81. Lovely in death the beauteous ruin lay; And if in death still lovely, lovelier there; Far lovelier! pity swells the tide of love.[308:2] Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 104. Heaven's Sovereign saves all beings but himself That hideous sight,—a naked human heart. Night Thoughts. Night iii. Line 226. The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave, The deep damp vault, the darkness and the worm. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 10. Man makes a death which Nature never made. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 15. And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 17. Wishing, of all employments, is the worst. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 71. Man wants but little, nor that little long.[308:3] Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 118. A God all mercy is a God unjust. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 233. 'T is impious in a good man to be sad. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 676. A Christian is the highest style of man.[308:4] Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 788. Men may live fools, but fools they cannot die. Night Thoughts. Night iv. Line 843. By night an atheist half believes a God. Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 177. Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhal'd and went to heaven.[308:5] Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 600. [309] We see time's furrows on another's brow, And death intrench'd, preparing his assault; How few themselves in that just mirror see! Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 627. Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines.[309:1] Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 661. While man is growing, life is in decrease; And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb. Our birth is nothing but our death begun.[309:2] Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 717. That life is long which answers life's great end. Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 773. The man of wisdom is the man of years. Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 775. Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.[309:3] Night Thoughts. Night v. Line 1011. Pygmies are pygmies still, though percht on Alps; And pyramids are pyramids in vales. Each man makes his own stature, builds himself. Virtue alone outbuilds the Pyramids; Her monuments shall last when Egypt's fall. Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 309. And all may do what has by man been done. Night Thoughts. Night vi. Line 606. The man that blushes is not quite a brute. Night Thoughts. Night vii. Line 496. Too low they build, who build beneath the stars. Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 215. Prayer ardent opens heaven. Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 721. A man of pleasure is a man of pains. Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 793. To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain. Night Thoughts. Night viii. Line 1045. Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.[309:4] Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 167. [310] 'T is elder Scripture, writ by God's own hand,— Scripture authentic! uncorrupt by man. Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 644. An undevout astronomer is mad. Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 771. The course of Nature is the art of God.[310:1] Night Thoughts. Night ix. Line 1267. The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart. Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51. Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote. Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89. Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies. Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145. They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge. Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147. None think the great unhappy but the great.[310:2] Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238. Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair. Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83. The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone. Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165. Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310:3] Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207. [311] Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed. Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282. And waste their music on the savage race.[311:1] Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228. For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem. Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190. Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life. Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208. One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame. Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun. Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97. The man that makes a character makes foes. To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28. Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt. To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277. Accept a miracle instead of wit,— See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ. Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield. Time elaborately thrown away. The Last Day. Book i. There buds the promise of celestial worth. The Last Day. Book iii. In records that defy the tooth of time. The Statesman's Creed. Great let me call him, for he conquered me. The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1. Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue. The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2. [312] The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear. The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2. And friend received with thumps upon the back.[312:1] Universal Passion. Footnotes [307:1] Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have lost a day!'"—Suetonius: Lives of the Twelve CÆsars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.) [308:3] Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long. Goldsmith: The Hermit, stanza 8. [309:4] Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom. Burns: To a Mountain Daisy. [310:3] Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him; to promote commerce, and not betray it.—Lloyd: State Worthies (1665; edited by Whitworth), vol. i. p. 503. Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it.—Robert South: Sermon, April 30, 1676. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.—Goldsmith: The Bee, No. 3. (Oct. 20, 1759.) Ils ne se servent de la pensÉe que pour autoriser leurs injustices, et emploient les paroles que pour dÉguiser leurs pensÉes (Men use thought only to justify their wrong doings, and employ speech only to conceal their thoughts).—Voltaire: Dialogue xiv. Le Chapon et la Poularde (1766). When Harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on the chance of reclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to Talleyrand, in the "Nain Jaune," the phrase, "Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts."—Fournier: L'Esprit dans l'Histoire. [311:1] And waste their sweetness on the desert air.—Gray: Elegy, stanza 14. Churchill: Gotham, book ii. line 20. [312:1] The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back. Cowper: On Friendship.
BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753. Westward the course of empire takes its way;[312:2] The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last. On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America. Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old. Can Love be controlled by Advice?[312:3] [Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.[312:4] Siris. Par. 217. Footnotes [312:2] See Daniel, page 39. Westward the star of empire takes its way.—John Quincy Adams: Oration at Plymouth, 1802. [312:3] Aiken: Vocal Poetry (London, 1810). [312:4] Cups That cheer but not inebriate. Cowper: The Task, book iv.
JANE BRERETON. 1685-1740. The picture placed the busts between Adds to the thought much strength; Wisdom and Wit are little seen, But Folly 's at full length. On Beau Nash's Picture at full length between the Busts of Sir Isaac Newton and Mr. Pope.[312:5] Footnotes [312:5] Dyce: Specimens of British Poetesses. (This epigram is generally ascribed to Chesterfield. See Campbell, "English Poets," note, p. 521.)
[313] AARON HILL. 1685-1750. First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't; If she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't. But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[313:1] Zara. Epilogue. Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains. 'T is the same with common natures: Use 'em kindly, they rebel; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well. Verses written on a window in Scotland. Footnotes [313:1] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:— Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't. The Examiner, May 31, 1829.
THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740. Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven. On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41. Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade. On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45. There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[313:2] On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 81. [314] The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid. To a Lady with a Present of Flowers. I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away. Colin and Lucy. Footnotes [313:2] He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live.—Montaigne: Essays, book i. chap. ix. I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die.—Sandys: Anglorum Speculum, p. 903. Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die. Porteus: Death, line 316. He taught them how to live and how to die.—Somerville: In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore.
SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765. Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,— Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye. Boulter's Monument. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[314:1] Boulter's Monument.
ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744. Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan.[314:2] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1. [315] Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9. Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.[315:1] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13. Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know? Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17. 'T is but a part we see, and not a whole. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60. Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77. Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83. Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.[315:2] The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95. Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99. But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111. In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. [316]Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 123. Seas roll to waft me, suns to light me rise; My footstool earth, my canopy the skies.[316:1] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 139. Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason,—man is not a fly. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 193. Die of a rose in aromatic pain. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200. The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[316:2] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217. Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide![316:3] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 225. All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 267. Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees. Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271. As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;[316:4] He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all! Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277. All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316:5] Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289. [317] Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.[317:1] Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1. Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,— The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[317:2] Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13. Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63. In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101. On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107. And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 131. The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135. Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 205. Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317:3] Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217. [318] Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222. Virtuous and vicious every man must be,— Few in the extreme, but all in the degree. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 231. Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er. Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 274. While man exclaims, "See all things for my use!" "See man for mine!" replies a pamper'd goose.[318:1] Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 45. Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale. Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177. The enormous faith of many made for one. Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 242. For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318:2] In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity. Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 303. O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1. [319] Order is Heaven's first law. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49. Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,—health, peace, and competence. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 79. The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 168. Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193. Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203. What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215. A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319:1] Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247. Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than CÆsar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254. Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261. If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind! Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[319:2] See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![319:3] Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281. Know then this truth (enough for man to know),— "Virtue alone is happiness below." Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 309. [320] Never elated when one man 's oppress'd; Never dejected while another 's bless'd. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323. Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.[320:1] Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331. Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.[320:2] Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 379. Say, shall my little bark attendant sail, Pursue the triumph and partake the gale? Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 385. Thou wert my guide, philosopher, and friend. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 390. That virtue only makes our bliss below,[320:3] And all our knowledge is ourselves to know. Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 397. To observations which ourselves we make, We grow more partial for th' observer's sake. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 11. Like following life through creatures you dissect, You lose it in the moment you detect. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 20. In vain sedate reflections we would make When half our knowledge we must snatch, not take. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 39. Not always actions show the man; we find Who does a kindness is not therefore kind. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 109. Who combats bravely is not therefore brave, He dreads a death-bed like the meanest slave: Who reasons wisely is not therefore wise,— His pride in reasoning, not in acting lies. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 115. 'T is from high life high characters are drawn; A saint in crape is twice a saint in lawn. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 135. 'T is education forms the common mind: Just as the twig is bent the tree 's inclined. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 149. [321] Manners with fortunes, humours turn with climes, Tenets with books, and principles with times.[321:1] Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 172. "Odious! in woollen! 't would a saint provoke," Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 246. And you, brave Cobham! to the latest breath Shall feel your ruling passion strong in death. Moral Essays. Epistle i. Line 262. Whether the charmer sinner it or saint it, If folly grow romantic, I must paint it. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 15. Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 19. Fine by defect, and delicately weak.[321:2] Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 43. With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 97. Atossa, cursed with every granted prayer, Childless with all her children, wants an heir; To heirs unknown descends the unguarded store, Or wanders heaven-directed to the poor. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 147. Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, Content to dwell in decencies forever. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 163. Men, some to business, some to pleasure take; But every woman is at heart a rake. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 215. See how the world its veterans rewards! A youth of frolics, an old age of cards. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 243. Oh, blest with temper whose unclouded ray Can make to-morrow cheerful as to-day! Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 257. Most women have no characters at all. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 2. She who ne'er answers till a husband cools, Or if she rules him, never shows she rules. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 261. [322] And mistress of herself though china fall. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 268. Woman 's at best a contradiction still. Moral Essays. Epistle ii. Line 270. Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me? Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 1. Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 39. P. What riches give us let us then inquire: Meat, fire, and clothes. B. What more? P. Meat, fine clothes, and fire. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 79. But thousands die without or this or that,— Die, and endow a college or a cat. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 95. The ruling passion, be it what it will, The ruling passion conquers reason still. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 153. Extremes in Nature equal good produce; Extremes in man concur to general use. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 161. Rise, honest muse! and sing The Man of Ross. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 250. Ye little stars! hide your diminish'd rays.[322:1] Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 282. Who builds a church to God and not to fame, Will never mark the marble with his name. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 285. In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half hung. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 299. Where London's column, pointing at the skies, Like a tall bully, lifts the head and lies. Moral Essays. Epistle iii. Line 339. Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And though no science, fairly worth the seven. Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 43. To rest, the cushion and soft dean invite, Who never mentions hell to ears polite.[322:2] Moral Essays. Epistle iv. Line 149. [323] Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear; Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend. Epistle to Mr. Addison. Line 67. 'T is with our judgments as our watches,—none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.[323:1] Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 9. One science only will one genius fit: So vast is art, so narrow human wit. Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 60. From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art. Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 152. Those oft are stratagems which errors seem, Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.[323:2] Essay on Criticism. Part i. Line 177. Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind; What the weak head with strongest bias rules,— Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 1. A little learning is a dangerous thing;[323:3] Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 15. Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise! Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 32. Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.[323:4] Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 53. True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109. [324] Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 126. In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133. Some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid to join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142. A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156. True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,— The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162. Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 166. Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; For fools admire, but men of sense approve. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 190. But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines! Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 220. Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 266. [325] To err is human, to forgive divine.[325:1] Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325. All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye. Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 358. And make each day a critic on the last. Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 12. Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown propos'd as things forgot. Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15. The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head. Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 53. Most authors steal their works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary. Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 59. For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[325:2] Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 66. Led by the light of the MÆonian star. Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 89. Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[325:3] Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 180. What dire offence from amorous causes springs! What mighty contests rise from trivial things! The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 1. And all Arabia breathes from yonder box. The Rape of the Lock. Canto i. Line 134. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 7. If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you 'll forget them all. The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 17. [326] Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.[326:1] The Rape of the Lock. Canto ii. Line 27. Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey, Dost sometimes counsel take—and sometimes tea. The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 7. At every word a reputation dies. The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 16. The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine. The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21. Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes. The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117. The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153. Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane. The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123. Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul. The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1. Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5. E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12. Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross? Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15. Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27. Obliged by hunger and request of friends. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44. Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it, And shame the fools." Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61. [327] No creature smarts so little as a fool. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84. Destroy his fib or sophistry—in vain! The creature 's at his dirty work again. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91. As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127. Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327:1] The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169. Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186. Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327:2] Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197. Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327:3] Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201. By flatterers besieg'd, And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327:4] And sit attentive to his own applause. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207. Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213. "On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327:5] Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218. Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283. [328] Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel? Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315. Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333. That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328:1] Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340. Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age; With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky. Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408. Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6. Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69. But touch me, and no minister so sore; Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76. Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110. There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127. For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328:2] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159. Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220. [329] Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136. To Berkeley every virtue under heaven. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73. When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38. He 's armed without that 's innocent within. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94. Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329:1] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103. Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329:2] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26. Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35. The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108. One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111. Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329:3] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147. Who says in verse what others say in prose. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202. Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267. E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot The last and greatest art,—the art to blot. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280. Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329:4] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300. There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.[329:5] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304. [330] Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330:1] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413. Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72. The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85. Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168. Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330:2] Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray. Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died. Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Odes. Book iv. Ode 9. Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, "Let Newton be!" and all was light. Epitaph intended for Sir Isaac Newton. Ye Gods! annihilate but space and time, And make two lovers happy. Martinus Scriblerus on the Art of Sinking in Poetry. Chap. xi. O thou! whatever title please thine ear, Dean, Drapier, Bickerstaff, or Gulliver! Whether thou choose Cervantes' serious air, Or laugh and shake in Rabelais' easy-chair. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 19. Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 52. [331] Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 89. While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 93. Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 127. Or where the pictures for the page atone, And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 139. How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail. The Dunciad. Book i. Line 279. And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke. The Dunciad. Book ii. Line 34. Another, yet the same.[331:1] The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 90. Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn. The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 109. All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.[331:2] The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 158. Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideous;[331:3]—answer him, ye owls! The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 165. And proud his mistress' order to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.[331:4] The Dunciad. Book iii. Line 263. A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.[331:5] The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 90. [332] How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast! The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 169. The right divine of kings to govern wrong. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 188. Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read: For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 249. To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 301. Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 311. Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 318. Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 342. E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 614. Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire Chaos is restor'd, Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all. The Dunciad. Book iv. Line 649. [333] Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 51. Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 57. And truths divine came mended from that tongue. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 66. Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 74. And love the offender, yet detest the offence.[333:1] Eloisa to Abelard. Line 192. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 207. One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.[333:2] Eloisa to Abelard. Line 273. See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul. Eloisa to Abelard. Line 323. He best can paint them who shall feel them most.[333:3] Eloisa to Abelard. Last line. Not chaos-like together crush'd and bruis'd, But as the world, harmoniously confus'd, Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree. Windsor Forest. Line 13. A mighty hunter, and his prey was man. Windsor Forest. Line 61. From old Belerium to the northern main. Windsor Forest. Line 316. Nor Fame I slight, nor for her favours call; She comes unlooked for if she comes at all. The Temple of Fame. Line 513. Unblemish'd let me live, or die unknown; O grant an honest fame, or grant me none! The Temple of Fame. Last line. [334] I am his Highness' dog at Kew; Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you? On the Collar of a Dog. There, take (says Justice), take ye each a shell: We thrive at Westminster on fools like you; 'T was a fat oyster,—live in peace,—adieu.[334:1] Verbatim from Boileau. Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 1. Thou great First Cause, least understood. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 2. And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 3. And deal damnation round the land. The Universal Prayer. Stanza 7. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.[334:2] The Universal Prayer. Stanza 10. Happy the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound. Ode on Solitude. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie. Ode on Solitude. Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame! The Dying Christian to his Soul. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away! The Dying Christian to his Soul. [335] Tell me, my soul, can this be death? The Dying Christian to his Soul. Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory? O death! where is thy sting? The Dying Christian to his Soul. What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?[335:1] To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 1. Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die? To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 9. The glorious fault of angels and of gods. To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 14. So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.[335:2] To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 45. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd! To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 51. And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show. To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 57. How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be! To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady. Line 71. Such were the notes thy once lov'd poet sung, Till death untimely stopp'd his tuneful tongue. Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford. Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide, Or gave his father grief but when he died. Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt. The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died. Epitaph on Mrs. Corbet. Of manners gentle, of affections mild; In wit a man, simplicity a child.[335:3] Epitaph on Gay. [336] A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state. While Cato gives his little senate laws, What bosom beats not in his country's cause? Prologue to Mr. Addison's Cato. The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.[336:1] The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 298. Love seldom haunts the breast where learning lies, And Venus sets ere Mercury can rise. The Wife of Bath. Her Prologue. Line 369. You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there 's nobody at home.[336:2] Epigram. For he lives twice who can at once employ The present well, and e'en the past enjoy.[336:3] Imitation of Martial. Who dared to love their country, and be poor. On his Grotto at Twickenham. Party is the madness of many for the gain of a few.[336:4] Thoughts on Various Subjects. I never knew any man in my life who could not bear another's misfortunes perfectly like a Christian. Thoughts on Various Subjects. Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing! The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 1. [337] The distant Trojans never injur'd me. The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 200. Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd. The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 332. Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,— The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god. The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 684. And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.[337:1] The Iliad of Homer. Book i. Line 771. Thick as autumnal leaves or driving sand. The Iliad of Homer. Book ii. Line 970. Chiefs who no more in bloody fights engage, But wise through time, and narrative with age, In summer-days like grasshoppers rejoice,— A bloodless race, that send a feeble voice. The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 199. She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen. The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 208. Ajax the great.... Himself a host. The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 293. Plough the watery deep. The Iliad of Homer. Book iii. Line 357. The day shall come, that great avenging day Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all. The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 196. First in the fight and every graceful deed. The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 295. The first in banquets, but the last in fight. The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 401. Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire! The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 451. With all its beauteous honours on its head. The Iliad of Homer. Book iv. Line 557. A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault. The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 16. Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,— Such men as live in these degenerate days.[337:2] The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 371. [338] Whose little body lodg'd a mighty mind. The Iliad of Homer. Book v. Line 999. He held his seat,—a friend to human race. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 18. Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,— Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;[338:1] Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 181. Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 330. If yet not lost to all the sense of shame. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 350. 'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 427. The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 467. Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 544. Andromache! my soul's far better part. The Iliad of Homer. Book vi. Line 624. He from whose lips divine persuasion flows. The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 143. Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend. The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 364. I war not with the dead. The Iliad of Homer. Book vii. Line 485. Aurora now, fair daughter of the dawn, Sprinkled with rosy light the dewy lawn. The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 1. As full-blown poppies, overcharg'd with rain, Decline the head, and drooping kiss the plain,— So sinks the youth; his beauteous head, deprest Beneath his helmet, drops upon his breast. The Iliad of Homer. Book viii. Line 371. Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.[338:2] The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 412. [339] Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold: Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day. The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 524. Short is my date, but deathless my renown. The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 535. Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind. The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 628. A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows. The Iliad of Homer. Book ix. Line 725. To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe. The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 78. Content to follow when we lead the way. The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 141. He serves me most who serves his country best.[339:1] The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 201. Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. The Iliad of Homer. Book x. Line 293. The rest were vulgar deaths, unknown to fame. The Iliad of Homer. Book xi. Line 394. Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause. The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 283. The life which others pay let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe. The Iliad of Homer. Book xii. Line 393. And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air. The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 106. The best of things beyond their measure cloy. The Iliad of Homer. Book xiii. Line 795. To hide their ignominious heads in Troy. The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 170. Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke, and eloquence of eyes. The Iliad of Homer. Book xiv. Line 251. [340] Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall. The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 157. And for our country 't is a bliss to die. The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 583. Like strength is felt from hope and from despair. The Iliad of Homer. Book xv. Line 852. Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.[340:1] The Iliad of Homer. Book xvi. Line 267. Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more. The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 730. The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart. The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 756. In death a hero, as in life a friend! The Iliad of Homer. Book xvii. Line 758. Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain! The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 103. I live an idle burden to the ground. The Iliad of Homer. Book xviii. Line 134. Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind. The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 303. Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,— For thee, that ever felt another's woe! The Iliad of Homer. Book xix. Line 319. Where'er he mov'd, the goddess shone before. The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 127. The matchless Ganymed, divinely fair.[340:2] The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 278. 'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth. The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 290. Our business in the field of fight Is not to question, but to prove our might. The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 304. [341] A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.[341:1] The Iliad of Homer. Book xx. Line 337. The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 85. Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 100. This, this is misery! the last, the worst That man can feel. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 106. No season now for calm familiar talk. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 169. Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 271. Achilles absent was Achilles still. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 418. Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 422. Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies![341:2] The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 484. Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 526. Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxii. Line 543. 'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains Part of himself: the immortal mind remains. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 122. Base wealth preferring to eternal praise. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 368. It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize,[341:3] And to be swift is less than to be wise. 'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 383. A green old age,[341:4] unconscious of decays, That proves the hero born in better days. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiii. Line 929. [342] Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,— The source of evil one, and one of good. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 663. The mildest manners with the bravest mind. The Iliad of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 963. Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 207. And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 312. Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 315. For never, never, wicked man was wise. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ii. Line 320. Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 25. The lot of man,—to suffer and to die. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 117. A faultless body and a blameless mind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 138. The long historian of my country's woes. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 142. Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 285. When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn, With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iii. Line 516. These riches are possess'd, but not enjoy'd! The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 118. Mirror of constant faith, rever'd and mourn'd! The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 229. There with commutual zeal we both had strove In acts of dear benevolence and love: Brothers in peace, not rivals in command. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 241. The glory of a firm, capacious mind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 262. Wise to resolve, and patient to perform. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 372. The leader, mingling with the vulgar host, Is in the common mass of matter lost. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 397. [343] O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 627. Forget the brother, and resume the man. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 732. Gentle of speech, beneficent of mind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 917. The people's parent, he protected all. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 921. The big round tear stands trembling in her eye. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 936. The windy satisfaction of the tongue. The Odyssey of Homer. Book iv. Line 1092. Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery. The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 572. The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground. The Odyssey of Homer. Book v. Line 596. A heaven of charms divine Nausicaa lay. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 22. Jove weighs affairs of earth in dubious scales, And the good suffers while the bad prevails. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 229. By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, And what to those we give, to Jove is lent. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vi. Line 247. A decent boldness ever meets with friends. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 67. To heal divisions, to relieve th' opprest; In virtue rich; in blessing others, blest. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 95. Oh, pity human woe! 'T is what the happy to the unhappy owe. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 198. Whose well-taught mind the present age surpast. The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 210. For fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man! The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 263. In youth and beauty wisdom is but rare! The Odyssey of Homer. Book vii. Line 379. And every eye Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky. The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 17. Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse. The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 192. [344] And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the sky.[344:1] The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 366. Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong! The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 367. A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue. The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 432. Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of man; Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,— A theme of future song! The Odyssey of Homer. Book viii. Line 631. Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 20. Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 28. Lotus, the name; divine, nectareous juice! The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 106. Respect us human, and relieve us poor. The Odyssey of Homer. Book ix. Line 318. Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails! The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 29. Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return. The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 46. No more was seen the human form divine.[344:2] The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 278. And not a man appears to tell their fate. The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 308. Let him, oraculous, the end, the way, The turns of all thy future fate display. The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 642. Born but to banquet, and to drain the bowl. The Odyssey of Homer. Book x. Line 662. Thin airy shoals of visionary ghosts. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 48. Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 153. Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.[344:3] The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 387. The first in glory, as the first in place. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 441. [345] Soft as some song divine thy story flows. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 458. Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.[345:1] The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 531. What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose! The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 541. But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 591. And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 722. Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 736. There in the bright assemblies of the skies. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 745. Gloomy as night he stands. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xi. Line 749. All, soon or late, are doom'd that path to tread. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 31. And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.[345:2] The Odyssey of Homer. Book xii. Line 538. He ceas'd; but left so pleasing on their ear His voice, that list'ning still they seem'd to hear. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 1. His native home deep imag'd in his soul. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 38. And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, The last and hardest conquest of the mind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 353. How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise! The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiii. Line 375. It never was our guise To slight the poor, or aught humane despise. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 65. The sex is ever to a soldier kind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 246. Far from gay cities and the ways of men. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 410. And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xiv. Line 520. Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 79. [346] True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,— Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.[346:1] The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83. For too much rest itself becomes a pain. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 429. Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 433. And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 434. For love deceives the best of womankind. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 463. And would'st thou evil for his good repay? The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvi. Line 448. Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 392. In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 505. Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.[346:2] The Odyssey of Homer. Book xvii. Line 576. Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow; And what man gives, the gods by man bestow. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 26. Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow For others' good, and melt at others' woe. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xviii. Line 269. A winy vapour melting in a tear. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 143. But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xix. Line 383. The fool of fate,—thy manufacture, man. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 254. Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xx. Line 461. [347] Dogs, ye have had your day! The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 41. For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 382. So ends the bloody business of the day. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxii. Line 516. And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 19. The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 271. And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing. The Odyssey of Homer. Book xxiv. Line 557. Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.[347:1] Letter to Gay, Oct. 6, 1727. This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew.[347:2] Footnotes [314:2] See Milton, page 223. There is no theme more plentiful to scan Than is the glorious goodly frame of man. Du Bartas: Days and Weeks, third day. [315:2] Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy.—Pascal: Thoughts, chap. v. 2. [316:1] All the parts of the universe I have an interest in: the earth serves me to walk upon; the sun to light me; the stars have their influence upon me.—Montaigne: Apology for Raimond Sebond. [316:4] There is no great and no small.—Emerson: Epigraph to History. [317:1] La vray science et le vray Étude de l'homme c'est l'homme (The true science and the true study of man is man).—Charron: De la Sagesse, lib. i. chap. 1. Trees and fields tell me nothing: men are my teachers.—Plato: PhÆdrus. [317:2] What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.—Pascal: Thoughts, chap. x. [318:1] Why may not a goose say thus?...there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?—Montaigne: Apology for Raimond Sebond. [319:3] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame. Savage: Character of Foster. [320:3] 'T is virtue makes the bliss where'er we dwell.—Collins: Oriental Eclogues, i. line 5. [321:1] Omnia mutantur, nos et mutamur in illis (All things change, and we change with them).—Matthais Borbonius: DeliciÆ Poetarum Germanorum, i. 685. [323:2] Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus (Even the worthy Homer sometimes nods).—Horace: De Arte Poetica, 359. [325:1] Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human. Burns: Address to the Unco Guid. [325:3] Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President HÉnault's "AbrÉgÉ Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this work HÉnault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet. [327:3] When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises. P. Fletcher: The Purple Island, canto vii. [328:2] This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going." [329:3] The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm; The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form. Goldsmith: The Traveller, line 137. [329:4] A breath can make them as a breath has made.—Goldsmith: The Deserted Village, line 54. [330:1] This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry," vol. iii. p. 118. The following epigram is from "The Grove," London, 1721:— When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br—st's works, I stood resolved to praise, And had, but that the modest author cries, "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise." On a certain line of Mr. Br——, Author of a Copy of Verses called the British Beauties. [331:1] Another, yet the same.—Tickell: From a Lady in England. Johnson: Life of Dryden. Darwin: Botanic Garden, part i. canto iv. line 380. Wordsworth: The Excursion, Book ix. Scott: The Abbot, chap. i. Horace: carmen secundum, line 10. [331:2] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame. Savage: Character of Foster. [331:5] See Shakespeare, page 93. This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.—Johnson (Boswell's Life): vol. ii. ch. i. A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.—Cowper: Conversation, line 298. Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.—Walter Scott: Life of Napoleon. He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.—Macaulay: Review of Aikin's Life of Addison. Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters among men of the world.—Macaulay: Review of Life and Writings of Sir William Temple. Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the learned). Qui stultis videri eruditi volunt stulti eruditis videntur (Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish).—Quintilian, x. 7. 22. [333:2] Priests, altars, victims, swam before my sight.—Edmund Smith: PhÆdra and Hippolytus, act i. sc. 1. [334:1] "Tenez voilÀ," dit-elle, "À chacun une Écaille, Des sottises d'autrui nous vivons au Palais; Messieurs, l'huÎtre Étoit bonne. Adieu. Vivez en paix." Boileau: EpÎtre ii. (À M. l' AbbÉ des Roches). [336:2] His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home. Cowper: Conversation, line 303. [336:3] Ampliat Ætatis spatium sibi vir bonus; hoc est Vivere bis vita posse priore frui (The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).—Martial: x. 237. See Cowley, page 262. [336:4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734." [337:1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii. line 366. [337:2] A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise. Book xx. line 337. [338:1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.—Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18. [338:2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181. [339:1] He serves his party best who serves the country best.—Rutherford B. Hayes: Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877. [340:1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.—Diogenes Laertius: On Aristotle. Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one. Bellinghausen: Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii. [340:2] Divinely fair.—Tennyson: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii. [341:2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.—Scott: Lay of the Last Minstrel. Unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.—Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 179. [344:2] Human face divine.—Milton: Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44. [344:3] Then the Omnipotent Father with his thunder made Olympus tremble, and from Ossa hurled Pelion.—Ovid: Metamorphoses i. [346:2] Be not forgetful to entertain strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.—Hebrews xiii. 2. [347:1] Pope calls this the eighth beatitude (Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. x. page 184). [347:2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice."...Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,— "This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew!" It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne.—Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469.
JOHN GAY. 1688-1732. 'T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd. The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8. [348] So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,— The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348:1] The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9. 'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts. The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1. Over the hills and far away.[348:2] The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1. If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears. The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets. The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong. The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away! The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2. The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged,—a terrible show! The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2. All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd. Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand. Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan. Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage. Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consum'd the midnight oil?[348:3] Fables. Part i. The Shepherd and the Philosopher. Where yet was ever found a mother Who 'd give her booby for another? Fables. Part i. The Mother, the Nurse, and the Fairy. [349] No author ever spar'd a brother. Fables. The Elephant and the Bookseller. Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view. Fables. Part i. The Painter who pleased Nobody and Everybody. In ev'ry age and clime we see Two of a trade can never agree.[349:1] Fables. Part i. The Rat-catcher and Cats. Is there no hope? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head. Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel. While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349:2] Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel. Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose. Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs. That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good.[349:3] Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven. And when a lady 's in the case, You know all other things give place. Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends. Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.[349:4] Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds. [350] From wine what sudden friendship springs! Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur. Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it. My own Epitaph. Footnotes [348:1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais,"—that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy.—Life of Rabelais (Bohn's edition), p. 13. [348:2] O'er the hills and far away.—D'Urfey: Pills to purge Melancholy (1628-1723). [348:3] "Midnight oil,"—a common phrase, used by Quarles, Shenstone, Cowper, Lloyd, and others. [349:1] Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and poor man has a grudge against poor man, and poet against poet.—Hesiod: Works and Days, 24. Le potier au potier porte envie (The potter envies the potter).—Bohn: Handbook of Proverbs. Murphy: The Apprentice, act iii. [349:2] ??p?de? ?? ????s??, ????p?st?? d? ?a???te? (For the living there is hope, but for the dead there is none.)—Theocritus: Idyl iv. 42. Ægroto, dum anima est, spes est (While the sick man has life, there is hope).—Cicero: Epistolarum ad Atticum, ix. 10. [349:3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.—Plautus: Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3.
LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762. Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,— In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350:1] The Lady's Resolve. And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350:2] The Lover. Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet. A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice. Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen. To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii. But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me. The Answer. Footnotes [350:1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193. [350:2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?—Byron: Note to a Second Letter on Bowles.
CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797. The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it. Love À la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1. Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350:3] The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2.
[351] JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763. God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender! God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender! But who pretender is, or who is king,— God bless us all!—that 's quite another thing. To an Officer of the Army, extempore. Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.[351:1] Advice to Preach Slow. Some say, compar'd to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee. On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.[351:2] As clear as a whistle. Epistle to Lloyd. I. The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351:3] Epistle to a Friend. Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it. Epigram on Two Monopolists. Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow. Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton. Footnotes [351:2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.—Byrom's Remains (Chetham Soc.), vol. i. p. 173. The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).
[352] LOUIS THEOBALD. 1691-1744. None but himself can be his parallel.[352:1] The Double Falsehood. Footnotes [352:1] QuÆris AlcidÆ parem? Nemo est nisi ipse (Do you seek Alcides' equal? None is, except himself).—Seneca: Hercules Furens, i. 1; 84. And but herself admits no parallel.—Massinger: Duke of Milan, act iv. sc. 3.
JAMES BRAMSTON. —— -1744. What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand? Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand? Art of Politics. But Titus said, with his uncommon sense, When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense: "I hear a lion in the lobby roar; Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door And keep him there, or shall we let him in To try if we can turn him out again?"[352:2] Art of Politics. So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat. Man of Taste. Footnotes [352:2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out.—On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681.
EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773. Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well. Letter, March 10, 1746. I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352:3] who used to say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves." Letter, Nov. 6, 1747. [353] Sacrifice to the Graces.[353:1] Letter, March 9, 1748. Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value. Letter, July 1, 1748. Style is the dress of thoughts. Letter, Nov. 24, 1749. Despatch is the soul of business. Letter, Feb. 5, 1750. Chapter of accidents.[353:2] Letter, Feb. 16, 1753. I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world. The World. No. 101. Unlike my subject now shall be my song; It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long. Impromptu Lines. The dews of the evening most carefully shun,— Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. Advice to a Lady in Autumn. The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom. Character of Pulteney. He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.[353:3] Character of Bolingbroke. Footnotes [352:3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third. [353:1] Plato was continually saying to Xenocrates, "Sacrifice to the Graces."—Diogenes Laertius: Xenocrates, book iv. sect. 2. Let us sacrifice to the Muses.—Plutarch: The Banquet of the Seven Wise Men. (A saying of Solon.) [353:2] Chapter of accidents.—Burke: Notes for Speeches (edition 1852), vol. ii. p. 426. John Wilkes said that "the Chapter of Accidents is the longest chapter in the book."—Southey: The Doctor, chap. cxviii. [353:3] Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn. Johnson: Epitaph on Goldsmith. Il embellit tout ce qu'il touche (He adorned whatever he touched).—FÉnelon: Lettre sur les Occupations de l' AcadÉmie FranÇaise, sect. iv.
[354] MATTHEW GREEN. 1696-1737. Fling but a stone, the giant dies. The Spleen. Line 93. Thus I steer my bark, and sail On even keel, with gentle gale. The Spleen. Though pleased to see the dolphins play, I mind my compass and my way. The Spleen.
RICHARD SAVAGE. 1698-1743. He lives to build, not boast, a generous race; No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. The Bastard. Line 7. May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.[354:1] Character of Foster.
ROBERT BLAIR. 1699-1747. The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou 'rt named: Nature, appall'd, Shakes off her wonted firmness. The Grave. Part i. Line 9. The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up.[354:2] The Grave. Part i. Line 58. Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society! The Grave. Part i. Line 88. Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance! The Grave. Part i. Line 109. [355] The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! 'T is long since Death had the majority. The Grave. Part ii. Line 449. The good he scorn'd Stalk'd off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between.[355:1] The Grave. Part ii. Line 586.
JAMES THOMSON. 1700-1748. Come, gentle Spring! ethereal Mildness! come. The Seasons. Spring. Line 1. Base Envy withers at another's joy, And hates that excellence it cannot reach. The Seasons. Spring. Line 283. But who can paint Like Nature? Can imagination boast, Amid its gay creation, hues like hers? The Seasons. Spring. Line 465. Amid the roses fierce Repentance rears Her snaky crest. The Seasons. Spring. Line 996. Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot. The Seasons. Spring. Line 1149. An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books, Ease and alternate labour, useful life, Progressive virtue, and approving Heaven! The Seasons. Spring. Line 1158. The meek-ey'd Morn appears, mother of dews. The Seasons. Summer. Line 47. Falsely luxurious, will not man awake? The Seasons. Summer. Line 67. But yonder comes the powerful king of day, Rejoicing in the east. The Seasons. Summer. Line 81. [356] Ships dim-discover'd dropping from the clouds. The Seasons. Summer. Line 946. And Mecca saddens at the long delay. The Seasons. Summer. Line 979. For many a day, and many a dreadful night, Incessant lab'ring round the stormy cape. The Seasons. Summer. Line 1003. Sigh'd and look'd unutterable things. The Seasons. Summer. Line 1188. A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate Of mighty monarchs. The Seasons. Summer. Line 1285. So stands the statue that enchants the world, So bending tries to veil the matchless boast, The mingled beauties of exulting Greece. The Seasons. Summer. Line 1346. Who stemm'd the torrent of a downward age. The Seasons. Summer. Line 1516. Autumn nodding o'er the yellow plain. The Seasons. Autumn. Line 2. Loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorn'd, adorn'd the most.[356:1] The Seasons. Autumn. Line 204. He saw her charming, but he saw not half The charms her downcast modesty conceal'd. The Seasons. Autumn. Line 229. For still the world prevail'd, and its dread laugh, Which scarce the firm philosopher can scorn. The Seasons. Autumn. Line 233. See, Winter comes to rule the varied year.[356:2] The Seasons. Winter. Line 1. Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave. The Seasons. Winter. Line 393. There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead. The Seasons. Winter. Line 431. The kiss, snatch'd hasty from the sidelong maid. The Seasons. Winter. Line 625. [357] These as they change, Almighty Father! these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Hymn. Line 1. Shade, unperceiv'd, so softening into shade. Hymn. Line 25. From seeming evil still educing good. Hymn. Line 114. Come then, expressive silence, muse His praise. Hymn. Line 118. A pleasing land of drowsyhed it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever flushing round a summer sky: There eke the soft delights that witchingly Instil a wanton sweetness through the breast, And the calm pleasures always hover'd nigh; But whate'er smack'd of noyance or unrest Was far, far off expell'd from this delicious nest. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 6. O fair undress, best dress! it checks no vein, But every flowing limb in pleasure drowns, And heightens ease with grace. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 26. Plac'd far amid the melancholy main. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. Scoundrel maxim. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 30. A bard here dwelt, more fat than bard beseems. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 68. A little round, fat, oily man of God. The Castle of Indolence. Canto i. Stanza 69. I care not, Fortune, what you me deny: You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky Through which Aurora shows her brightening face; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve: Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave: Of fancy, reason, virtue, naught can me bereave. The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 3. [358] Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise, of health. The Castle of Indolence. Canto ii. Stanza 55. Forever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to love; And when we meet a mutual heart, Come in between and bid us part? Song. Whoe'er amidst the sons Of reason, valour, liberty, and virtue Displays distinguish'd merit, is a noble Of Nature's own creating. Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 3. O Sophonisba! Sophonisba, O![358:1] Sophonisba. Act iii. Sc. 2. When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of her land, And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule, Britannia! Britannia rules the waves! Britons never shall be slaves. Alfred. Act ii. Sc. 5. Footnotes [356:1] See Milton, page 234. Nam ut mulieres esse dicuntur nonnullÆ inornatÆ, quas id ipsum diceat, sic hÆc subtilis oratio etiam incompta delectat (For as lack of adornment is said to become some women; so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight).—Cicero: Orator, 23, 78. [356:2] O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.—Cowper: The Task, book iv. Winter Evening, line 34. [358:1] The line was altered after the second edition to "O Sophonisba! I am wholly thine."
JOHN DYER. 1700-1758. A little rule, a little sway, A sunbeam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave. Grongar Hill. Line 88. Ever charming, ever new, When will the landscape tire the view? Grongar Hill. Line 102. Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dash'd, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon. The Ruins of Rome. Line 40.
[359] PHILIP DODDRIDGE. 1702-1751. Live while you live, the epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day; Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies. Lord, in my views, let both united be: I live in pleasure when I live to thee. Epigram on his Family Arms.[359:1] Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigour on; A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Footnotes [359:1] Dum vivimus vivamus (Let us live while we live).—Orton: Life of Doddridge.
JOHN WESLEY. 1703-1791. That execrable sum of all villanies commonly called a Slave Trade. Journal. Feb. 12, 1772. Certainly this is a duty, not a sin. "Cleanliness is indeed next to godliness."[359:2] Sermon xciii. On Dress. I am always in haste, but never in a hurry.[359:3] Footnotes [359:3] Given as a saying of Wesley, in the "Saturday Review," Nov. 28, 1874.
BENJAMIN FRANKLIN.[359:4] 1706-1790. They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.[359:5] Historical Review of Pennsylvania. [360] God helps them that help themselves.[360:1] Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Early to bed and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.[360:2] Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Plough deep while sluggards sleep. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Three removes are as bad as a fire. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Little strokes fell great oaks.[360:3] Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. A little neglect may breed mischief: for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. He that goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.[360:4] Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose to the grindstone.[360:5] Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Vessels large may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. Maxims prefixed to Poor Richard's Almanac, 1757. [361] We are a kind of posterity in respect to them.[361:1] Letter to William Strahan, 1745. Remember that time is money. Advice to a Young Tradesman, 1748. Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter. Letter on the Stamp Act, July 1, 1765. Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.[361:2] Letter to Miss Georgiana Shipley, September, 1772. There never was a good war or a bad peace.[361:3] Letter to Josiah Quincy, Sept. 11, 1773. You and I were long friends: you are now my enemy, and I am yours. Letter to William Strahan, July 5, 1775. We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately. At the signing of the Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776. He has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. The Whistle. November, 1779. Here you would know and enjoy what posterity will say of Washington. For a thousand leagues have nearly the same effect with a thousand years. Letter to Washington, March 5, 1780. Our Constitution is in actual operation; everything appears to promise that it will last; but in this world nothing is certain but death and taxes. Letter to M. Leroy, 1789. Footnotes [359:4] Eripuit coelo fulmen sceptrumque tyrannis (He snatched the lightning from heaven, and the sceptre from tyrants),—a line attributed to Turgot, and inscribed on Houdon's bust of Franklin. Frederick von der Trenck asserted on his trial, 1794, that he was the author of this line. [359:5] This sentence was much used in the Revolutionary period. It occurs even so early as November, 1755, in an answer by the Assembly of Pennsylvania to the Governor, and forms the motto of Franklin's "Historical Review," 1759, appearing also in the body of the work.—Frothingham: Rise of the Republic of the United States, p. 413. [360:2] Clarke: ParÆmiolgia, 1639. My hour is eight o'clock, though it is an infallible rule, "Sanat, sanctificat, et ditat, surgere mane" (That he may be healthy, happy, and wise, let him rise early).—A Health to the Gentle Profession of Serving-men, 1598 (reprinted in Roxburghe Library), p. 121. [361:1] Byron's European fame is the best earnest of his immortality, for a foreign nation is a kind of contemporaneous posterity.—Horace Binney Wallace: Stanley, or the Recollections of a Man of the World, vol. ii. p. 89. [361:2] Snug as a bug in a rug.—The Stratford Jubilee, ii. 1, 1779. [361:3] It hath been said that an unjust peace is to be preferred before a just war.—Samuel Butler: Speeches in the Rump Parliament. Butler's Remains.
[362] NATHANIEL COTTON. 1707-1788. If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam. The world has nothing to bestow; From our own selves our joys must flow, And that dear hut, our home. The Fireside. Stanza 3. To be resign'd when ills betide, Patient when favours are deni'd, And pleas'd with favours given,— Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part; This is that incense of the heart[362:1] Whose fragrance smells to heaven. The Fireside. Stanza 11. Thus hand in hand through life we 'll go; Its checker'd paths of joy and woe With cautious steps we 'll tread. The Fireside. Stanza 31. Yet still we hug the dear deceit. Content. Vision iv. Hold the fleet angel fast until he bless thee. To-morrow.
HENRY FIELDING. 1707-1754. All Nature wears one universal grin. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 1. Petition me no petitions, sir, to-day; Let other hours be set apart for business. To-day it is our pleasure to be drunk; And this our queen shall be as drunk as we. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 2. When I 'm not thank'd at all, I 'm thank'd enough; I 've done my duty, and I 've done no more. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. Thy modesty 's a candle to thy merit. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. [363] To sun myself in Huncamunca's eyes. Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 3. Lo, when two dogs are fighting in the streets, With a third dog one of the two dogs meets; With angry teeth he bites him to the bone, And this dog smarts for what that dog has done.[363:1] Tom Thumb the Great. Act i. Sc. 6. I am as sober as a judge.[363:2] Don Quixote in England. Act iii. Sc. 14. Much may be said on both sides.[363:3] The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act i. Sc. 8. Enough is equal to a feast.[363:4] The Covent Garden Tragedy. Act v. Sc. 1. We must eat to live and live to eat.[363:5] The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 3. Penny saved is a penny got.[363:6] The Miser. Act iii. Sc. 12. Oh, the roast beef of England, And old England's roast beef! The Grub Street Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2. This story will not go down. Tumble-down Dick. [364] Can any man have a higher notion of the rule of right and the eternal fitness of things? Tom Jones. Book iv. Chap. iv. Distinction without a difference. Tom Jones. Book vi. Chap. xiii. Amiable weakness.[364:1] Tom Jones. Book x. chap. viii. The dignity of history.[364:2] Tom Jones. Book xi. Chap. ii. Republic of letters. Tom Jones. Book xiv. Chap. i. Illustrious predecessors.[364:3] Covent Garden Journal. Jan. 11, 1752. Footnotes [362:1] The incense of the heart may rise.—Pierpont: Every Place a Temple. [363:1] Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier—white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber—black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber—red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost. Christopher Smart: The Trip to Cambridge (on "Campbell's Specimens of the British Poets," vol. vi. p. 185). [363:2] Sober as a judge.—Charles Lamb: Letter to Mr. and Mrs. Moxon. [363:5] Socrates said, Bad men live that they may eat and drink, whereas good men eat and drink that they may live.—Plutarch: How a Young Man ought to hear Poems. [363:6] A penny saved is twopence dear; A pin a day 's a groat a year. Franklin: Hints to those that would be Rich (1736). [364:1] Amiable weaknesses of human nature.—Gibbon: Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, chap. xiv. [364:3] Illustrious predecessor.—Burke: The Present Discontents. I tread in the footsteps of illustrious men....In receiving from the people the sacred trust confided to my illustrious predecessor.—Martin Van Buren: Inaugural Address, March 4, 1837.
WILLIAM PITT, EARL OF CHATHAM. 1708-1778. Confidence is a plant of slow growth in an aged bosom. Speech, Jan. 14, 1766. A long train of these practices has at length unwillingly convinced me that there is something behind the throne greater than the King himself.[364:4] Chatham Correspondence. Speech, March 2, 1770. Where law ends, tyranny begins. Case of Wilkes. Speech, Jan. 9, 1770. Reparation for our rights at home, and security against the like future violations.[364:5] Letter to the Earl of Shelburne, Sept. 29, 1770. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country I never would lay down my arms,—never! never! never! Speech, Nov. 18, 1777. [365] The poorest man may in his cottage bid defiance to all the force of the Crown. It may be frail; its roof may shake; the wind may blow through it; the storms may enter, the rain may enter,—but the King of England cannot enter; all his forces dare not cross the threshold of the ruined tenement! Speech on the Excise Bill. We have a Calvinistic creed, a Popish liturgy, and an Arminian clergy. Prior's Life of Burke (1790). Footnotes [364:4] Quoted by Lord Mahon, "greater than the throne itself."—History of England, vol. v. p. 258. [364:5] "Indemnity for the past and security for the future."—Russell: Memoir of Fox, vol. iii. p. 345, Letter to the Hon. T. Maitland.
SAMUEL JOHNSON. 1709-1784. Let observation with extensive view Survey mankind, from China to Peru.[365:1] Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 1. There mark what ills the scholar's life assail,— Toil, envy, want, the patron, and the jail. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 159. He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 221. Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know That life protracted is protracted woe. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 257. An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 293. Superfluous lags the veteran on the stage. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 308. Fears of the brave, and follies of the wise! From Marlb'rough's eyes the streams of dotage flow, And Swift expires, a driv'ler and a show. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 316. [366] Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate? Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 345. For patience, sov'reign o'er transmuted ill. Vanity of Human Wishes. Line 362. Of all the griefs that harass the distrest, Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest.[366:1] London. Line 166. This mournful truth is ev'rywhere confess'd,— Slow rises worth by poverty depress'd.[366:2] London. Line 176. Studious to please, yet not ashamed to fail. Prologue to the Tragedy of Irene. Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new. Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. And panting Time toil'd after him in vain. Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. For we that live to please must please to live. Prologue on the Opening of Drury Lane Theatre. Catch, then, oh catch the transient hour; Improve each moment as it flies! Life 's a short summer, man a flower; He dies—alas! how soon he dies! Winter. An Ode. Officious, innocent, sincere, Of every friendless name the friend. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 2. In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh[366:3] Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 5. And sure th' Eternal Master found His single talent well employ'd. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 7. [367] Then with no throbs of fiery pain,[367:1] No cold gradations of decay, Death broke at once the vital chain, And freed his soul the nearest way. Verses on the Death of Mr. Robert Levet. Stanza 9. That saw the manners in the face. Lines on the Death of Hogarth. Philips, whose touch harmonious could remove The pangs of guilty power and hapless love! Rest here, distressed by poverty no more; Here find that calm thou gav'st so oft before; Sleep undisturb'd within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine! Epitaph on Claudius Philips, the Musician. A Poet, Naturalist, and Historian, Who left scarcely any style of writing untouched, And touched nothing that he did not adorn.[367:2] Epitaph on Goldsmith. How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. Lines added to Goldsmith's Traveller. Trade's proud empire hastes to swift decay. Line added to Goldsmith's Deserted Village. From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,— Path, motive, guide, original, and end.[367:3] Motto to the Rambler. No. 7. Ye who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who [368]expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow,—attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince Of Abyssinia. Rasselas. Chap. i. "I fly from pleasure," said the prince, "because pleasure has ceased to please; I am lonely because I am miserable, and am unwilling to cloud with my presence the happiness of others." Rasselas. Chap. iii. A man used to vicissitudes is not easily dejected. Rasselas. Chap. xii. Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Rasselas. Chap. xii. Knowledge is more than equivalent to force.[368:1] Rasselas. Chap. xiii. I live in the crowd of jollity, not so much to enjoy company as to shun myself. Rasselas. Chap. xvi. Many things difficult to design prove easy to performance. Rasselas. Chap. xvi. The first years of man must make provision for the last. Rasselas. Chap. xvii. Example is always more efficacious than precept. Rasselas. Chap. xxx. The endearing elegance of female friendship. Rasselas. Chap. xlvi. I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.[368:2] Preface to his Dictionary. Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[368:3] Boulter's Monument. (Supposed to have been inserted by Dr. Johnson, 1745.) [369] Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison. Life of Addison. To be of no church is dangerous. Religion, of which the rewards are distant, and which is animated only by faith and hope, will glide by degrees out of the mind unless it be invigorated and reimpressed by external ordinances, by stated calls to worship, and the salutary influence of example. Life of Milton. The trappings of a monarchy would set up an ordinary commonwealth. Life of Milton. His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure. Life of Edmund Smith (alluding to the death of Garrick). That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona. Journey to the Western Islands: Inch Kenneth. He is no wise man that will quit a certainty for an uncertainty. The Idler. No. 57. What is read twice is commonly better remembered than what is transcribed. The Idler. No. 74. Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties. Life of Johnson (Boswell).[369:1] Vol. i. Chap. vii. 1743. Wretched un-idea'd girls. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. i. Chap. x. 1752. This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.[369:2] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754. [370] Sir, he [Bolingbroke] was a scoundrel and a coward: a scoundrel for charging a blunderbuss against religion and morality; a coward, because he had not resolution to fire it off himself, but left half a crown to a beggarly Scotchman to draw the trigger at his death. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. i. 1754. Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help? Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755. I am glad that he thanks God for anything. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755. If a man does not make new acquaintances as he advances through life, he will soon find himself left alone. A man, sir, should keep his friendship in a constant repair. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ii. 1755. Being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. iii. 1759. Sir, I think all Christians, whether Papists or Protestants, agree in the essential articles, and that their differences are trivial, and rather political than religious.[370:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763. The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road that leads him to England. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763. If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763. Sir, your levellers wish to level down as far as themselves; but they cannot bear levelling up to themselves. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. v. 1763. [371] A man ought to read just as inclination leads him; for what he reads as a task will do him little good. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. vi. 1763. Sherry is dull, naturally dull; but it must have taken him a great deal of pains to become what we now see him. Such an access of stupidity, sir, is not in Nature. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ix. Sir, a woman preaching is like a dog's walking on his hind legs. It is not done well; but you are surprised to find it done at all. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ix. I look upon it, that he who does not mind his belly will hardly mind anything else.[371:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ix. This was a good dinner enough, to be sure, but it was not a dinner to ask a man to. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ix. A very unclubable man. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. ii. Chap. ix. 1764. I do not know, sir, that the fellow is an infidel; but if he be an infidel, he is an infidel as a dog is an infidel; that is to say, he has never thought upon the subject. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. iii. 1769. It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. iv. That fellow seems to me to possess but one idea, and that is a wrong one.[371:2] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. v. 1770. I am a great friend to public amusements; for they keep people from vice. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772. A cow is a very good animal in the field; but we turn her out of a garden. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772. Much may be made of a Scotchman if he be caught young. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iii. Chap. viii. 1772. A man may write at any time if he will set himself doggedly to it. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iv. Chap. ii. 1773. [372] Let him go abroad to a distant country; let him go to some place where he is not known. Don't let him go to the devil, where he is known. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. iv. Chap. ii. 1773. Was ever poet so trusted before? Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. vi. 1774. Attack is the reaction. I never think I have hit hard unless it rebounds. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. vi. 1775. A man will turn over half a library to make one book. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. viii. 1775. Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. ix. Hell is paved with good intentions.[372:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. ix. Knowledge is of two kinds: we know a subject ourselves, or we know where we can find information upon it.[372:2] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. v. Chap. ix. I never take a nap after dinner but when I have had a bad night; and then the nap takes me. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775. In lapidary inscriptions a man is not upon oath. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775. There is now less flogging in our great schools than formerly,—but then less is learned there; so that what the boys get at one end they lose at the other. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. i. 1775. There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.[372:3] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. iii. 1776. [373] No man but a blockhead ever wrote except for money. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. iii. 1776. Questioning is not the mode of conversation among gentlemen. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. iv. 1776. A man is very apt to complain of the ingratitude of those who have risen far above him. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. iv. 1776. All this [wealth] excludes but one evil,—poverty. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777. Employment, sir, and hardships prevent melancholy. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777. When a man is tired of London he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777. He was so generally civil that nobody thanked him for it. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vi. Chap. ix. 1777. Goldsmith, however, was a man who whatever he wrote, did it better than any other man could do. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. iii. 1778. Johnson had said that he could repeat a complete chapter of "The Natural History of Iceland," from the Danish of Horrebow, the whole of which was exactly (Ch. lxxii. Concerning snakes) thus: "There are no snakes to be met with throughout the whole island."[373:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. iv. 1778. As the Spanish proverb says, "He who would bring home the wealth of the Indies must carry the wealth of the Indies with him," so it is in travelling,—a man must carry knowledge with him if he would bring home knowledge. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. v. 1778. The true, strong, and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and small. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. vi. 1778. I remember a passage in Goldsmith's "Vicar of Wakefield," which he was afterwards fool enough to expunge: "I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.".... [374]There was another fine passage too which he struck out: "When I was a young man, being anxious to distinguish myself, I was perpetually starting new propositions. But I soon gave this over; for I found that generally what was new was false." Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. viii. 1779. Claret is the liquor for boys, port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. viii. 1779. A Frenchman must be always talking, whether he knows anything of the matter or not; an Englishman is content to say nothing when he has nothing to say. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. x. Of Dr. Goldsmith he said, "No man was more foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, or more wise when he had." Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. x. The applause of a single human being is of great consequence. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. vii. Chap. x. The potentiality of growing rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[374:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ii. Classical quotation is the parole of literary men all over the world. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. iii. 1781. My friend was of opinion that when a man of rank appeared in that character [as an author], he deserved to have his merits handsomely allowed.[374:2] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. iii. 1781. I never have sought the world; the world was not to seek me.[374:3] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. v. 1783. He is not only dull himself, but the cause of dullness in others.[374:4] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. v. 1784. [375] You see they 'd have fitted him to a T. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784. I have found you an argument; I am not obliged to find you an understanding. Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784. Who drives fat oxen should himself be fat.[375:1] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. ix. 1784. Blown about with every wind of criticism.[375:2] Life of Johnson (Boswell). Vol. viii. Chap. x. 1784. If the man who turnips cries Cry not when his father dies, 'T is a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 30. He was a very good hater. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 39. The law is the last result of human wisdom acting upon human experience for the benefit of the public. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 58. The use of travelling is to regulate imagination by reality, and instead of thinking how things may be, to see them as they are. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 154. Dictionaries are like watches; the worst is better than none, and the best cannot be expected to go quite true. Johnsoniana. Piozzi, 178. Books that you may carry to the fire and hold readily in your hand, are the most useful after all. Johnsoniana. Hawkins. 197. Round numbers are always false. Johnsoniana. Hawkins. 235. As with my hat[375:3] upon my head I walk'd along the Strand, I there did meet another man With his hat in his hand.[375:4] Johnsoniana. George Steevens. 310. Abstinence is as easy to me as temperance would be difficult. Johnsoniana. Hannah More. 467. The limbs will quiver and move after the soul is gone. Johnsoniana. Northcote. 487. [376] Hawkesworth said of Johnson, "You have a memory that would convict any author of plagiarism in any court of literature in the world." Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 600. His conversation does not show the minute-hand, but he strikes the hour very correctly. Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 604. Hunting was the labour of the savages of North America, but the amusement of the gentlemen of England. Johnsoniana. Kearsley. 606. I am very fond of the company of ladies. I like their beauty, I like their delicacy, I like their vivacity, and I like their silence. Johnsoniana. Seward. 617. This world, where much is to be done and little to be known. Prayers and Meditations. Against inquisitive and perplexing Thoughts. Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people. Tour to the Hebrides. Sept. 20, 1773. A fellow that makes no figure in company, and has a mind as narrow as the neck of a vinegar-cruet. Tour to the Hebrides. Sept. 30, 1773. The atrocious crime of being a young man, which the honourable gentleman has with such spirit and decency charged upon me, I shall neither attempt to palliate nor deny; but content myself with wishing that I may be one of those whose follies may cease with their youth, and not of that number who are ignorant in spite of experience.[376:1] Pitt's Reply to Walpole. Speech, March 6, 1741. Towering in the confidence of twenty-one. Letter to Bennet Langton. Jan. 9, 1758. Gloomy calm of idle vacancy. Letter to Boswell. Dec. 8, 1763. Wharton quotes Johnson as saying of Dr. Campbell, "He is the richest author that ever grazed the common of literature." Footnotes [365:1] All human race, from China to Peru, Pleasure, howe'er disguised by art, pursue. Thomas Warton: Universal Love of Pleasure. De Quincey (Works, vol. x. p. 72) quotes the criticism of some writer, who contends with some reason that this high-sounding couplet of Dr. Johnson amounts in effect to this: Let observation with extensive observation observe mankind extensively. [366:1] Nothing in poverty so ill is borne As its exposing men to grinning scorn. Oldham (1653-1683): Third Satire of Juvenal. [366:2] Three years later Johnson wrote, "Mere unassisted merit advances slowly, if—what is not very common—it advances at all." [366:3] Var. His ready help was always nigh. [367:1] Var. Then with no fiery throbbing pain. [367:2] Qui nullum fere scribendi genus Non tetigit, Nullum quod tetigit non ornavit. See Chesterfield, page 353. [367:3] A translation of Boethius's "De Consolatione PhilosophiÆ," iii. 9, 27. [368:2] The italics and the word "forget" would seem to imply that the saying was not his own. [368:3] Sir William Jones gives a similar saying in India: "Words are the daughters of earth, and deeds are the sons of heaven." See Herbert, page 206. Sir Thomas Bodley: Letter to his Librarian, 1604. [369:1] From the London edition, 10 volumes, 1835. Dr. Johnson, it is said, when he first heard of Boswell's intention to write a life of him, announced, with decision enough, that if he thought Boswell really meant to write his life he would prevent it by taking Boswell's!—Carlyle: Miscellanies, Jean Paul Frederic Richter. [370:1] I do not find that the age or country makes the least difference; no, nor the language the actor spoke, nor the religion which they professed,—whether Arab in the desert, or Frenchman in the Academy. I see that sensible men and conscientious men all over the world were of one religion of well-doing and daring.—Emerson: The Preacher. Lectures and Biographical Sketches, p. 215. [371:1] Every investigation which is guided by principles of nature fixes its ultimate aim entirely on gratifying the stomach.—AthenÆus: Book vii. chap. ii. [371:2] Mr. Kremlin was distinguished for ignorance; for he had only one idea, and that was wrong.—Disraeli: Sybil, book iv. chap. 5. [372:1] See Herbert, page 205. Do not be troubled by Saint Bernard's saying that hell is full of good intentions and wills.—Francis de Sales: Spiritual Letters. Letter xii. (Translated by the author of "A Dominican Artist.") 1605. [372:2] Scire ubi aliquid invenire possis, ea demum maxima pars eruditionis est (To know where you can find anything, that in short is the largest part of learning).—Anonymous. [372:3] Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn. Shenstone: Written on a Window of an Inn. [373:1] Chapter xlii. is still shorter: "There are no owls of any kind in the whole island." [374:1] I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.—Edward Moore: The Gamester, act ii. sc. 2. 1753. [374:2] Usually quoted as "When a nobleman writes a book, he ought to be encouraged." [374:3] I have not loved the world, nor the world me.—Byron: Childe Harold, canto iii. stanza 113. [375:1] A parody on "Who rules o'er freemen should himself be free," from Brooke's "Gustavus Vasa," first edition. [375:2] Carried about with every wind of doctrine.—Ephesians iv. 14. [375:3] Elsewhere found, "I put my hat." [375:4] A parody on Percy's "Hermit of Warkworth." [376:1] This is the composition of Johnson, founded on some note or statement of the actual speech. Johnson said, "That speech I wrote in a garret, in Exeter Street." Boswell: Life of Johnson, 1741.
[377] LORD LYTTLETON. 1709-1773. For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot. Prologue to Thomson's Coriolanus. Women, like princes, find few real friends. Advice to a Lady. What is your sex's earliest, latest care, Your heart's supreme ambition? To be fair. Advice to a Lady. The lover in the husband may be lost. Advice to a Lady. How much the wife is dearer than the bride. An Irregular Ode. None without hope e'er lov'd the brightest fair, But love can hope where reason would despair. Epigram. Where none admire, 't is useless to excel; Where none are beaux, 't is vain to be a belle. Soliloquy on a Beauty in the Country. Alas! by some degree of woe We every bliss must gain; The heart can ne'er a transport know That never feels a pain. Song.
EDWARD MOORE. 1712-1757. Can't I another's face commend, And to her virtues be a friend, But instantly your forehead lowers, As if her merit lessen'd yours? The Farmer, the Spaniel, and the Cat. Fable ix. [378] The maid who modestly conceals Her beauties, while she hides, reveals; Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws Whate'er the Grecian Venus was. The Spider and the Bee. Fable x. But from the hoop's bewitching round, Her very shoe has power to wound. The Spider and the Bee. Fable x. Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. The Happy Marriage. I am rich beyond the dreams of avarice.[378:1] The Gamester. Act ii. Sc. 2. 'T is now the summer of your youth. Time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. The Gamester. Act iii. Sc. 4. Labour for his pains.[378:2] The Boy and the Rainbow.
LAURENCE STERNE. 1713-1768. Go, poor devil, get thee gone! Why should I hurt thee? This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me. Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. ii. chap. xii. Great wits jump.[378:3] Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. ix. "Our armies swore terribly in Flanders," cried my Uncle Toby, "but nothing to this." Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. xi. Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world, though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst, the cant of criticism is the most tormenting! Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. iii. Chap. xii. [379] The accusing spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in; and the recording angel as he wrote it down dropped a tear upon the word and blotted it out forever.[379:1] Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vi. Chap. viii. I am sick as a horse. Tristram Shandy (orig. ed.). Vol. vii. Chap. xi. "They order," said I, "this matter better in France." Sentimental Journey. Page 1. I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba and cry, "'T is all barren!" In the Street. Calais. God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.[379:2] Maria. "Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still, Slavery," said I, "still thou art a bitter draught." The Passport. The Hotel at Paris. The sad vicissitude of things.[379:3] Sermon xvi. Trust that man in nothing who has not a conscience in everything. Sermon xxvii. Footnotes [378:3] Great wits jump.—Byrom: The Nimmers. Buckingham: The Chances, act. iv. sc. 1. Good wits jump.—Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. Chap. xxxviii. [379:1] But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in. Campbell: Pleasures of Hope, part ii. line 357. [379:2] Dieu mÉsure le froid À la brebis tondue (God measures the cold to the shorn lamb).—Henri Estienne (1594): PrÉmices, etc. p. 47. See Herbert, page 206. [379:3] Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.—R. Gifford: Contemplation.
WILLIAM SHENSTONE. 1714-1763. Whoe'er has travell'd life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.[379:4] Written on a Window of an Inn. [380] So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return. A Pastoral. Part i. I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed. A Pastoral. Part i. My banks they are furnish'd with bees, Whose murmur invites one to sleep. A Pastoral. Part ii. Hope. For seldom shall she hear a tale So sad, so tender, and so true. Jemmy Dawson. Her cap, far whiter than the driven snow, Emblems right meet of decency does yield. The Schoolmistress. Stanza 6. Pun-provoking thyme. The Schoolmistress. Stanza 11. A little bench of heedless bishops here, And there a chancellor in embryo. The Schoolmistress. Stanza 28. Footnotes [379:4] See Johnson, page 372. Archbishop Leighton often said that if he were to choose a place to die in, it should be an inn.—Works, vol. i. p. 76.
JOHN BROWN. 1715-1766. Now let us thank the Eternal Power: convinced That Heaven but tries our virtue by affliction,— That oft the cloud which wraps the present hour Serves but to brighten all our future days. Barbarossa. Act v. Sc. 3. And coxcombs vanquish Berkeley by a grin. An Essay on Satire, occasioned by the Death of Mr. Pope.[380:1] Footnotes [380:1] Anderson: British Poets, vol. x. p. 879. See note in "Contemporary Review," September, 1867, p. 4.
JAMES TOWNLEY. 1715-1778. Kitty. Shikspur? Shikspur? Who wrote it? No, I never read Shikspur. Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to come. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1. From humble Port to imperial Tokay. High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.
[381] THOMAS GRAY. 1716-1771. What female heart can gold despise? What cat 's averse to fish? On the death of a Favourite Cat. A fav'rite has no friend! On the death of a Favourite Cat. Ye distant spires, ye antique towers. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 1. Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 2. They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 4. Gay hope is theirs by fancy fed, Less pleasing when possest; The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 5. Alas! regardless of their doom, The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come, Nor care beyond to-day. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6. Ah, tell them they are men! On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 6. And moody madness laughing wild Amid severest woe. On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 8. To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,— The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, [382]And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.[382:1] On a Distant Prospect of Eton College. Stanza 10. Daughter of Jove, relentless power, Thou tamer of the human breast, Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour The bad affright, afflict the best! Hymn to Adversity. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The Progress of Poesy. I. 1, Line 3. Glance their many-twinkling feet. The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 11. O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.[382:2] The Progress of Poesy. I. 3, Line 16. Her track, where'er the goddess roves, Glory pursue, and gen'rous shame, Th' unconquerable mind,[382:3] and freedom's holy flame. The Progress of Poesy. II. 2, Line 10. Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears. The Progress of Poesy. III. 1, Line 12. He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night. The Progress of Poesy. III. 2, Line 4. Bright-eyed Fancy, hov'ring o'er, Scatters from her pictured urn Thoughts that breathe and words that burn.[382:4] The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 2. Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,—but far above the great. The Progress of Poesy. III. 3, Line 16. [383] Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state. The Bard. I. 1, Line 1. Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air.[383:1] The Bard. I. 2, Line 5. To high-born Hoel's harp, or soft Llewellyn's lay. The Bard. I. 2, Line 14. Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes; Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.[383:2] The Bard. I. 3, Line 12. Weave the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room and verge enough[383:3] The characters of hell to trace. The Bard. II. 1, Line 1. Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows; While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey. The Bard. II. 2, Line 9. Ye towers of Julius, London's lasting shame, With many a foul and midnight murder fed. The Bard. II. 3, Line 11. Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul! The Bard. III. 1, Line 11. And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest. The Bard. III. 3, Line 3. Comus and his midnight crew. Ode for Music. Line 2. While bright-eyed Science watches round. Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3. The still small voice of gratitude. Ode for Music. V. Line 8. [384] Iron sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darken'd air. The Fatal Sisters. Line 3. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea,[384:1] The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 1. Each in his narrow cell forever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 4. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 5. Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 8. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 9. Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 10. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 11. Hands that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 12. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;[384:2] Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13. [385] Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.[385:1] Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 14. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 15. The applause of list'ning senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 16. Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 17. Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.[385:2] Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 19. Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 20. And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 21. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind? Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 22. E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.[385:3] Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 23. [386] Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 25. One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his fav'rite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he. Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 28. Here rests his head upon the lap of earth, A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair Science frown'd not on his humble birth, And Melancholy mark'd him for her own.[386:1] The Epitaph. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to mis'ry (all he had) a tear, He gained from Heav'n ('t was all he wish'd) a friend. The Epitaph. No further seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode (There they alike in trembling hope repose), The bosom of his Father and his God. The Epitaph. And weep the more, because I weep in vain. Sonnet. On the Death of Mr. West. Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages that lead to nothing. A Long Story. The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 45. The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 53. And hie him home, at evening's close, To sweet repast and calm repose. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 87. [387] From toil he wins his spirits light, From busy day the peaceful night; Rich, from the very want of wealth, In heaven's best treasures, peace and health. Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude. Line 93. The social smile, the sympathetic tear. Education and Government. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.[387:1] Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune; He had not the method of making a fortune. On his own Character. Now as the Paradisiacal pleasures of the Mahometans consist in playing upon the flute and lying with Houris, be mine to read eternal new romances of Marivaux and Crebillon. To Mr. West. Letter iv. Third Series. Footnotes [382:1] See Davenant, page 217. He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.—Ecclesiastes i. 18. [382:2] The light of love.—Byron: Bride of Abydos, canto i. stanza 6. [382:3] Unconquerable mind.—Wordsworth: To Toussaint L' Ouverture. [384:1] The first edition reads,— "The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea." [385:1] See Young, page 311. Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.—Churchill: Gotham, book ii. line 20. [385:2] Usually quoted "even tenor of their way." [387:1] This was intended to be introduced in the "Alliance of Education and Government."—Mason's edition of Gray, vol. iii. p. 114.
DAVID GARRICK. 1716-1779. Corrupted freemen are the worst of slaves. Prologue to the Gamesters. Their cause I plead,—plead it in heart and mind; A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.[387:2] Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776. Prologues like compliments are loss of time; 'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme. Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia. Let others hail the rising sun: I bow to that whose course is run.[387:3] On the Death of Mr. Pelham. [388] This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet. Jupiter and Mercury. Hearts of oak are our ships, Hearts of oak are our men.[388:1] Hearts of Oak. Here lies James Quinn. Deign, reader, to be taught, Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, In Nature's happiest mould however cast, To this complexion thou must come at last. Epitaph on Quinn. Murphy's Life of Garrick, Vol. ii. p. 38. Are these the choice dishes the Doctor has sent us? Is this the great poet whose works so content us? This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books? Heaven sends us good meat, but the Devil sends cooks?[388:2] Epigram on Goldsmith's Retaliation. Vol. ii. p. 157. Here lies Nolly Goldsmith, for shortness called Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll. Impromptu Epitaph on Goldsmith. Footnotes [387:3] Pompey bade Sylla recollect that more worshipped the rising than the setting sun.—Plutarch: Life of Pompey. [388:1] Our ships were British oak, And hearts of oak our men. S. J. Arnold: Death of Nelson.
WILLIAM B. RHODES. Circa 1790. Who dares this pair of boots displace, Must meet Bombastes face to face.[388:3] Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4. Bom. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore A hungry lion give a grievous roar; The grievous roar echoed along the shore. Artax. So have I heard on Afric's burning shore Another lion give a grievous roar; And the first lion thought the last a bore. Bombastes Furioso. Act i. Sc. 4. Footnotes [388:3] Let none but he these arms displace, Who dares Orlando's fury face. Cervantes: Don Quixote, part ii. chap. lxvi. Ray: Proverbs. Thomas: English Prose Romance, page 85.
[389] MRS. GREVILLE.[389:1] Circa 1793. Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turning, trembles too. A Prayer for Indifference. Footnotes [389:1] The pretty Fanny Macartney.—Walpole: Memoirs.
HORACE WALPOLE. 1717-1797. Harry Vane, Pulteney's toad-eater, Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1742. The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those who feel. Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1770. A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not misbecome a monarch.[389:2] Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1774. The whole [Scotch] nation hitherto has been void of wit and humour, and even incapable of relishing it.[389:3] Letter to Sir Horace Mann, 1778. Footnotes [389:2] A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the wisest men. Anonymous. [389:3] It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch understanding.—Sydney Smith: Lady Holland's Memoir, vol i. p. 15.
WILLIAM COLLINS. 1720-1756. In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong. Ode to Simplicity. Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.[389:4] Oriental Eclogues. 1, Line 5. How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes bless'd! Ode written in the year 1746. By fairy hands their knell is rung;[389:5] By forms unseen their dirge is sung; [390]There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there! Ode written in the year 1746. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. The Passions. Line 1. Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. The Passions. Line 10. 'T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild. The Passions. Line 28. In notes by distance made more sweet.[390:1] The Passions. Line 60. In hollow murmurs died away. The Passions. Line 68. O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid! The Passions. Line 95. In yonder grave a Druid lies. Death of Thomson. Too nicely Jonson knew the critic's part; Nature in him was almost lost in Art. To Sir Thomas Hammer on his Edition of Shakespeare. Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed, Belov'd till life can charm no more, And mourn'd till Pity's self be dead. Dirge in Cymbeline. Footnotes [389:5] Var. By hands unseen the knell is rung; By fairy forms their dirge is sung. [390:1] Sweetest melodies Are those that are by distance made more sweet. Wordsworth: Personal Talk, stanza 2.
JAMES MERRICK. 1720-1769. Not what we wish, but what we want, Oh, let thy grace supply![390:2] Hymn. Oft has it been my lot to mark A proud, conceited, talking spark. The Chameleon. Footnotes [390:2] ?? ?? ??????' ? ????' ???' ? s?f??e? (Let not that happen which I wish, but that which is right).—Menander: Fragment.
[391] SAMUEL FOOTE. 1720-1777. He made him a hut, wherein he did put The carcass of Robinson Crusoe. O poor Robinson Crusoe! The Mayor of Garratt. Act i. Sc. 1. Born in a cellar, and living in a garret.[391:1] The Author. Act ii. Footnotes [391:1] See Congreve, page 294. Born in the garret, in the kitchen bred.—Byron: A Sketch.
JAMES FORDYCE. 1720-1796. Henceforth the majesty of God revere; Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.[391:2] Answer to a Gentleman who apologized to the Author for Swearing. Footnotes [391:2] Je crains Dieu, cher Abner, et n'ai point d'autre crainte (I fear God, dear Abner, and I have no other fear).—Racine: Athalie, act i. sc. 1 (1639-1699). From Piety, whose soul sincere Fears God, and knows no other fear. W. Smyth: Ode for the Installation of the Duke of Gloucester as Chancellor of Cambridge.
MARK AKENSIDE. 1721-1770. Such and so various are the tastes of men. Pleasures of the Imagination. Book iii. Line 567. Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre. Ode. On a Sermon against Glory. Stanza ii. The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise. Epistle to Curio. Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys. The Virtuoso. Stanza x.
[392] TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721-1771. Thy spirit, Independence, let me share; Lord of the lion heart and eagle eye, Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Ode to Independence. Thy fatal shafts unerring move, I bow before thine altar, Love! Roderick Random. Chap. xl. Facts are stubborn things.[392:1] Translation of Gil Blas. Book x. Chap. 1. Footnotes [392:1] Facts are stubborn things.—Elliot: Essay on Field Husbandry, p. 35 (1747).
SIR WILLIAM BLACKSTONE. 1723-1780. The royal navy of England hath ever been its greatest defence and ornament; it is its ancient and natural strength,—the floating bulwark of our island. Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xiii. § 418. Time whereof the memory of man runneth not to the contrary. Commentaries. Vol. i. Book i. Chap. xviii. § 472.
JOHN HOME. 1724-1808. In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords. Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. I 'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides. Douglas. Act i. Sc. 1. My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. Douglas. Act ii. Sc. 1. A rude and boisterous captain of the sea. Douglas. Act iv. Sc. 1. Like Douglas conquer, or like Douglas die. Douglas. Act v. Sc. 1.
[393] WILLIAM MASON. 1725-1797. The fattest hog in Epicurus' sty.[393:1] Heroic Epistle. Footnotes [393:1] Me pinguem et nitidum bene curata cute vises, ....Epicuri de grege porcum (You may see me, fat and shining, with well-cared for hide,—...a hog from Epicurus' herd).—Horace: EpistolÆ, lib. i. iv. 15, 16.
RICHARD GIFFORD. 1725-1807. Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings; Nor, as she turns the giddy wheel around,[393:2] Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things.[393:3] Contemplation. Footnotes [393:2] Thus altered by Johnson,— All at her work the village maiden sings, Nor, while she turns the giddy wheel around.
ARTHUR MURPHY. 1727-1805. Thus far we run before the wind. The Apprentice. Act v. Sc. 1. Above the vulgar flight of common souls. Zenobia. Act v. Picked up his crumbs. The Upholsterer. Act i.
JANE ELLIOTT. 1727-1805. The flowers of the forest are a' wide awae.[393:4] The Flowers of the Forest. Footnotes [393:4] This line appears in the "Flowers of the Forest," part second, a later poem by Mrs. Cockburn. See Dyce's "Specimens of British Poetesses," p. 374.
[394] OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po. The Traveller. Line 1. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. The Traveller. Line 7. And learn the luxury of doing good.[394:1] The Traveller. Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. The Traveller. Line 26. These little things are great to little man. The Traveller. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! The Traveller. Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,— His first, best country ever is at home. The Traveller. Line 73. Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. The Traveller. Line 91. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. The Traveller. Line 126. The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.[394:2] The Traveller. Line 137. By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child. The Traveller. Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. The Traveller. Line 172. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. The Traveller. Line 185. So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more. The Traveller. Line 217. [395] Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. The Traveller. Line 251. They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem, Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.[395:1] The Traveller. Line 266. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. The Traveller. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.[395:2] The Traveller. Line 327. The land of scholars and the nurse of arms. The Traveller. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil. The Traveller. Line 372. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. The Traveller. Line 386. Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes beyond the western main; Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around, And Niagara stuns with thundering sound. The Traveller. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind. The Traveller. Line 423. Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.[395:3] The Traveller. Line 436. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. The Deserted Village. Line 1. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. The Deserted Village. Line 13. [396] The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. The Deserted Village. Line 29. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish or may fade,— A breath can make them, as a breath has made;[396:1] But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. The Deserted Village. Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. The Deserted Village. Line 61. How blest is he who crowns in shades like these A youth of labour with an age of ease! The Deserted Village. Line 99. While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. The Deserted Village. Line 110. The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. The Deserted Village. Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year. The Deserted Village. Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won. The Deserted Village. Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings lean'd to Virtue's side. The Deserted Village. Line 161. And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay, Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way. The Deserted Village. Line 167. [397] Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.[397:1] The Deserted Village. Line 179. Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. The Deserted Village. Line 183. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,— Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. The Deserted Village. Line 189. Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'T was certain he could write and cipher too. The Deserted Village. Line 199. In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and thundering sound Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around; And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all he knew. The Deserted Village. Line 209. Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round. The Deserted Village. Line 223. The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,— A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.[397:2] The Deserted Village. Line 227. [398] The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.[398:1] The Deserted Village. Line 232. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. The Deserted Village. Line 253. And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy. The Deserted Village. Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. The Deserted Village. Line 329. Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe. The Deserted Village. Line 344. In all the silent manliness of grief. The Deserted Village. Line 384. O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree! The Deserted Village. Line 385. Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. The Deserted Village. Line 413. Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It 's like sending them ruffles when wanting a shirt.[398:2] The Haunch of Venison. As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.[398:3] The Captivity. Act i. To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.[398:4] The Captivity. Act ii. [399] Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way;[399:1] And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. The Captivity. Act ii. Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree! Retaliation. Line 11. Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt. Retaliation. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who too deep for his hearers still went on refining, And thought of convincing while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit. Retaliation. Line 31. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Retaliation. Line 46. A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Retaliation. Line 63. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Retaliation. Line 93. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Retaliation. Line 96. On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting; 'T was only that when he was off he was acting. Retaliation. Line 101. He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Retaliation. Line 107. Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please. Retaliation. Line 112. [400] When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff, He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff. Retaliation. Line 145. The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.[400:1] Postscript. Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word From those who spoke her praise. Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize.[400:2] The king himself has followed her When she has walk'd before. Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize. A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes. Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. The dog, to gain his private ends, Went mad, and bit the man. Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.[400:3] Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog. [401] A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,— A cap by night, a stocking all the day.[401:1] Description of an Author's Bed-chamber. This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.[401:2] The Good-Natured Man. Act i. All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them. The Good-Natured Man. Act i. Silence gives consent.[401:3] The Good-Natured Man. Act ii. Measures, not men, have always been my mark.[401:4] The Good-Natured Man. Act ii. I love everything that 's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.[401:5] She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. The very pink of perfection. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. The genteel thing is the genteel thing any time, if as be that a gentleman bees in a concatenation accordingly. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. I 'll be with you in the squeezing of a lemon. She Stoops to Conquer. Act i. Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs. She Stoops to Conquer. Act iii. We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i. Handsome is that handsome does.[401:6] Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. i. The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the [402]essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii. I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too. Vicar of Wakefield. Chap. vii. Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 1. Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them.[402:1] The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 6. Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.[402:2] The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 8. And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep? The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 19. The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too. The Hermit. Chap. viii. Stanza 33. By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat. The Hermit. Chap. ix. They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses. The Hermit. Chap. ix. It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.[402:3] The Hermit. Chap. x. To what happy accident[402:4] is it that we owe so unexpected a visit? The Hermit. Chap. xix. [403] When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away? The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv. The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is—to die. The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxiv. To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. The Hermit. On Woman. Chap. xxi. For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.[403:1] The Art of Poetry on a New Plan (1761). Vol. ii. p. 147. One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title-page, another works away the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.[403:2] The Bee. No. 1, Oct. 6, 1759. The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.[403:3] The Bee. No. iii. Oct. 20, 1759. Footnotes [394:1] See Garth, page 295. Crabbe: Tales of the Hall, book iii. Graves: The Epicure. [395:1] The character of the French. [395:3] When Davies asked for an explanation of "Luke's iron crown," Goldsmith referred him to a book called "GÉographie Curieuse," and added that by "Damien's bed of steel" he meant the rack.—Granger: Letters, (1805), p. 52. [396:1] See Pope, page 329. C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut dÉtruire, et qu'un souffle a produit (It is a shining glass, which a breath may destroy, and which a breath has produced).—De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). [397:2] A cap by night, a stocking all the day—Goldsmith: A Description of an Author's Bed-Chamber. [398:1] The twelve good rules were ascribed to King Charles I.: 1. Urge no healths. 2. Profane no divine ordinances. 3. Touch no state matters. 4. Reveal no secrets. 5. Pick no quarrels. 6. Make no comparisons. 7. Maintain no ill opinions. 8. Keep no bad company. 9. Encourage no vice. 10. Make no long meals. 11. Repeat no grievances. 12. Lay no wagers. [398:4] The wretch condemn'd with life to part Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bid expectation rise. Original MS. [399:1] Hope, like the taper's gleamy light, Adorns the wretch's way. Original MS. [400:2] Written in imitation of "Chanson sur le fameux La Palisse," which is attributed to Bernard de la Monnoye:— On dit que dans ses amours Il fut caressÉ des belles, Qui le suivirent toujours, Tant qu'il marcha devant elles (They say that in his love affairs he was petted by beauties, who always followed him as long as he walked before them). [400:3] While Fell was reposing himself in the hay, A reptile concealed bit his leg as he lay; But, all venom himself, of the wound he made light, And got well, while the scorpion died of the bite. Lessing: Paraphrase of a Greek Epigram by Demodocus. [401:2] Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils, but present evils triumph over it.—Rochefoucauld: Maxim 22. [401:3] Ray: Proverbs. Fuller: Wise Sentences. ??t? d? t? s???? ????????t?? ?st? s??.—Euripides: Iph. Aul., 1142. [401:4] Measures, not men.—Chesterfield: Letter, Mar. 6, 1742. Not men, but measures.—Burke: Present Discontents. [402:3] An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit.—Pliny the Younger: Letters, book ii. letter xv. 1. [403:1] See Butler, pages 215, 216. [403:2] There are two things which I am confident I can do very well: one is an introduction to any literary work, stating what it is to contain, and how it should be executed in the most perfect manner. Boswell: Life of Johnson, An. 1775.
THOMAS WARTON. 1728-1790. All human race, from China to Peru,[403:4] Pleasure, howe'er disguis'd by art, pursue. Universal Love of Pleasure. Nor rough, nor barren, are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strewn with flowers. Written on a Blank Leaf of Dugdale's Monasticon.
[404] THOMAS PERCY. 1728-1811. Every white will have its blacke, And every sweet its soure. Reliques of Ancient Poetry. Sir Cauline. Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone, Wi' the auld moon in hir arme.[404:1] Sir Patrick Spens. He that had neyther been kith nor kin Might have seen a full fayre sight. Guy of Gisborne. Have you not heard these many years ago Jeptha was judge of Israel? He had one only daughter and no mo, The which he loved passing well; And as by lott, God wot, It so came to pass, As God's will was.[404:2] Jepthah, Judge of Israel. A Robyn, Jolly Robyn, Tell me how thy leman does.[404:3] A Robyn, Jolly Robyn. Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, There music with her silver sound[404:4] With spede is wont to send redresse. A Song to the Lute in Musicke. [405] The blinded boy that shootes so trim, From heaven downe did hie.[405:1] King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid. "What is thy name, faire maid?" quoth he. "Penelophon, O King!" quoth she.[405:2] King Cophetua and the Beggar-maid. And how should I know your true love From many another one? Oh, by his cockle hat and staff, And by his sandal shoone. The Friar of Orders Gray. O Lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he 's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone.[405:3] The Friar of Orders Gray. Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more! Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.[405:4] The Friar of Orders Gray. Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine; For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe.[405:5] The Friar of Orders Gray. He that would not when he might, He shall not when he wolda.[405:6] The Friar of Orders Gray. [406] We 'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we 'll be good.[406:1] Winifreda (1720). And when with envy Time, transported, Shall think to rob us of our joys, You 'll in your girls again be courted, And I 'll go wooing in my boys. Winifreda (1720). King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a croune; He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor loune. He was a wight of high renowne, And those but of a low degree; Itt 's pride that putts the countrye doune, Then take thine old cloake about thee.[406:2] Take thy old Cloak about Thee. A poore soule sat sighing under a sycamore tree; Oh willow, willow, willow! With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee, Oh willow, willow, willow![406:3] Willow, willow, willow. When Arthur first in court began, And was approved king.[406:4] Sir Launcelot du Lake. Shall I bid her goe? What if I doe? Shall I bid her goe and spare not? Oh no, no, no! I dare not.[406:5] Corydon's Farewell to Phillis. [407] But in vayne shee did conjure him To depart her presence soe; Having a thousand tongues to allure him, And but one to bid him goe. Dulcina. Footnotes [404:1] I saw the new moon late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm. From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border. [404:2] "As by lot, God wot;" and then you know, "It came to pass, as most like it was."—Shakespeare: Hamlet, act ii. sc. 2. [404:3] Hey, Robin, Jolly Robin, Tell me how thy lady does. Shakespeare: Twelfth Night, act iv. sc. 2. [404:4] When griping grief heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound. Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, act iv. sc. 5. [405:1] Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet, act ii. sc. 1. [405:2] Shakespeare, who alludes to this ballad in "Love's Labour's Lost," act iv. sc. 1, gives the beggar's name Zenelophon. The story of the king and the beggar is also alluded to in "King Richard II.," act v. sc. 3. [405:3] Quoted in "Hamlet," act iv. sc. 3. [405:6] See Heywood, page 9. He that will not when he may, When he would, he should have nay. Cervantes: Don Quixote, part i. book iii. chap. iv. [406:1] See Chapman, page 37. Nobilitas sola est atque unica virtus (Nobility is the one only virtue).—Juvenal: Satire viii. line 20. [406:2] The first stanza is quoted in full, and the last line of the second, by Shakespeare in "Othello," act ii. sc. 3. [406:3] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow. Othello, act iv. sc. 3. [406:4] Quoted by Shakespeare in Second Part of "Henry IV.," act ii. sc. 4. [406:5] Quoted by Shakespeare in "Twelfth Night," act ii. sc. 3.
EDMUND BURKE. 1729-1797. The writers against religion, whilst they oppose every system, are wisely careful never to set up any of their own. A Vindication of Natural Society.[407:1] Preface, vol. i. p. 7. "War," says Machiavel, "ought to be the only study of a prince;" and by a prince he means every sort of state, however constituted. "He ought," says this great political doctor, "to consider peace only as a breathing-time, which gives him leisure to contrive, and furnishes ability to execute military plans." A meditation on the conduct of political societies made old Hobbes imagine that war was the state of nature. A Vindication of Natural Society. Vol. i. p. 15. I am convinced that we have a degree of delight, and that no small one, in the real misfortunes and pains of others.[407:2] On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xiv. vol. 1. p. 118. Custom reconciles us to everything. On the Sublime and Beautiful. Sect. xviii. vol. i. p. 231. There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue. Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation. Vol. i. p. 273. The wisdom of our ancestors.[407:3] Observations on a Late Publication on the Present State of the Nation. Vol. i. p. 516. Also in the Discussion on the Traitorous Correspondence Bill, 1793. [408] Illustrious predecessor.[408:1] Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 456. In such a strait the wisest may well be perplexed and the boldest staggered. Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 516. When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle. Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 526. Of this stamp is the cant of, Not men, but measures.[408:2] Thoughts on the Cause of the Present Discontents. Vol. i. p. 531. The concessions of the weak are the concessions of fear. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 108. There is America, which at this day serves for little more than to amuse you with stories of savage men and uncouth manners, yet shall, before you taste of death, show itself equal to the whole of that commerce which now attracts the envy of the world. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 115. Fiction lags after truth, invention is unfruitful, and imagination cold and barren. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 116. A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet hardened into the bone of manhood. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 117. A wise and salutary neglect. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 117. My vigour relents,—I pardon something to the spirit of liberty. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 118. The religion most prevalent in our northern colonies is a refinement on the principles of resistance: it is the dissidence of dissent, and the protestantism of the Protestant religion. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 123. I do not know the method of drawing up an indictment against a whole people. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 136. The march of the human mind is slow.[408:3] Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 149. [409] All government,—indeed, every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue and every prudent act,—is founded on compromise and barter. Speech on the Conciliation of America. Vol. ii. p. 169. The worthy gentleman who has been snatched from us at the moment of the election, and in the middle of the contest, whilst his desires were as warm and his hopes as eager as ours, has feelingly told us what shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue. Speech at Bristol on Declining the Poll. Vol. ii. p. 420. They made and recorded a sort of institute and digest of anarchy, called the Rights of Man. On the Army Estimates. Vol iii. p. 221. People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 274. You had that action and counteraction which, in the natural and in the political world, from the reciprocal struggle of discordant powers draws out the harmony of the universe.[409:1] Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 277. It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the Dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in,—glittering like the morning star full of life and splendour and joy....Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men,—in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from [410]their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 331. The unbought grace of life, the cheap defence of nations, the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise is gone. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 331. That chastity of honour which felt a stain like a wound. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332. Vice itself lost half its evil by losing all its grossness. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 332. Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 334. Learning will be cast into the mire and trodden down under the hoofs of a swinish multitude.[410:1] Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 335. Because half-a-dozen grasshoppers under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposed beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do not imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the field; that of course they are many in number; or that, after all, they are other than the little shrivelled, meagre, hopping, though loud and troublesome insects of the hour. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 344. In their nomination to office they will not appoint to the exercise of authority as to a pitiful job, but as to a holy function. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 356. The men of England,—the men, I mean, of light and leading in England. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 365. [411] He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper. Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 453. To execute laws is a royal office; to execute orders is not to be a king. However, a political executive magistracy, though merely such, is a great trust.[411:1] Reflections on the Revolution in France. Vol. iii. p. 497. You can never plan the future by the past.[411:2] Letter to a Member of the National Assembly. Vol. iv. p. 55. The cold neutrality of an impartial judge. Preface to Brissot's Address. Vol. v. p. 67. And having looked to Government for bread, on the very first scarcity they will turn and bite the hand that fed them.[411:3] Thoughts and Details on Scarcity. Vol. v. p. 156. All men that are ruined, are ruined on the side of their natural propensities. Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 286. All those instances to be found in history, whether real or fabulous, of a doubtful public spirit, at which morality is perplexed, reason is staggered, and from which affrighted Nature recoils, are their chosen and almost sole examples for the instruction of their youth. Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 311. Example is the school of mankind, and they will learn at no other. Letter i. On a Regicide Peace. Vol. v. p. 331. Early and provident fear is the mother of safety. Speech on the Petition of the Unitarians. Vol. vii. p. 50. There never was a bad man that had ability for good service. Speech in opening the Impeachment of Warren Hastings. Third Day. Vol. x. p. 54. The people never give up their liberties but under some delusion. Speech at County Meeting of Bucks, 1784. [412] I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard than in the tomb of the Capulets.[412:1] Letter to Matthew Smith. It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.[412:2] Prior's Life of Burke.[412:3] He was not merely a chip of the old block, but the old block itself.[412:4] On Pitt's First Speech, Feb. 26, 1781. From Wraxall's Memoirs, First Series, vol. i. p. 342. Footnotes [407:2] In the adversity of our best friends we always find something which is not wholly displeasing to us.—Rochefoucauld: Reflections, xv. [407:3] Lord Brougham says of Bacon, "He it was who first employed the well-known phrase of 'the wisdom of our ancestors.'" Sydney Smith: Plymley's Letters, letter v. Lord Eldon: On Sir Samuel Romilly's Bill, 1815. Cicero: De Legibus, ii. 2, 3. [408:3] The march of intellect.—Southey: Progress and Prospects of Society, vol. ii. p. 360. [409:1] Quid velit et possit rerum concordia discors (What the discordant harmony of circumstances would and could effect).—Horace: Epistle i. 12, 19. Mr. Breen, in his "Modern English Literature," says: "This remarkable thought Alison the historian has turned to good account; it occurs so often in his disquisitions that he seems to have made it the staple of all wisdom and the basis of every truth." [410:1] This expression was tortured to mean that he actually thought the people no better than swine; and the phrase "the swinish multitude" was bruited about in every form of speech and writing, in order to excite popular indignation. [411:2] I know no way of judging of the future but by the past.—Patrick Henry: Speech in the Virginia Convention, March, 1775. [411:3] We set ourselves to bite the hand that feeds us.— Cause of the Present Discontents, vol. i. p. 439. [412:1] Family vault of "all the Capulets."—Reflections on the Revolution in France, vol. iii. p. 349. [412:2] When Croft's "Life of Dr. Young" was spoken of as a good imitation of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a good imitation of Johnson; it has all his pomp without his force; it has all the nodosities of the oak, without its strength; it has all the contortions of the sibyl, without the inspiration."—Prior: Life of Burke. The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.—Junius: Letter No. viii. To Sir W. Draper. [412:3] At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps as he thought to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, "I say ditto to Mr. Burke! I say ditto to Mr. Burke!"—Prior: Life of Burke, p. 152.
CHARLES CHURCHILL. 1731-1764. He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. The Rosciad. Line 322. But, spite of all the criticising elves, Those who would make us feel—must feel themselves.[412:5] The Rosciad. Line 961. Who to patch up his fame, or fill his purse, Still pilfers wretched plans, and makes them worse; [413]Like gypsies, lest the stolen brat be known, Defacing first, then claiming for his own.[413:1] The Apology. Line 232. No statesman e'er will find it worth his pains To tax our labours and excise our brains. Night. Line 271. Apt alliteration 's artful aid. The Prophecy of Famine. Line 86. There webs were spread of more than common size, And half-starved spiders prey'd on half-starved flies. The Prophecy of Famine. Line 327. With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. Epistle to William Hogarth. Line 645. Men the most infamous are fond of fame, And those who fear not guilt yet start at shame. The Author. Line 233. Be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.[413:2] The Farewell. Line 27. Wherever waves can roll, and winds can blow.[413:3] The Farewell. Line 38. Footnotes [412:5] Si vis me flere, dolendum est Primum ipsi tibi (If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief). Horace: Ars Poetica, v. 102. [413:1] Steal! to be sure they may; and, egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children,—disguise them to make 'em pass for their own.—Sheridan: The Critic, act. i. sc. i. [413:2] England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country! Cowper: The Task, book ii. The Timepiece, line 206. [413:3] Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam.—Byron: The Corsair, canto i. stanza 1.
WILLIAM COWPER. 1731-1800. Is base in kind, and born to be a slave. Table Talk. Line 28. As if the world and they were hand and glove. Table Talk. Line 173. Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose. Table Talk. Line 246. [414] Freedom has a thousand charms to show, That slaves, howe'er contented, never know. Table Talk. Line 260. Manner is all in all, whate'er is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit. Table Talk. Line 542. Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more. Table Talk. Line 556. Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy. Table Talk. Line 588. Low ambition and the thirst of praise.[414:1] Table Talk. Line 591. Made poetry a mere mechanic art. Table Talk. Line 654. Nature, exerting an unwearied power, Forms, opens, and gives scent to every flower; Spreads the fresh verdure of the field, and leads The dancing Naiads through the dewy meads. Table Talk. Line 690. Lights of the world, and stars of human race. The Progress of Error. Line 97. How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home! The Progress of Error. Line 415. Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true,— A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew. Truth. Line 327. The sounding jargon of the schools.[414:2] Truth. Line 367. When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'T is e'en as if an angel shook his wings. Charity. Line 435. A fool must now and then be right by chance. Conversation. Line 96. [415] He would not, with a peremptory tone, Assert the nose upon his face his own. Conversation. Line 121. A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me,—and no other can. Conversation. Line 193. Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys, Unfriendly to society's chief joys: Thy worst effect is banishing for hours The sex whose presence civilizes ours. Conversation. Line 251. I cannot talk with civet in the room, A fine puss-gentleman that 's all perfume. Conversation. Line 283. The solemn fop; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.[415:1] Conversation. Line 299. His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.[415:2] Conversation. Line 303. Our wasted oil unprofitably burns, Like hidden lamps in old sepulchral urns.[415:3] Conversation. Line 357. That good diffused may more abundant grow. Conversation. Line 443. A business with an income at its heels Furnishes always oil for its own wheels. Retirement. Line 614. Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd. Retirement. Line 623. An idler is a watch that wants both hands, As useless if it goes as if it stands. Retirement. Line 681. Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn. Retirement. Line 688. [416] Philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noah's ark. Retirement. Line 691. I praise the Frenchman,[416:1] his remark was shrewd,— How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. Retirement. Line 739. A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine. The Yearly Distress. I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute. Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard; Ne'er sigh'd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appear'd. Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged, arrows of light. Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. There goes the parson, O illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. On observing some Names of Little Note. But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. Human Frailty. And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile. The Rose. [417] 'T is Providence alone secures In every change both mine and yours. A Fable. Moral. I shall not ask Jean Jacques Rousseau If birds confabulate or no. Pairing Time Anticipated. Misses! the tale that I relate This lesson seems to carry,— Choose not alone a proper mate, But proper time to marry. Pairing Time Anticipated. That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. History of John Gilpin. A hat not much the worse for wear. History of John Gilpin. Now let us sing, Long live the king! And Gilpin, Long live he! And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see! History of John Gilpin. The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. To an Afflicted Protestant Lady. United yet divided, twain at once: So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.[417:1] The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 77. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds, Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 181. The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change And pleased with novelty, might be indulged. The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 506. Doing good, Disinterested good, is not our trade. The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 673. God made the country, and man made the town.[417:2] The Task. Book i. The Sofa. Line 749. [418] Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,[418:1] Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 1. Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else, Like kindred drops, been mingled into one. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 17. I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 29. Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free! They touch our country, and their shackles fall.[418:2] The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 40. Fast-anchor'd isle. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 151. England, with all thy faults I love thee still, My country![418:3] The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 206. Presume to lay their hand upon the ark Of her magnificent and awful cause. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 231. [419] Praise enough To fill the ambition of a private man, That Chatham's language was his mother tongue. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 235. There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.[419:1] The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 285. Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 363. Reading what they never wrote, Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 411. Whoe'er was edified, themselves were not. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 444. Variety 's the very spice of life.[419:2] The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 606. She that asks Her dear five hundred friends. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 642. His head, Not yet by time completely silver'd o'er, Bespoke him past the bounds of freakish youth, But strong for service still, and unimpair'd. The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece. Line 702. Domestic happiness, thou only bliss Of Paradise that has survived the fall! The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 41. Great contest follows, and much learned dust. The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 161. From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.[419:3] The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 188. [420] How various his employments whom the world Calls idle, and who justly in return Esteems that busy world an idler too! The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 352. Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. The Task. Book iii. The Garden. Line 566. I burn to set the imprison'd wranglers free, And give them voice and utterance once again. Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate[420:1] wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 34. Which not even critics criticise. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 51. What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations, and its vast concerns? The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 55. And Katerfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world,—to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86. While fancy, like the finger of a clock, Runs the great circuit, and is still at home. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 118. O Winter, ruler of the inverted year![420:2] The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 120. With spots quadrangular of diamond form, Ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, And spades, the emblems of untimely graves. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 217. In indolent vacuity of thought. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 297. It seems the part of wisdom. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 336. All learned, and all drunk! The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 478. [421] Gloriously drunk, obey the important call. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening, Line 510. Those golden times And those Arcadian scenes that Maro sings, And Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 514. The Frenchman's darling.[421:1] The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 765. Some must be great. Great offices will have Great talents. And God gives to every man The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill. The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 788. Silently as a dream the fabric rose, No sound of hammer or of saw was there.[421:2] The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 144. But war 's a game which were their subjects wise Kings would not play at. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 187. The beggarly last doit. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 316. As dreadful as the Manichean god, Adored through fear, strong only to destroy. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 444. He is the freeman whom the truth makes free. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 733. With filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all! The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 745. Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away. The Task. Book v. The Winter Morning Walk. Line 905. There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased. [422]With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave; Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies. How soft the music of those village bells Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet! The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 1. Here the heart May give a useful lesson to the head, And Learning wiser grow without his books. The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 85. Knowledge is proud that he has learn'd so much; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more. Books are not seldom talismans and spells. The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 96. Some to the fascination of a name Surrender judgment hoodwink'd. The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 101. I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. The Task. Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon. Line 560. An honest man, close-button'd to the chin, Broadcloth without, and a warm heart within. Epistle to Joseph Hill. Shine by the side of every path we tread With such a lustre, he that runs may read.[422:1] Tirocinium. Line 79. What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd! How sweet their memory still! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill. Walking with God. And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. Exhortation to Prayer. [423] God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm. Light shining out of Darkness. Behind a frowning providence He hides a shining face. Light shining out of Darkness. Beware of desperate steps! The darkest day, Live till to-morrow, will have pass'd away. The Needless Alarm. Moral. Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture. The son of parents pass'd into the skies. On the Receipt of my Mother's Picture. The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back,[423:1] His sense of your great merit,[423:2] Is such a friend that one had need Be very much his friend indeed To pardon or to bear it. On Friendship. A worm is in the bud of youth, And at the root of age. Stanzas subjoined to a Bill of Mortality. Toll for the brave!— The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave, Fast by their native shore! On the Loss of the Royal George. There is a bird who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow. The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.) [424] He sees that this great roundabout The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs and its businesses, Is no concern at all of his, And says—what says he?—Caw. The Jackdaw. (Translation from Vincent Bourne.) For 't is a truth well known to most, That whatsoever thing is lost, We seek it, ere it come to light, In every cranny but the right. The Retired Cat. He that holds fast the golden mean,[424:1] And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door. Translation of Horace. Book ii. Ode x. But strive still to be a man before your mother.[424:2] Connoisseur. Motto of No. iii. Footnotes [415:3] See Butler, page 213. The story of a lamp which was supposed to have burned about fifteen hundred years in the sepulchre of Tullia, the daughter of Cicero, is told by Pancirollus and others. [417:1] Buckingham: The Rehearsal (the two Kings of Brentford). [418:1] Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!—Jeremiah ix. 2. Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!—Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 177. [418:2] Servi peregrini, ut primum GalliÆ fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt (Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul, that moment they are free).—Bodinus: Liber i. c. 5. Lord Campbell ("Lives of the Chief Justices," vol. ii. p. 418) says that "Lord Mansfield first established the grand doctrine that the air of England is too pure to be breathed by a slave." The words attributed to Lord Mansfield, however, are not found in his judgment. They are in Hargrave's argument, May 14, 1772, where he speaks of England as "a soil whose air is deemed too pure for slaves to breathe in."—Lofft: Reports, p. 2. [419:2] No pleasure endures unseasoned by variety—Pub. Syrus: Maxim 406. [419:3] He has spent all his life in letting down buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.—Lady Holland's Memoir of Sydney Smith, vol. i. p. 259. [421:1] It was Cowper who gave this now common name to the mignonette. [421:2] No hammers fell, no ponderous axes rung; Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung. Heber: Palestine. So that there was neither hammer nor axe, nor any tool of iron heard in the house while it was in building.—1 Kings vi. 7. [422:1] Write the vision, and make it plain, upon tables, that he may run that readeth it.—Habakkuk ii. 2. He that runs may read.—Tennyson: The Flower. [423:2] Var. How he esteems your merit. [424:1] Keep the golden mean.—Publius Syrus: Maxim 1072.
ERASMUS DARWIN. 1731-1802. Soon shall thy arm, unconquer'd steam! afar Drag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car; Or on wide-waving wings expanded bear The flying chariot through the field of air. The Botanic Garden. Part i. Canto i. Line 289. No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes. The Botanic Garden. Part ii. Canto iii. Line 459.
[425] BEILBY PORTEUS. 1731-1808. In sober state, Through the sequestered vale of rural life, The venerable patriarch guileless held The tenor of his way.[425:1] Death. Line 108. One murder made a villain, Millions a hero. Princes were privileged To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime.[425:2] Death. Line 154. War its thousands slays, Peace its ten thousands. Death. Line 178. Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.[425:3] Death. Line 316.
GEORGE WASHINGTON. 1732-1799. Labour to keep alive in your breast that little spark of celestial fire,—conscience. Rule from the Copy-book of Washington when a schoolboy. To be prepared for war is one of the most effectual means of preserving peace.[425:4] Speech to both Houses of Congress, Jan. 8, 1790. 'T is our true policy to steer clear of permanent alliances with any portion of the foreign world. His Farewell Address. Footnotes [425:4] Qui desiderat pacem prÆparet bellum (Who would desire peace should be prepared for war).—Vegetius: Rei Militari 3, Prolog. In pace, ut sapiens, aptarit idonea bello (In peace, as a wise man, he should make suitable preparation for war).—Horace: Book ii. satire ii.
[426] LORD THURLOW. 1732-1806. The accident of an accident. Speech in Reply to the Duke of Grafton. Butler's Reminiscences, vol. i. p. 142. When I forget my sovereign, may my God forget me.[426:1] 27 Parliamentary History, 680; Annual Register, 1789. Footnotes [426:1] Whereupon Wilkes is reported to have said, somewhat coarsely, but not unhappily it must be allowed, "Forget you! He'll see you d——d first." Burke also exclaimed, "The best thing that could happen to you!"—Brougham: Statesman of the Time of George III. (Thurlow.)
JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808. Then join in hand, brave Americans all! By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall. The Liberty Song (1768). Our cause is just, our union is perfect. Declaration on taking up Arms in 1775.[426:2] Footnotes [426:2] From the original manuscript draft in Dickinson's handwriting, which has given rise to the belief that he, not Jefferson (as formerly claimed), is the real author of this sentence.
W. J. MICKLE. 1734-1788. The dews of summer nights did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky,[426:3] Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby. Cumnor Hall. For there 's nae luck about the house, There 's nae luck at a'; [427]There 's little pleasure in the house When our gudeman 's awa'. The Mariner's Wife.[427:1] His very foot has music in 't As he comes up the stairs. The Mariner's Wife. Footnotes [426:3] Jove, thou regent of the skies.—Pope: The Odyssey, book ii. line 42. Now Cynthia, named fair regent of the night.—Gay: Trivia, book iii. And hail their queen, fair regent of the night.—Darwin: The Botanic Garden, part i. canto ii. line 90. [427:1] "The Mariner's Wife" is now given "by common consent," says Sarah Tytler, to Jean Adam (1710-1765).
JOHN LANGHORNE. 1735-1779. Cold on Canadian hills or Minden's plain, Perhaps that parent mourned her soldier slain; Bent o'er her babe, her eye dissolved in dew, The big drops mingling with the milk he drew Gave the sad presage of his future years,— The child of misery, baptized in tears.[427:2] The Country Justice. Part i. Footnotes [427:2] This allusion to the dead soldier and his widow on the field of battle was made the subject of a print by Bunbury, under which were engraved the pathetic lines of Langhorne. Sir Walter Scott has mentioned that the only time he saw Burns this picture was in the room. Burns shed tears over it; and Scott, then a lad of fifteen, was the only person present who could tell him where the lines were to be found.—Lockhart: Life of Scott, vol. i. chap. iv.
ISAAC BICKERSTAFF. 1735-1787. Hope! thou nurse of young desire. Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 1. There was a jolly miller once, Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sung from morn till night: No lark more blithe than he. Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2. And this the burden of his song Forever used to be,— I care for nobody, no, not I, If no one cares for me.[427:3] Love in a Village. Act i. Sc. 2. [428] Young fellows will be young fellows. Love in a Village. Act ii. Sc. 2. Ay, do despise me! I 'm the prouder for it; I like to be despised. The Hypocrite. Act v. Sc. 1. Footnotes [427:3] If naebody care for me, I 'll care for naebody. Burns: I hae a Wife o' my Ain.
JAMES BEATTIE. 1735-1803. Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar? The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 1. Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; Patient of toil, serene amidst alarms; Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms. The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 11. Old age comes on apace to ravage all the clime. The Minstrel. Book i. Stanza 25. Mine be the breezy hill that skirts the down,
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