Laugh and be fat.

John Taylor (1580?-1684). Title of a Tract, 1615.

Diamond cut diamond.

John Ford (1586-1639): The Lover's Melancholy. Act i. Sc. 1.

A liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest.

John Winthrop (1588-1649): Life and Letters. Vol. ii. p. 341.

I preached as never sure to preach again,

And as a dying man to dying men.

Richard Baxter (1615-1691): Love breathing Thanks and Praise.

Though this may be play to you,

'T is death to us.

Roger L. Estrange (1616-1704): Fables from Several Authors. Fable 398.

And there 's a lust in man no charm can tame

Of loudly publishing our neighbour's shame;

On eagles' wings immortal scandals fly,

While virtuous actions are but born and die.

Stephen Harvey (circa 1627): Juvenal, Satire ix.

May I govern my passion with absolute sway,

And grow wiser and better as my strength wears away.

Walter Pope (1630-1714): The Old Man's Wish.

When change itself can give no more,

'T is easy to be true.

Charles Sedley (1639-1701): Reasons for Constancy.

The real Simon Pure.

Susannah Centlivre (1667-1723): A bold Stroke for a Wife.

When all the blandishments of life are gone,

The coward sneaks to death, the brave live on.

George Sewell (—— -1726): The Suicide.

Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.

Ambrose Phillips (1671-1749): From Holland to a Friend in England.

My galligaskins, that have long withstood

The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts,

By time subdued (what will not time subdue!),

A horrid chasm disclosed.

John Philips (1676-1708): The Splendid Shilling. Line 121.

For twelve honest men have decided the cause,

Who are judges alike of the facts and the laws.

William Pulteney (1682-1764): The Honest Jury.

Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,

Where heartsome wi' thee I hae mony days been;

For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,

We 'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.

Allan Ramsay (1686-1758): Lochaber no More.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly,

Drink with me, and drink as I.

William Oldys (1696-1761): On a Fly drinking out of a Cup of Ale.

Thus Raleigh, thus immortal Sidney shone

(Illustrious names!) in great Eliza's days.

Thomas Edwards (1699-1757): Canons of Criticism.

One kind kiss before we part,

Drop a tear and bid adieu;

Though we sever, my fond heart

Till we meet shall pant for you.

Robert Dodsley (1703-1764): The Parting Kiss.

A charge to keep I have,

A God to glorify;

A never dying soul to save,

And fit it for the sky.

Charles Wesley: Christian Fidelity.

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven to earth come down.

Divine Love.

Of right and wrong he taught

Truths as refined as ever Athens heard;

And (strange to tell!) he practised what he preached.

John Armstrong (1709-1779): The Art of Preserving Health. Book iv. Line 301.

Gentle shepherd, tell me where.

Samuel Howard (1710-1782).

Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue!

Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes?

Remember, when the judgment 's weak the prejudice is strong.

Kane O'Hara (—— -1782): Midas. Act i. Sc. 4.

Where passion leads or prudence points the way.

Robert Lowth (1710-1787): Choice of Hercules, i.

And he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men let him lie.

—— Dyer (published in the early part of the reign of George I.).

Each cursed his fate that thus their project crossed;

How hard their lot who neither won nor lost!

Richard Graves (1715-1804): The Festoon (1767).

Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer!

List, ye landsmen all, to me;

Messmates, hear a brother sailor

Sing the dangers of the sea.

George A. Stevens (1720-1784): The Storm.

That man may last, but never lives,

Who much receives, but nothing gives;

Whom none can love, whom none can thank,—

Creation's blot, creation's blank.

Thomas Gibbons (1720-1785): When Jesus dwelt.

Kathleen mavourneen! the grey dawn is breaking,

The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill.

Anne Crawford (1734-1801): Kathleen Mavourneen.

Ho! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey?

And why does thy nose look so blue?

Thomas Holcroft (1745-1809): Gaffer Grey.

And ye sall walk in silk attire,

And siller hae to spare,

Gin ye 'll consent to be his bride,

Nor think o' Donald mair.

Susanna Blamire (1747-1794): The Siller Croun.

A glass is good, and a lass is good,

And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;

The world is good, and the people are good,

And we 're all good fellows together.

John O'Keefe (1747-1833): Sprigs of Laurel. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The moon had climb'd the highest hill

Which rises o'er the source of Dee,

And from the eastern summit shed

Her silver light on tower and tree.

John Lowe (1750- ——): Mary's Dream.

Columbia, Columbia, to glory arise,

The queen of the world and child of the skies!

Thy genius commands thee; with rapture behold,

While ages on ages thy splendors unfold.

Timothy Dwight (1752-1817): Columbia.

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing,

Hope, and comfort from above;

Let us each, thy peace possessing,

Triumph in redeeming love.

Robert Hawker (1753-1827): Benediction.

Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,

Wat ye how she cheated me,

As I came o'er the braes of Balloch?

Anne Grant (1755-1838): Roy's Wife.

Bounding billows, cease your motion,

Bear me not so swiftly o'er.

Mary Robinson (1758-1799): Bounding Billows.

While Thee I seek, protecting Power,

Be my vain wishes stilled;

And may this consecrated hour

With better hopes be filled.

Helen Maria Williams (1762-1827): Trust in Providence.

The glory dies not, and the grief is past.

Samuel Egerton Brydges (1762-1837): Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott.

Oh swiftly glides the bonnie boat,

Just parted from the shore,

And to the fisher's chorus-note

Soft moves the dipping oar.

Joanna Baillie (1762-1857): Oh swiftly glides the Bonnie Boat.

'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell,

And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;

On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,

And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.

Catherine M. Fanshawe (1764-1834): Enigma. The letter H.

Oh, it 's a snug little island!

A right little, tight little island.

Thomas Dibdin (1771-1841): The snug little Island.

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,

While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

Robert Treat Paine (1772-1811): Adams and Liberty.

March to the battle-field,

The foe is now before us;

Each heart is Freedom's shield,

And heaven is shining o'er us.

B. E. O'Meara (1778-1836): March to the Battle-Field.

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain,

Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain;

Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw,

Pledg'd to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

Joseph Story (1779-1845): Motto of the "Salem Register." (Life of Story, Vol. i. p. 127.)

Behold how brightly breaks the morning!

Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

James Kenney (1780-1849): Behold how brightly breaks.

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young,

I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.

Princess Amelia (1783-1810).

A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives

'Twixt it and silence.

James Sheridan Knowles (1784-1862): Virginius, Act v. Sc. 2.

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

Oliver H. Perry (1785-1820): Letter to General Harrison (dated "United States Brig Niagara. Off the Western Sisters. Sept. 10, 1813, 4 p. m.").

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung,

Not she denied him with unholy tongue;

She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave,

Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

Eaton S. Barrett (1785-1820): Woman, Part i. (ed. 1822).

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep,

I lay me down in peace to sleep.

Emma Willard (1787-1870): The Cradle of the Deep.

Right as a trivet.

R. H. Barham (1788-1845): The Ingoldsby Legends. Auto-da-fe.

My life is like the summer rose

That opens to the morning sky,

But ere the shades of evening close

Is scattered on the ground—to die.

Richard Henry Wilde (1789-1847): My Life is like the Summer Rose.

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;

Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.

John G. Lockhart (1794-1854): The Bridal of Andalla.

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters

Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,

For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters

In a dream of love melted away.

Charles Dance (1794-1863): Fair Zurich's Waters.

I saw two clouds at morning

Tinged by the rising sun,

And in the dawn they floated on

And mingled into one.

John G. C. Brainard (1795-1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning.

On thy fair bosom, silver lake,

The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,

And round his breast the ripples break

As down he bears before the gale.

James G. Percival (1795-1856): To Seneca Lake.

What fairy-like music steals over the sea,

Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?

Mrs. C. B. Wilson (—— -1846): What Fairy-like Music.

Her very frowns are fairer far

Than smiles of other maidens are.

Hartley Coleridge (1796-1849): She is not Fair.

I would not live alway: I ask not to stay

Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way.

William A. Muhlenberg (1796-1877): I would not live alway.

Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,

The halls of dazzling light.

H. S. Vandyk (1798-1828): The Light Guitar.

I envy them, those monks of old;

Their books they read, and their beads they told.

G. P. R. James (1801-1860): The Monks of Old.

A place in thy memory, dearest,

Is all that I claim;

To pause and look back when thou hearest

The sound of my name.

Gerald Griffin (1803-1840): A Place in thy Memory.

Sparkling and bright in liquid light

Does the wine our goblets gleam in;

With hue as red as the rosy bed

Which a bee would choose to dream in.

Charles Fenno Hoffman (1806-1884): Sparkling and Bright.

We have been friends together

In sunshine and in shade.

Caroline E. S. Norton (1808-1877): We have been Friends.

'T is said that absence conquers love;

But oh believe it not!

I 've tried, alas! its power to prove,

But thou art not forgot.

Frederick W. Thomas (1808- ——): Absence conquers Love.

Oh would I were a boy again,

When life seemed formed of sunny years,

And all the heart then knew of pain

Was wept away in transient tears!

Mark Lemon (1809-1870): Oh would I were a Boy again.

Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun,

Upstairs and dounstairs, in his nicht-goun,

Tirlin' at the window, cryin' at the lock,

"Are the weans in their bed? for it 's nou ten o'clock."

William Miller (1810-1872): Willie Winkie.

A life on the ocean wave!

A home on the rolling deep,

Where the scattered waters rave,

And the winds their revels keep!

Epes Sargent (1813-1881): Life on the Ocean Wave.

What are the wild waves saying,

Sister, the whole day long,

That ever amid our playing

I hear but their low, lone song?

Joseph E. Carpenter (1813- ——): What are the wild Waves saying?

Come in the evening, or come in the morning;

Come when you 're looked for, or come without warning.

Thomas O. Davis (1814-1845): The Welcome.

But whether on the scaffold high

Or in the battle's van,

The fittest place where man can die

Is where he dies for man!

Michael J. Barry (Circa 1815): The Dublin Nation, Sept. 28, 1844, Vol. ii. p. 809.

Oh the heart is a free and a fetterless thing,—

A wave of the ocean, a bird on the wing!

Julia Pardoe (1816-1862): The Captive Greek Girl.

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die,

But leave us still our old nobility.

Lord John Manners (1818- ——): England's Trust. Part iii. Line 227.

Why thus longing, thus forever sighing

For the far-off, unattain'd, and dim,

While the beautiful all round thee lying

Offers up its low, perpetual hymn?

Harriet W. Sewall (1819-1889): Why thus longing?

Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?

Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;

Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,

And trembl'd with fear at your frown!

Thomas Dunn English (1819- ——): Ben Bolt.

Who fears to speak of Ninety-eight?

Who blushes at the name?

When cowards mock the patriot's fate,

Who hangs his head for shame?

John K. Ingram (1820- ——): The Dublin Nation, April 1, 1843, Vol. ii. p. 339.

On Fame's eternal camping-ground

Their silent tents are spread,

And Glory guards with solemn round

The bivouac of the dead.

Theodore O'Hara (1820-1867): The Bivouac of the Dead. (August, 1847.)

For every wave with dimpled face

That leap'd upon the air,

Had caught a star in its embrace

And held it trembling there.

Amelia B. Welby (1821-1852): Musings. Stanza 4.

To look up and not down,

To look forward and not back,

To look out and not in, and

To lend a hand.

Edward Everett Hale (1822- ——): Rule of the "Harry Wadsworth Club" (from "Ten Times One is Ten," 1870).

The last link is broken

That bound me to thee,

And the words thou hast spoken

Have render'd me free.

Fanny Steers: Song.

Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store

Of Malmsey and Malvoisie.

G. W. Bellamy: Simon the Cellarer.

She 's all my fancy painted her;

She 's lovely, she 's divine.

William Mee: Alice Gray.

Stately and tall he moves in the hall,

The chief of a thousand for grace.

Kate Franklin: Life at Olympus, Lady's Book, Vol. xxiii. p. 33.

When the sun's last rays are fading

Into twilight soft and dim.

Theodore L. Barker: Thou wilt think of me again.

Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee

And cherish'd thine image for years;

Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,

In secret, in silence, and tears.

Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit.

Rattle his bones over the stones!

He 's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!

Thomas Noel: The Pauper's Ride.

In the days when we went gypsying

A long time ago;

The lads and lassies in their best

Were dress'd from top to toe.

Edwin Ransford: In the Days when we went Gypsying.

Speak gently! 't is a little thing

Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;

The good, the joy, that it may bring

Eternity shall tell.

G. W. Langford: Speak gently.

Hope tells a flattering tale,[683:1]

Delusive, vain, and hollow.

Ah! let not hope prevail,

Lest disappointment follow.

Miss —— Wrother: The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86.

Nose, nose, nose, nose!

And who gave thee that jolly red nose?

Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,

And that gave me my jolly red nose.

Ravenscroft: Deuteromela, Song No. 7.[683:2] (1609.)

Betwixt the stirrup and the ground,

Mercy I ask'd; mercy I found.[684:1]

William Camden: Remains.

Begone, dull Care! I prithee begone from me!

Begone, dull Care! thou and I shall never agree.

Playford: Musical Companion. (1687.)

Much of a muchness.

Vanbrugh: The Provoked Husband, Act i. Sc. 1.

Mathew, Mark, Luke, and John,

The bed be blest that I lye on.

Thomas Ady: A Candle in the Dark, p. 58. (London, 1656.)

Junius, Aprilis, SeptÉmq; Nouemq; tricenos,

Vnum plus reliqui, Februs tenet octo vicenos,

At si bissextus fuerit superadditur vnus.

William Harrison: Description of Britain (prefixed to Holinshed's "Chronicle," 1577).

Thirty dayes hath Nouember,

Aprill, June, and September,

February hath xxviii alone,

And all the rest have xxxi.

Richard Grafton: Chronicles of England. (1590.)

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November,

February has twenty-eight alone,

All the rest have thirty-one;

Excepting leap year,—that 's the time

When February's days are twenty-nine.

The Return from Parnassus. (London, 1606.)

Thirty days hath September,

April, June, and November;

All the rest have thirty-one,

Excepting February alone,

Which hath but twenty-eight, in fine,

Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.

Common in the New England States.

Fourth, eleventh, ninth, and sixth,

Thirty days to each affix;

Every other thirty-one

Except the second month alone.

Common in Chester County, Penn., among the Friends.

There is a garden in her face,

Where roses and white lilies show;

A heavenly paradise is that place,

Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.

There cherries hang that none may buy,

Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.

An Howres Recreation in Musike. (1606. Set to music by Richard Alison. Oliphant's "La Messa Madrigalesca," p. 229.)

Those cherries fairly do enclose

Of orient pearl a double row;

Which when her lovely laughter shows,

They look like rosebuds filled with snow.

An Howres Recreation in Musike. (1606. Set to music by Richard Alison. Oliphant's "La Messa Madrigalesca," p. 229.)

A vest as admired Voltiger had on,

Which from this Island's foes his grandsire won,

Whose artful colour pass'd the Tyrian dye,

Obliged to triumph in this legacy.[685:2]

The British Princes, p. 96. (1669.)

When Adam dolve, and Eve span,

Who was then the gentleman?

Lines used by John Ball in Wat Tyler's Rebellion.[685:3]

Now bething the, gentilman,

How Adam dalf, and Eve span.[686:1]

MS. of the Fifteenth Century (British Museum).

Use three Physicians,—

Still-first Dr. Quiet;

Next Dr. Mery-man,

And Dr. Dyet.[686:2]

Regimen Sanitatis Salernitanum (edition of 1607).